John clung to Papyrus for dear life. Of course it was the fall that scared him, but the floating mass of earth or the Dragon(s). As Muse took his charges up towards the Academy, Papyrus followed, but it was clearly taxing on him. His creaking became much closer to weazing than anything else, and his wing beats were becoming much heavier, almost slowing. When Papyrus caught up with Muse after his landing, the Puppet Dragon landed heavily, its wings collapsing to the ground. John sat for another moment, absorbing the fact that he hadn't fallen to his death before continuing to the condition of his creation.
Papyrus creaked and groaned, very clearly exhausted. John slid off the beast, careful to not read on its limp wings. John sighed. He might have created them, but there was no telling what any Puppet's limit was here, especially under these conditions. As he watched, Papyrus shuddered heavily, before nodding lightly to John. At that, the Puppet Dragon closed its eyes and began to fall to dust. John was startled for a moment, but then recalled something that had been done with his Dragons. "He'll be fine," he said, mostly to himself, but also loud enough for the others. "It's like a Phoenix, I guess." He watched the sand dissolve to nothing. It was hard not to think that another creation of his was just dead. "You'll be fine," he whispered.
John shook his head and turned back to the others, and find the Academy towering over him. He stared up at it for a moment, before stating, "That's a big ass building." He looked to the others, unsure what to do. The entrance, or one of the several John imagined there were, was just before them. Just walk up, ring the doorbell? He didn't see why not. Surely getting here was the hard part. He stepped up to the door and grasped the impressive knocker.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
John thought for a moment before thinking, "Why in the fuck did I think that was a good idea?"