Forgotten Phoenix (New Purpose Sequel)

Chapter 10- The Book

(~Your POV~)

I watch as Honey runs to Blue's side. Blue's entire body is shaking. "It hurts. It hurts. It HuRts." Blue's pupils are small and without any color. He keeps repeating the same words over and over again. Honey bends down on one knee and softly speaks to him. Sans finally shows some movement and looks to his brother. Tears fall down Sans' face.

'What happened?'

It's like something just clicked and now he's like this. I feel immense guilt building up inside of me.

'Is he going to be okay?'

(~Time Skip~)

The twins help me to create a makeshift bed on the floor in front of the couch. It's only made out of several layers of blankets but it'll do for now.

"Mama, is Uncle Blue going to be okay?" Serif mumbles. "I don't know, Serif. All you can do for right now is get some sleep. Sounds okay?" Serif nods. Earlier Papyrus had insisted that we stay the night. He carried Blue into his room and they never came out. It's getting dark outside and I'd rather not disturb them.

Serif climbs onto one end of the couch while Roman takes the other. I tuck them in and press a quick kiss to both of their skulls. Finally, I lay myself across the blankets on the floor. My body aches from all the madness that I've experienced today. Many thoughts race around my head, especially about Blue. He said my nickname. Even if it was just for a second, it came to him somehow. By some miracle, he remembered. So many questions about what happened are left unanswered. It'll have to wait until tomorrow.

I used a lot of energy and magic today. I'm exhausted. I close my eyes, relax my mind, and drift off to sleep in no time.

(~Serif's POV~)

"Roman." I whisper. No answer. I try again, whispering a little louder, "Roman..!" "Go to sleep, Brother." He whispers back. I sit up instead. "Do you think that Uncle Blue remembered something?" I ask anyway. I see Roman's eyes suddenly appear in the dark. He gives me a long glance but no answer.

"Do you think maybe we could bring back memories?" I ask. Hope begins to fill within my soul. "I.. I don't know. I don't think that's how it works." "You managed to bring Dad back even though it was impossible." I counter. Roman huffs, "Yeah, well, look where that got us. Trapped and forgotten."

A long silence hung over us. Roman turns on his side and faces away from me. I refuse to let his words discourage me.

'I'll find a way. Then, it'll make Mama and Roman happy. They just need something to help spark a memory.'

I slip away from the couch while being careful not to wake Mama. The first thing I check is Mama's bag.

'She has to have some kind of photos on her phone, right?'

My eyes lock onto something better.

'That'll work.'

(~Honey's POV~)

I sit on my cold mattress with my back against the wall. Sans fell asleep in my lap hours ago with his skull on my shoulder. His breathing is steady which is a relief. At first, I thought I'd never get him to calm down. With everything that happened, it's impossible for me to fall asleep. I'm so tired.

My soul jumped at hearing the small knock on the door. I don't say anything. The door still opens and Serif peeks around the corner. I can only tell it's him by his (s/c) eyes glowing in the dark.

'What's the kid doing up at this hour?'

We make eye contact. He gets nervous. "Hello." He mumbles. "Heya kid. Need somethin'?" It puzzles me when he shakes his head.

'Why'd he come upstairs? Does his mother know he's up here?'

"I want to show you something. It's important." He explains. I sigh. It could be anything but I don't want to turn him away. "Alright, kid." He smiles at me and rushes forward. In his hands is a worn out book.

'He got that from Sans' bookshelf? No. I don't recognize it.'

Serif climbs onto the mattress and sits next to me. My soul shudders at feeling him lean into my side. He's certainly close. I do my best to sit up straight while keeping my bro comfortable. Fortunately, Sans readjusts his grip on me and doesn't wake up. "Mama has kept this book for a long time. I thought you'd want to see it." Serif holds the book out to me. I use a hand to slowly grab it from him. I open it. Once I do, I nearly flip out. Of course I can recognize my own handwriting.

"What is this?" I mutter in utter disbelief. "Do you remember? You wrote it for Mama." I brush my thumb along the center edge to briefly turn the pages. Nearly every page is covered with a journal entry. They're all written by me. Yet, I can't remember writing any of them. I'm so freaked out."Kid, this is pretty private stuff. I don't think your mom would-"

I wince as an immense throbbing pain hits my skull. As I close my eyes, flashes of pictures appear in my head. They all share the same theme. Me writing in the book at Blue's house. Me writing in the book while in bed with a single lamp lighting up the space. Y/N in a wedding dress holding the book close to her. I find myself in awe.

'She's beautiful.'

In panic, I open my eyes. I'm sitting in a comfortable chair with the same book in my lap. It looks as good as new, with a certain page open and the journal entry half-written. It's dated in the corner, May 24th of 20XX. There is a quiet giggle, "You nearly fell asleep again, Papyrus." I look across the living room. I've never seen it before and yet it feels all too familiar. Y/N is relaxing on the couch, gently rubbing her pregnant stomach. She smiles at me, speaking softly, "Why don't you put the book away for today and head to bed?"

'Where is this? Where am I?'

"I-I..." I can't find the words to answer her.

'Reset? Was there a reset? Why can't I remember?!'

I look around in a panicked state. Y/N's face changes to one of worry. "Papyrus, what's wrong?" Out of nowhere, I'm suddenly pulled away into darkness.

I snap out of it to Serif shaking my arm. I breathe heavily and grasp at my chest. My soul is racing, struggling to function. Serif looks to me with wide eyes. "Did.. Did you see something?"

'The date.'

I hurry and turn through the pages. Towards the back of the page, I find the entry. It looks just how I remember it, half finished. At the bottom of the page lies a sentence. One that gave me chills to my core.

"Do not forget."