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1. Images of palette sans undertale pjs daycare archive#
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“I… okay,” Paperjam relents as if he was arguing at all, consciously slowing his breath.

“I’m here cuz I’m totes hyped for another wicked day at your tubular daycrib, yo!” The child Fresh dances around the question. “Fresh! What the heck! How did you even get in?” He substitutes this lack of metaphor with tripping over his own leg with a jolt, almost falling to the ground with a yelp of pain.

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Paperjam would jump out of his skin if he had any. He flicks the light switch upward, and as the lights above flicker on… He unlocks the daycare and steps inside, flipping the sign hanging on the window from ‘closed’ to ‘open’ as he passes. Considering the circumstances of his very existence, quiet is for the better. It’s a quiet, peaceful way of helping even the Multiverse as a whole. You wouldn’t expect Paperjam of all people to be running it, but there were many kids brought to the omega timeline, and somebody has to take care of them while all the adults work with Core!Frisk and other leaders of the community. One thirty minute walk later, he’s arrived at his own daycare. It’s a beautiful day outside, and a beautiful day is a promising one. It’s soft and almost liquid, and the clouds constantly morph with it. The sky is pastel here in the omega timeline, illusion and creation magic patching up what would be a black and white day/night cycle. He locks the door behind him and takes in the morning sun before he starts walking. With his homemade papron equipped, he grabs his backpack, prepacked from the night before, and starts to leave his apartment. The best he can do is make his eye twitch and make him question his sanity. Error can’t control him directly, only nudge him to act the way he wants to. But he knows that his apron, as well as most of his belongings, are safe from these destructive urges. That was more than likely Error, a part of himself that Paperjam would consider a devil on his shoulder. Paperjam’s eye twitches at the thought as he grabs it. It should be burned, and it’s ashes thrown into the sea. It rubs on his bare bones in all the wrong ways. In all actuality, it might actually be paper, or some horrible fusion between cloth and paper. It laid on a chair near his desk, crinkled slightly like a tea stained page. He then turns to find his apron, scanning the room. He finds his orange basketball shorts in the same fashion and steps into them, pulling them up. He slides out of his light gray comforter and grabs a purple sweater from on top of the covers, pulling it over his semisolid skull. Grumbling, he shoves his hand underneath it without lifting his head, grabbing it and peering at the screen. Paperjam wakes up in his studio apartment, his phone buzzing beneath his pillow. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 4,017 Chapters: 1/? Kudos: 31 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 203 Error Sans/_tale Sans | Ink (Undertale).Passive Nightmare and Corrupted Nightmare are different people.Nightmare kicks at least one child's ass.

Images of palette sans undertale pjs daycare archive#

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