[If the thunk didn't rattle Papyrus awake, the sudden hand on his shoulder certainly would have. He's used to waking from nightmares, or the intrusion of small cold feet as a dog makes its way on the bed, or - preferably - uneventful naps.
His eyes open with the bed's motion, and widen at the unfamiliar voice and face - staying wide even as she immediately pulls away.]
Uhhh... No?
[John isn't a name he's ever answered to, and between the sleep and how strange he feels, the confusion is palpable. This person looks human to him, astonishingly enough, and the room is unfamiliar. Is he where this John is supposed to be?]
I, uhh... seem to have fallen asleep, on the wrong bed. Or somebody dropped me here... as a prank?
Arrival (a)
His eyes open with the bed's motion, and widen at the unfamiliar voice and face - staying wide even as she immediately pulls away.]
Uhhh... No?
[John isn't a name he's ever answered to, and between the sleep and how strange he feels, the confusion is palpable. This person looks human to him, astonishingly enough, and the room is unfamiliar. Is he where this John is supposed to be?]
I, uhh... seem to have fallen asleep, on the wrong bed. Or somebody dropped me here... as a prank?