[Near Curie a figure is far more skeletal than the average ghoul, with only hints of skin or hair in small patches on his spine and limbs. He's standing on the edge of his feet as though he'd gone on tip-toes to see the scenes flickering through the leaves more clearly, but hunching over more and more as he watches. Between that, the hint of a lengthened tailbone, and the claws on hands and feet, he's more like a werewolf's skeleton than a human's.
The scenes playing out around Papyrus are maybe a little more dire than Curie's, though hardly as bad as some of the others wandering through this dreamworld.
Memories of pummeling a human child with bones flung through the air, healing them - and locking them into a shed. Flinching before an armored aquatic monster, wrestling with his conscience as he avoided taking a stand. Ultimately turning his back on the war festering in the caves, and drifting from his almost-friend when he no longer had anything to offer her.
He startles at being addressed, twisting to look at her with wide eyes as memories keep flickering around him in the leaves.]
Huh? What? When did you get... here...?
[Along with the memories drift whispering echoes of his own voice, talking about how this would lead to fame, and fortune, and... it wasn't his fault the human would be killed.]
1: The Compulsion
The scenes playing out around Papyrus are maybe a little more dire than Curie's, though hardly as bad as some of the others wandering through this dreamworld.
Memories of pummeling a human child with bones flung through the air, healing them - and locking them into a shed. Flinching before an armored aquatic monster, wrestling with his conscience as he avoided taking a stand. Ultimately turning his back on the war festering in the caves, and drifting from his almost-friend when he no longer had anything to offer her.
He startles at being addressed, twisting to look at her with wide eyes as memories keep flickering around him in the leaves.]
Huh? What? When did you get... here...?
[Along with the memories drift whispering echoes of his own voice, talking about how this would lead to fame, and fortune, and... it wasn't his fault the human would be killed.]