A Killer Life

Chapter 21

The tapping of footsteps became more of a calming rhythm as I walked, or it would be if there were any maps that could lead me places.

I was shocked with the amount of halls and rooms and more halls! Why do they need this much when there are only 5 people living here? (I would probably never find out.)

All this walking is reminding me of the times I had to go back and forth the Underground when I was still active on my killing spree. Though the sound of my footsteps were more like walking in the labs or the Capital grounds than any other place. The latter took more time to sweep out too; it was such a pain in the ass.

As I walked, there was a slight humming in the air. It felt as if someone was calling me, but with my current predicament, I won't be going anywhere–

The warm feeling slightly came back to my soul.

"BROTHER! Oh, I've finally found you!" Papyrus phased out of the wall and appeared in front of me. I jumped back in surprise.

"You'll Never Guess What I Found Lying Around The Castle!" Papyrus was excited.

I tilted my head at him. What will he show me?

"I Thought It Was Sucked In By The Weird Black Hole That Spawned In Our Home, But It Seems To Be Alright!"

Papyrus takes out the spaghetti pie; I squint at the dish in disbelief.

* For some reason, the pie seems smug.

I glare at the somehow 'smug' pie that ridiculed my whole existence.

So everything in my AU gets demolished by some form of black hole, but this abomination survives? This is clearly favoritism.

As Papyrus spoke praises after praises towards the pie, while I slowly started losing control of my facial expression, turning into a more disgusted look than a passive one. Papyrus still hasn't stopped his monologue even then.

"Oh! I Know!" Papyrus's exclamation brought me back, "Why Don't You Give This Creation To Your New House Hosts Brother? Yes, This Would Be The Perfect Thank You Gift! Let Us Go Back To Where You Came From!"

Papyrus then attempted to drag me straight towards the living room, but failed (obviously). I felt myself slam right into the wall as I felt my magic frantically healing the wound that formed on my face.

A new bruise. Nice. (no it wasn't nice at all)

As I was getting back up, Papyrus floated back into the hallway. The cursed pie was still in his hands as he passed through the wall.

"Oh, Sorry. I Had Forgotten That You Couldn't Do That." he said with an apologetic grin.

A ghostly hand then proceeded to drag me through half of the castle until we came back to the living room. My never ending second life and blissful ignorance of my first life flashed before my eyes from the whiplash. Papyrus either didn't notice or didn't care as he sped through the many halls.

The weightless feeling never seemed to end, until I was dropped abruptly by Papyrus.

Ignoring the pain on my butt, I looked up to see where I was, only to find myself back at the gathering place; only with more people than before, and they were all looking towards me.

'Ahh shiz' I thought, as I felt the familiar sensation of passing out from the sheer amount of stress that overwhelmed me from the attention. 'Not again-'

The last thing I heard was the voice of my dead brother greeting my kidnappers. Oh, what a sentence.