Orange Broken Bones

Silence from the Void

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The darkness was everything around the small crying soul just laying there on the ground, a small pit stop from coming back to the surface world from the beautiful gathering that the little young teen took him to. That girl was so sweet and her trait was embedded into his memory and the way she lead him away from that dark sickening world of his broken heart and the tears that took the cake with it. All of it felt like a dream from a passive nightmare that didn't feel as imaginative as Papyrus would've liked. Callie Martinez. What a beautiful name for someone with a trait Papyrus never saw nor heard of before: EMPATHY. It's not the kindness trait, but it's not out of the circle of kind and sweet souls trying to make the surface a better place to live. It was a heavy shame she had to die so young, let alone die during a time of when the world was so corrupt and vague to everyone, not just Ebott.

Papyrus opens his eyes as they shown bright in the wrap of darkness surrounding himself. His body was frozen and too scared to move about but the sound of his own movement made him flinch up out of his head. His terrified breath of voice echoed through the voided place and the broken tear stains were the only things glowing from within the area. Papyrus looked all over and tried not to be startled by how they would call out to anyone, even if it was just a small peep, Papyrus didn't care. The more his voice echoed, the further Papyrus wanted to scream for help from so much space around him, that it's alarming. He felt like crying but the small little instincts of seeing something catching him with tears shook Papyrus to the bone.

"S-Sans..?...b-Brother?" murmured Papyrus with his shaky ghosted voice.

The echo stretched as far as Papyrus could see and his calls only went further. Papyrus cried out again to his brother and the one time where nobody else would be around to answer except for his own brother wasn't anything but his own hiccups and helpless voice. His doubt didn't stop him but his hopes were quickly quitting the urge to call out for Sans with the amount of stutters and murmured speech Papyrus progressed. He had no choice but to stop and let out his uncontrollable tears with his hands barely down to cover himself from any voided eyes seeing him. The only thing changed was the amount of silent noise filling the lower space with ever tear drop and the sounds of an inky aura just down the bottom, not letting the tears seep without a last glow.

Papyrus realized this far too early, just like the reality to the world but no where to conceal it. Eye sockets widen in shock as he gently knelt down to feel the ground almost soft at the touch but concrete to walk across. Placing his hands in the gaps of where his tears soaked into, Papyrus gently pried himself a little loop into the ground, opening a gentle little pathway. Papyrus let's himself fall purposely into the space but the feels of metal scrapping against him was all he needed to see this part only being the basement roots of this weird looking place. The marks on his face were his only light and the chains looked so much like the last rope he tied around the cliff side to later on use. Papyrus dropped down to the ground and soon made another cry out to his brother; the only person he can cry out to despite his last emotion worth contact with him. Black slithered ink slipped off Papyrus's touch as soon as his foot steps off it like it's repealing itself from wanting to be pressed. The echo only stretched far into the distance with a rattling sound coming from not too far from the tall crier.

Papyrus jumped at the noise but froze suddenly to a greying purple mist of magic trying to find its way through the rusted chains and only grounds. A draped black coat was hovered over something that's breath was just covered by a single sheet of thin ink. The only other color than the blackness was from the remaining glows of purple and a white sweater trying to be visible in the eyes of anyone finding the shattered soul. The figure was just standing there without a sound, but the void wasn't letting the silence be concealed by echos of other poor souls.