I Can't Stop Them. . . (Undertale Story, Angsty Papyrus Based)

. . .Sometings off. . .

~Papyrus POV~

'The past months have been. . . Weird.

When I am alone, and I don't hear the TV or my brother crying. . .

I hear screaming . . .

The screaming. . . Then turns into laughing . . .

The laughing . . . Turns into mocking

Soon after they call me names, I pass out.

The next morning, I usually can't remember what they told me. . . But sometimes. .  . I can remember it clear as a blank sheet of paper. It's scary. . . How insane I may have become. . . But they're voices sound so. . . 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 . . .

Maybe I could go tell sans . . . But . . .

he already has a lot on his chest. . . Including his depression. . . I don't want it to get worse. . .

Besides!

Whats the worst that could happen!?

I- I can just ignore them!'

I got up from my bed, brushing off my past thoughts. "TODAYS A NEW DAY!" I say walking down stairs, heading towards the kitchen.

"I CAN MAKE SPAGHETTI, I CAN WAKE UP SANS, I CAN GO ON PATROL, AND THEN I CAN TRAIN WITH UN- . . . dyne. . ." I feel my self tumble to the ground, as I remeber what Undyne said about me. . . 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. . . 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁. .?

All of a sudden, I can hear them, They're nagging me on.
"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗸" I hear one of them whisper to me.

"No wonder why she won't let you in" "Loser" "Self absorbent shit" "Worthless" "No wonder why frisk erased you" "Forgettable" The last one, struck me hard. It reminded me of something. I could feel myself tear up, But. . . 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘆. I began to laugh, In a completely different laugh. . . Different then one I'm used to doing. Its almost like the type you hear from a horror movie. "𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵.... 𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛" I laugh, Hysterically, Crying in the process, even though I'm not even sad. I was apparently loud enough to wake up sans. I could tell by hearing loud footsteps rush down the stairs. "Woah! A-Are you alright bro-?" He asked me, pure and utter concern painted on his face. I started to laugh more slowly. . . before I finally stoped.

"𝗛𝗔 𝗛𝗔 𝗛𝗔. . 𝗵𝗮. . . . ha. .  ." I could feel Tears gushing out of my eyes, like a waterfall. I turned to look at sans. "NO I'M. . . not. . ." I said, Weakly, Gripping onto my legs.
"Whats wrong bro?"
"NOTHING. . ." I wipe away my tears, before attempting to stand up, I fail. "Need help there buddy?" Sans asked, laughing a little at my defeat. I groan at him. "NO THANKS SANS" I say, finnally managing to get up. "WELL. . . UH. . . I'M GOING TO GO MAKE SOME SPAGHETTI!"
"Oh, ok. .!" He said smiling slightly. I walked into the kitchen.

I was just about to reach for the cuboard when suddenly. . . I heard the voiced again. "𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲" the voice said, In a threatening tone. I peeked over the corner to make sure sans was not there. He wasn't. Either he went to his sentry post, or he's in his room. "O-Okay. . ." I say walking towards the knife block in our kitchen. "WHAT KNIFE DO YOU WANT?" "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗲!" The voice said, smirking, or at least I could feel it was.

I pulled the big knife out of the block, as soon as I did, I felt a wave of something. It was a feeling I couldn't describe, seeing as I never felt it before. I slid my glove covered hand on the sharp part. It felt smooth. "You should put it in your pocket." The voice sugested. "WHY?" "Because. . . You'll need it for later."
I really felt like denying their claim and putting it back, but I put it in my pocket, Instead of questioning the voice. I opened a cuboard and pulled out a frying pan.

For some odd reason, I didn't feel like making spaghetti. . . Odd. . . But that doesn't matter. Eggs are fine. I place the frying pan onto the stove, and raised up the heat to 450 degrees. I then plop a little salted butter in it.

I opened up the fridge and took the egg carton and placed it on the counter. "FIVE EGGS SHOULD BE ENOUGH!" I say, cracking the first egg.  As soon as I did so, I realised I needed a bowl for the eggs. I float the egg with my magic, and rushed towards the cuboard. I took out a normal sized bowl, and floated it towards the counter.

I pour whats in the egg into the bowl as I walk over. I then crack all of the other eggs. Once I'm done, I check the pan to see if the butter is bubbling. It seems as though it is, maybe even a bit to much. I turn the oven to a lower temperature, and pour the bowls contents into the pan.

I stare at the eggs for a few seconds, and then I open up a drawer that has things like wooden spoons, potato peeler, Nicecream scooper, etc. I pull out a wooden spoon, and begin to stir the eggs. I stir it for about three minutes, and it's finnally finished. I turn off the oven, and pushed the pan onto a non-hot circle, I then grab a plate from the cabinet and plop all of the eggs onto the plate.

I carefully bring the plate to the table, set it down mext to the ketchup. I honestly don't remember how the ketchup ended up there, but sans must have drank some of it. I sigh in frustration. "SANS!! COME DOWN STAIRS" I yell. "I SWEAR IF I HAVE TO DRAG YOU DOWN STA-" My words are cut short when I see sans teleport. "Whats for breakfast?" Sans asks me, instead of looking at the table. "UM. EGGS!" I say happily. "With no bacon?" "HEY, WE HAVE NO MORE BACON, AND I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME BEFORE I GO ON PATROL." I say a little bit rushed, as I'm putting on my boots. "MAKE SURE YOU GET TO YOUR POST ON TIME!" I rush out of the door, closing it behind me.

I take a few steps, before I halt. They're back. "Wow. . That took a while. Hehehe". It said. I decided to ignore it, and continued to walk. . .