[ text; backdated to about the 18th ]

[loadme]

Name: Monika
Date: Octeuril 18
Format: Text

Isn't it funny how you can spend weeks, months, and maybe even longer in trying to be a better person.

Only for a couple of bad days to make it feel like you lost most of your progress?

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[loadme]

[That's kind of a terrible idea.

But he's trying so hard.]

That's one way of looking at it.

What did you do whenever you had a setback of your own?

[spaghettimonster]

[Hey now, nothing wrong with making everything into videogames. And psshhhh, who says Papyrus has ever had a setback?]

ME?

OH, I DOUBLED DOWN ON MY EFFORTS! REFUSED TO BELIEVE DEFEAT WAS POSSIBLE!

AND ASKED MY BROTHER FOR ADVICE.

MOST OF IT IS BAD JOKES AND WORSE WORDPLAY... BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN, HE HAS A POINT.

[loadme]

[There was a line between being stubborn, and in denial.

She can't quite tell which side he's on.]

Oh, you have a brother?

Is he a skeleton too?

[But really, Monika has...

Questions about that.]

[spaghettimonster]

[A long line, perfect for tightrope walking.]

OF COURSE!

WE'RE SKELETONS, NOT ZOMBIES.

NOT THAT WE LOOK ANYTHING ALIKE.

I'M TALL, FIT, AND HANDSOME... AND WEAR CLOTHES THAT SHOW MY STYLE!

[Unlike his brother.]

[loadme]

Don't forget. You're also great, and amazing.

You told me yourself!

[Honestly, she could play him like a fiddle.

It'd be so easy.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Thank goodness she's trying to be better than that. Even though it would be easy.]

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET!!

I JUST WASN'T MENTIONING IT YET.

BUT SANS IS GREAT AND AMAZING AT SOME THINGS...

HE'S GREAT AT ANNOYING ME WITH TIRED OLD BONE PUNS, AND AMAZING AT SHIRKING FROM WORK.

[loadme]

[Count your blessings, Papyrus.]

Bone puns...?

[spaghettimonster]

YES, BONE PUNS! AND NOT EVEN CLEVER ONES. HE TELLS THE WORST, MOST PREDICTABLE ONES.

IF HE WERE HERE, HE WOULD CHIME IN TO AGREE! FOR INSTANCE, HE WOULD SAY... HE TELLS A TON OF JOKES.

A SKELETON.

I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I'VE HEARD THAT ONE.

[Oh, he's counting his blessings. And as much as he loves his brother, once in a while he counts 'Sans isn't here annoying me' among them.]

[loadme]

[Alright Monika can't help but snicker a bit on her end after reading that. Maybe it's because she hadn't been exposed that kind of humor much before.

Or maybe because she just really needed a laugh.

Regardless, the laugh is there.]

A lot, I bet.

Maybe he just really likes it!

[spaghettimonster]

[Thank goodness for this text barrier, protecting him from knowledge of whether she - or others reading this - are laughing at the terrible puns.]

A TON OF LOTS.

[He's not going to say it.]

MOSTLY HE JUST REALLY LIKES GETTING A RISE OUT OF ME.

BUT, HE DOES LIKE THEM. HE PUTS MORE EFFORT INTO THEM THAN MUCH ELSE...

AND HE MADE A FRIEND THROUGH THEM!

THEY TELL EACH OTHER KNOCK KNOCK JOKES. WHEN THEY'RE IN THE SAME ROOM.

I TRY TO REMIND MYSELF TO CHERISH HIS HAPPINESS. IT EVEN WORKS SOMETIMES.

[loadme]

Aw, you really are a nice... skeleton!

Your brother is really lucky to have someone as great and kind as you.

I'm sure he cherishes having you around, too.

[Most likely.]

[spaghettimonster]

THE NICEST!!AND I'M SURE HE DOES.

OR... HE WILL, WHEN ONE OF US WALKS THROUGH A MIRROR AGAIN.

I HOPE HE'S NOT MISSING ME TOO BADLY, IN HIS CHERISHING... HE HARDLY KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF, WITHOUT ME LOOKING OUT FOR HIM.

BUT! I'M NOT WORRIED! THAT FRIEND I MENTIONED CAN LOOK OUT FOR HIM TOO.

[Any degree to which Papyrus is feeling at odds and uncertain from his brother's absence, well.]