Transported as ink papyrus

Awake and a bit intense thinking

Papyrus opened his eye sockets, alert as he felt his brother shift in his arms and glanced around before looking down on sans.

He used one hand to rub sans head gently as the other settled back down.

He seemed to be having a few nightmares ever so often. Papyrus wasn't sure what was causing the nightmares as sans never said, but they only started recently and some muttering that papyrus couldn't hear.

Papyrus frowned a bit, he knew he would be concerned over his brother,  it he didn't feel anything, not even when he looked at his brother, not even when he's sure he would feel proud over his brother. Or brotherly love.

Just nothing, his soul was too small, it didn't hold anything like a true personality or feelings in it at all, it was only there to barely keep him alive if you can even call it that.

Was he even alive by people's standards? He had no emotions, his soul wasn't even half way completed and barely even there, papyrus's shook his head...

He should probably just not think about it, but he couldn't help it, his feelings couldn't hold him back on thinking about if he was real or not.

Papyrus only paused and looked down when he felt sans nuzzle closer into his chest area...

"...still asleep then..." papyrus mumbled out loud a little bit before rubbing sans head again gently as the other fell more deeper into a more peaceful sleep.

Papyrus looked back up to stare at nothing  but just white.

No one's even came around to visit, no one to come and try and talk to them anymore.

Not like they could feel emotions too but some felt more than others and others felt nothing just like papyrus.

And only sans could feel everything as his soul was whole, it was complete...

Papyrus felt like he might have been envious of his brother, but he didn't care.

As long as sans was happy and fine, that papyrus was ok with it.

He was only going off what he would have done in certain situations anyways or what he would feel in certain situations.

So everything was going fine in his opinion.

As long as he continues with what he was doing, eventually things will be better.

At least that's what papyrus thinks.... Maybe someone could eventually replace him and make sans forget about him and let him fall into the background just to watch over everything in the multiverse...

Sans deserves someone who can actually feel emotions, who can actually care about him.

Well, he'll have to see what will happen, he will let things play out with how it should be with him but he will intervene when it comes to everyone else's safety and happiness.

It's not like he could feel upset if anything bad happened to him...

Papyrus slightly shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything as he moved one hand and started drawing in the air with a hint of magic in his finger tips, humming a lullaby tone as he did so.

He was drawing a fox and a cat. He had liked cats, he liked animals in his last life, with a few exceptions, and he had been terrified of bugs.

But he supposed if he ever saw one now, he wouldn't bolt or instinctively try to kill it like he used to.

After all, he couldn't feel a thing. So he definitely wouldn't care if he let some bugs crawl over him.

He never liked the feeling of bugs crawling on him, so that had been another reason to be afraid in his last life...

But he didn't care anymore, he will just continue to do what he was doing and go off of what he would have done.

He always had wanted everyone in the multiverse of undertale to be happier and safe.

He'll do his best when he figures out how to make a portal..

But first things first..he should practice on drawing it, maybe it would help?

Papyrus carefully started to draw a circle, the portals he's always seen were usually a circle, sometimes square..

But he'll start with a circle and see how that goes before he even moved onto the square...

So papyrus contiued to draw a portal, doing his best to add details into it, maybe he needed to visualize it while he focused on making it with his magic?

It would explain why he hasn't figured out how to make a portal yet but who knows..

He'll just have to see what will happen....

He decided as papyrus continued to do his best to make a good drawing of a portal, after all, usually portals seem...he doesn't know, more dark ins one parts of it? He couldn't explain...

The best explanation of a portal would be something that looked like Rick and Morty portal thing that he saw on a short, or like the ones he saw in an amv for underverse... or.. something... not like he paid too much attention to those..

But he can try his best to make a replica and maybe try it out later..papyrus decided with a slight hum and just continued to do his best with drawing the portal before moving onto a square portal drawing...

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Finished with 972 words, hope you like and comment what you think.

Kinda need some help for ideas for this story, I do have one but I kinda want another chapter or two before the idea on which papyrus finally makes a portal...

Ja ne~

Just something to look at to be sure I don't forget lol

death and dreary, dreary was the deity of dull, bleak, lifeless, and depression.

Though he had one more hold over something that wasn't his with a bonus, that was given to him by their life deity, and that was over thriving and just a bit, over some souls that contain emotions. He'll eventually give it to his chosen when the time comes, but that time was not now.

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