<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Heh. Figured so."</span></span>Shrugging, Papyrus leaned over the side of the sentry station and pulled out a bottle of...mustard?...casually popping the lid off and starting to drink as anyone would a cola or a carton of juice. What threat there had been vanished instantly, gone in a second, and the casual and almost uncaring attitude was left in its wake.<br/><br/>Once a liberal swig of the condiment had been taken, the tall skeleton sighed happily and leaned back against the wooden paneling. His gaze flickered to Aster once more,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"If you're wondering whether I have a 'you' of this timeline, then you're quite correct. Here."</span></span><br/><br/>From within the confines of his hoodie, a photograph was produced and showed to both skeleton and human. Papyrus had obviously been the cameraman in this case (or camera monster), for he was absent, but the smaller skeleton in the blue scarf, the one with wide determined eyes and the widest smile, could not have been anyone but Sans - or a Sans at least. Said small skeleton was holding up an even smaller baby skeleton in the air; one who looked overjoyed to be lifted up so high. Wide violet eyes were the mirror of Aster's.<br/><br/>And then...<br/><br/>The photograph was whipped away before anyone could muse for too long on it, but there had been a third skeleton in the picture. Tall, taller than Papyrus, and leaning over so that he could get both arms around his children. With a crack that ran down the entire right side of his face, leaving him with a permanently half-lid eye, and another mark just underneath his left eye that ran down to the corner of his mouth. A skeleton whom Aster had seen many a time in her own world.<br/><br/>Before Papyrus could be questioned on this, a voice rang through the air, loud and proud and...so happy!<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Brother! You did not tell me we had guests!"</span></span><br/><br/>Padding through the snow, dressed in scarf and armour, looking determined and bold, was Sans. Papyrus offered him the same impassive glance that he seemed to reserve for everyone and tucked away both photo and mustard bottle in a heartbeat,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Hey bro."</span></span><br/><br/>San pouted,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> "You haven't re-calibrated your puzzles! I'll bet my entire position that you have been slacking off again!"</span></span><br/><br/>Another shrug,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Ah. You got me."</span></span><br/><br/>This did not seem to ease the smaller skeleton's temper any. Sans stomped on the ground with one foot, before wandering over to the trio at the sentry booth, clearly apologetic in tone,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"And in front of guests too! I don't know what to do with you sometimes! Forgive my brother and his laziness! I'll bet he hasn't shown you around either. Fear not! I shall act as your --"</span></span><br/><br/>Only then did he seem to see Frisk.<br/><br/>Within seconds, he was holding Frisk's hand, looking excited, bright blue eyes dancing with joy. He seemed absolutely overjoyed.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Are...are you a human?? Are you really really a human?"</span></span>