Papyrus made a noise that suggested he was musing her words over, but there was an expression on his face that Aster had had certainly seen before. It was very similar to the expression that her own Sans often wore whenever Gaster or her had talked about the future. A sort of far off and distant gaze that seemed entirely unconvinced that there was a future to be had. Still, he did not outwardly express this, therefore anything that could be taken from it was pure speculation on Aster's part. Instead, he gave an impassive shrug and continued to follow his brother and the human.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Ah. Looks like reality finally hit my brother. I'm sorry to say, but I think he'll fight Frisk soon. Then again, such things were probably meant to be. I wouldn't suggest getting involved. You're far stronger than my brother. So is Frisk, I'm fairly sure."</span></span><br/><br/>Up ahead, Sans seemed to grind his teeth together a little nervously.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"If...well...if you don't fight then...well...I don't know! I guess I'd feel really bad about it!  But I have to fight you! I mean, I can't get in the Royal Guard if I don't but....you're so nice and...and you're kind of my friend now!"</span></span><br/><br/>It seemed to be a genuine dilemma for Sans. All he had worked for, had dreamed of, was standing right in front of him and he was genuinely unable to think of anything but the fun he could have with Frisk as a friend! Shaking his head, he pulled away from the human and stood in front of them, drawing himself up to his full height and shouting loudly,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"No! This is not right! I am the Amazing Sensational Sans! I don't ever wonder what having friends is like! I will join the Royal Guard and I will capture you!!! Prepare yourself</span></span>!"<br/><br/>Three bones hovered in the air around him, summoned magically, and then launched themselves at Frisk.