Killed it! {Reincarnated as Killer sans}

{~CH.14; Help?~}

⚠︎WARNING; This chapter has the following: slight disassociation, hallucinations, swearing.⚠︎

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"Hello" {You speaking}
'Hello' {Thoughts}
"Hello" {Shouts}
"Hello.." {Memories}
Hello {Narratives}
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Wake up, eat, sleep, repeat.

That's what you have been doing for the past... Uhm..

You had no idea how long it has been. With no one to inform you of the time, you could only feel miserable.

The (̶l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶?̶)̶ was deafening, everytime you tried to focus on any kind of sound, your hearing would start to ring due to the (̶e̶m̶p̶t̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶?̶)̶.

You slept in the same house your broth- Papyrus, lived.

You can't claim it as your and his house. You were just a stranger that occupied this body.

You didn't like it.

Your head felt like it was splitting itself apart..

You were currently sitting on the dining table, utensils in front of you. You miss Papyru-

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"... SANS, YOU OKAY?" You remember that voice.. Was it all a dream after all?

You kept silent for a few moments as relief washed over your body.

So it was a dream..

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you ended up giving him a lopsided smile, looking up from your plate to see Papyrus there, good as new!

You blinked a few times, your finger fidgeting with the fork as you let out an unsettled smile, completely forgetting the crisis you were having.

"Yes- Uh.. Never better..?" You stared at him for a while inspecting his featured bettor you let out a giggle, prompting Papyrus to follow with a chuckle

"IF YOU SAY SO, BROTHER!" You smiled wider at you stared at Papyrus with caring eyes. "Say, Papyrus, I had this crazy Nightmare.."

Papyrus clicked his utensils against the plate filled with spaghetti, eating some of it. "WELL, GLAD IT'S OVER BROTHER!"

"Yeah, I'm glad." You stared at the empty plate resting on the dinner table, you blinked in confusion as you thought your spaghetti was gone.

You sat here confused as you looked back up to Papyrus; who was eating his spaghetti gleefully.

Something in your mind gnawed at you to remember, but you just wanted to shove the feeling away and eat with Papyrus.

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Just as you were about to stand up, you remembered the feeling of dust on your palms.

The feeling of your LOVE increasing.. Just thinking about it again made you queasy.

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Realization dawned in on you as you froze in place with your eyes trained on Papyrus; who was staring back at you. "... You're not Papyrus, are you."