Wayne was very awkward.

Very, very awkward.

It seemed that he couldn't function when people stared at him. He could do things, unlike Addy, but he was incredibly awkward when he did. When Papyrus had glanced at him in the kitchen, Wayne had been making a sandwich, causing the poor boy to panic and slap the ketchup covered bread directly into his face. He then tried to duck down and slammed into the floor, giving a shaking thumbs up when Papyrus had asked if he was okay.

Discussion with him wasn't impossible, like it was with Addy. It just seemed that Wayne was thrown off by interaction similar to how Alphys was, his words stuttered out and his thoughts confused and tangled. His self doubt was practically through the roof, always going back on what he said over and over until his mind exploded and he ended up on the floor, crying in his own pity while frantically scooping out Papyrus' ice cream with his bare hands and shoving it into his mouth.

It was Alphys' anxiety, but boosted up to the point where even she felt bad for him.

"It's not you, don't worry about it," Silky had told Papyrus, hand carefully tracing over the runes as she practiced the language. "Wayne just has social anxiety. He doesn't like it when people see his face, either."

The only thing that seemed to calm him down was his family and oddly, cameras. Papyrus hadn't noticed it when they first met, as Wayne and his Father had been next to a dead body, but the boy had a backpack filled to the brim with cameras and tapes of recordings. Once he had set up a camera in the car, he hadn't stopped filming since then.

It was a small handheld camera, one that used tapes to record. A lot of the tapes in his book bag were labeled, random snippets of text scrawled across them. 'Cole - The investigation into his sexuality', 'Me being socially incompetent for 2 hours, 19 minutes and 37 seconds', and 'I exploded the blender making a smoothie' are a few examples.

There was only one moment when Papyrus had seen the boy confident, and that was when they had showed him his sisters body.

His bones had stilled, staring down at the covered body. "How long?" His voice inquired, quiet.

"Three days ago," Leonie answered, taking a glance at her brother. "She's in hell, we've been preparing to go down there and bring her back."

Once he had been informed of the situation, the same determination that filled his siblings had filled him as well. After that, he still did act awkward and anxious, but he worked alongside them to gain more progress in going to hell. Just in his own way.

Wayne was propped up on the couch, the skeleton wearing his father's face mask as he held a camera in hand, recording his current activities while the T.V displayed another tape previously filmed before.

"Here, I got you some more ice cream, covered in ketchup," Papyrus said, setting the bowl next to the boy.

It sounded disgusting, but the boy liked ketchup. Sans had done this too.

"Uh, um, t-thank you!" Wayne said, "You're fine with tank- wait, thank, I meant thank-"

"It's fine," Papyrus said.

With a glance to the T.V, Papyrus was surprised to find a video of Snowdin playing. He recognized the old inn, the building old and desolate. Snow fluttered down in front of the camera, Wayne's sneakers stepping into frame every second as he walked through the snow.

"I thought you were helping your siblings with the runes?" Papyrus asked him.

"Runes? You mean the, you k-know, symbols?" Wayne asked, nervously stuttering through his words. "Well, Silky kind of has that covered I think. Wait, does she? Does she need help? I-I can go help if she-"

"No, no, it's fine," Papyrus reassured him, placing a hand onto his shoulder to calm him down. "I was just wondering why you're watching your tapes."

"Oh, that!" Wayne said, quickly leaning forward. "Well, um, for the ritual we need s-something from like, heaven or hell to get down into heaven and hell. Silky and Cole are practicing writing out the spell since we need to write the runes out correctly, at least I-I think we do? Yeah, maybe, ask Silky. She's smart and I have the knowledge of an undercooked meatball."

"Shut it!" Cole yelled from the other room, "You get good grades too!"

"Anyway, about the tapes," Wayne moved on, gesturing towards the T.V. "To do the ritual, uh, voodoo stuff, we need something directly from heaven or hell to get down there. And we don't really have any of that, um, I t-think. I'm watching the tape from the day those, uh... proxies? Demons? Uh, yeah, those random people attacked. To see if they drop something, or like, have anything we could use."

Papyrus' eye sockets widened as he looked at the T.V. "This tape is from when they attacked?"

"Yeah. I had been in Snowdin because I like working with technology, and in S-Snowdin Tondra has a house claimed so sometimes I go down there and sort of like... check in on the houses? I just keep the wires up to date. Sometimes I like to go down to the runes as well and check out the traps, they're pretty nice."

"And I'm looking at the footage from on here," Ben said, his face suddenly appearing on the T.V in front of the playing video. "We've looked over the last couple of weeks from before and after Sans had been taken, but we couldn't find anything."

"Do you have tapes of him?" Papyrus asked.

"I have tapes of the last year, uh, approximately," Wayne said, holding up his bookbag. "Some of them have my Dad in it, yeah."

Papyrus made a mental note to watch some of them later, but movement on the T.V had him glancing over with interest. There was a group of people in hoods running at Wayne now, who was quickly starting to back away. Ben sat in the corner of the screen, his red eyes flicking back and forth as he tried to observe what was happening.

"Do you mind if I borrow these?" Papyrus asked his nephew, pointing to the bag of tapes.

~~~~~~

"Did you see what was in the folder?"

The smell of blood lingered in the air as the two walked down a hall, Sans' tail gently swinging behind him. His blue and yellow eye light was glowing from the blood drops on his face, his now clawed digits digging into the inside of his hoodie pockets.

"No, I didn't get a chance," Hewey said, looking over at Sans. "I think he's hiding something, Dad. It was a death folder, too. Do you think he might have been someone we know?"

"If one of his proxies he sent out ended up killing one of our family, I'm going to kick his sorry a**," Sans said, eye sockets narrowing. "Well, to the best of my ability. I've managed to crack down a lot of the soul restriction on my physical form, but I haven't managed to get any of my magic yet."

A cat scurried around the wheelchair as it moved, the orange feline meowing gently. They continued forward, passing more pictures of burning dogs on crosses.

"I think a search throughout his office could benefit us," Sans said.

"He doesn't ever let us in there alone, though," Hewey mumbled, running a hand through his brown hair.

"I have an idea," Sans said, glancing at his son. "Hew, I'm going to trust you to do what I say, or we might get screwed over. Can you do something for me?"

"Hell yeah," Hewey said, giving a sharp grin.