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Before we begin, a question was asked: how do the copies get along? Like, for example, there are multiple Swap Papyrus' running around in the army. What are their opinions of each other?
Answer: It really depends on the individual. Personally, I believe that the copies aren't exactly alike, since that would be boring. They all have their quirks that make them unique from all the others, and it would be unfair to group them together just because they come from the same "string" of universes. One swap Sans may be a bit temperamental, while another one might be a sweet innocent bean (like the fandom's favorite Blueberry, who is a sack of adorableness; I call those types twinkies), and another may be a busybody. I can't really say how copies in general get along, but when it comes to those of the same "type," yes, they find it weird - they actually find everything weird at first, really. After a few months, though, they just get used to it. They accept that there are other "thems," just as everyone did before the empire. It isn't really a new problem; the only difference is that now there's an evil empire ruling over everything.
That was kind of long. Sorry.
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"Consideration"
Classification: fluff.
Warnings: hate, anger.
Canonicity: alternate timeline.
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Missions were common. Being told to work with someone else was also common. Just...why did it have to be him?
"Brother, will you at least speak to me?" My brother requested.
I scoffed, continuing to walk. Ink had sent me on a mission with my brother to capture a prominent rebel base, and it was just us, which meant that I couldn't simply speak with someone else or ignore him. Instead, we walked side by side, and I hated it. When Ink had told me that I would have to work with him, I had begged him to reconsider, but he wouldn't give in..I was stuck with him. My brother continued to pester me until we reached a specific point that I had been wishing to reach.
"Shh!" I warned. "We're entering their patrol perimeter."
My brother sighed. "Brother, won't you at least listen?"
"No. Now be quiet."
"Brother, please.."
"No!" I shouted. "I will never listen to you!"
"..." He bowed his skull slightly, feigning disappointment; I knew better than to believe that. "I just thought-"
"You thought wrong! I don't want to hear another word from you before we-"
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