[...Oh. Hmmm. Somehow, Frisk was not the name Papyrus really expected Sans to bring up, there. He hesitates a moment, torn between making sense of that and not wanting to rain on his brother's miniscule optimism parade. They haven't known the small human for years, have they...? Unless they were hiding back in the Ruins with Toriel longer than anyone's mentioned.]
Maybe... they are...
[Even as he speaks, he doesn't know if the pronoun's singular or plural. But Sans had reacted strangely, terribly, to a photo of Frisk some months ago. And to that recording, of the Frisk-looking creature that had approached him the one time...]
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Maybe... they are...
[Even as he speaks, he doesn't know if the pronoun's singular or plural. But Sans had reacted strangely, terribly, to a photo of Frisk some months ago. And to that recording, of the Frisk-looking creature that had approached him the one time...]