Not-Papyrus was persistent today. The voice was loud into the night, into the morning, and throughout the day, unrelenting in its efforts to gain Dust's attention.

Giving it the silent treatment was never a viable option.

If I'm so tiresome, perhaps you should lay down and die, brother! Do yourself a favor!

Dust wouldn't lose control. He was better than this. All he needed was a distraction, any distraction to provide him even ephemeral silence within his own headspace.