Underswap|When She Cries [BOOK 4]

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It was bright. Too bright. Heck, it feels like the sun was the one who woke you up! Suddenly, a shadow loomed above you, covering the brightness. But then you had a hard time determining who woke you up.

"thank god you're awake." You heard a familiar voice sighed, "What?" You spoke hoarsely, then it downed to you. It was Papyrus. You quickly sat up, thankful that he jolted away from you just in tome before your skulls— a head and a skull, for that matter —collided.

"Where," your eyes wondered across the snowy field, "am I?" You finished with your eyes landing on Papyrus’. "so you don't know anything." You heard him mutter.

You furrowed your eyebrows at this. "Don't know what?"

Papyrus gaze upon your orbs. "that everyone is dead."

You felt all the hair on your back stand. Your eyes widening as all the blood on your body drained.

"E-Everyone," you choked, "is d-dead?" You stuttered, your gaze falling to your hands, "This . . . isn't funny, Papyrus." You growled, an image of a certain sweet little skeleton flashed before your eyes. Smiling adorably at your way. A little cinnamon roll that was indeed too pure for this cruel world.

"i'm not." Papyrus exclaimed, as if he had been telling himself this over the past few seconds you were out cold, "as much as i want it to be, i'm not." It was his time to choke. Tears, orange tears round around the corner of his sockets. As his usual lazy smirk was turned upside down.

"N-No . . . i-it . . . it can't!" You cried, tears cascading down your face as your mind was flooded with endless thoughts of your short cinnamon roll, "TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING!" You demanded harshly, grabbing a good hold of the taller skeleton's hoodie collar in your grasp, your gaze demanding for answers as his descended downwards.

You whimpered quietly, loosing your grasp from his collar you let your hands draped by your side. You brought your knees in front of your chest, your arms snaked as you hold them tight. Just like how you would hold him . . . if he was still here. You curled up into a ball, a depressed ball for your matter, tears flowing endlessly down your face.

Never once did Papyrus had the guts to glance your way ever since the tears cascaded down your face. It pains him, just as much as it pains you. Seeing you cry? It was like seeing a human after trillion decades. It feels like seeing an alien. Who wouldn't get weirded out?

Ever since you fell down hear, you never failed to wear a cheery smile no matter what the situation is. But perhaps, maybe it was time to bring that fortress down. It had stood for far too long anyway. . . .

You've been strong for far too long. But never did once you've decided to cry in front of someone. Awkwardly, you felt a pair of arms wrapped around your back and brought you slowly into a one-sided hug. This . . . only made you cry even more.

This unknown feeling that was unbeknownst to you. But nonetheless, you let him comfort you. You allowed him to hear your sorrowful mourns for what was lost.

"it's okay," he whispered into your ear, you nodded in response as he held you tighter. The two of you in silence, acknowledging what had been lost. And what would never return.

~•~

Sup, guys?

It's me! I'm alive!! Ain't that good?

As you all have known, probably some of you, but in case the other doesn't, let me say it again.

I HAVE WIFI ISSUES.

You're probably thinking how I'm able to post this. Simply because every Sunday after church(yes, I go to church. Shocking? Yeah, that's great.), and straight on to Neverland!

Jk, it's actually my Grandmother's WiFi that I'm using. I know, Grandma's too cool that our WiFi can't even handle it.

Anyway, some of you mught probably skip this, but I made a book!

No, it's not Undertale related(cue the boos and disappointed look and a quote saying; I raised you better than that, Flamo! But, hey! This book is defs for a good cause!

Anywho, it's a book about bullying which was inspired by a certain book on Wattpad I read. And it just, an idea suddenly sparked inside of me like a literal flame and I was like; Hey, ain't that a good idea?

So, yeah. It simply resulted into me, making a way out of that boredom and making a book made out entirely of anti-bullying. I don't know why I'm talking you guys this, but I'm kind of actually wondering if you're into books like that. If not then I'll be keeping it in my drafts, forever? Idk.

Uh, I'm gonna take this A/N's to my advantage and tell you guys that I also  made another book which includes—*clears throat, fixes tie and reades itself from fans* LUKE HEMMINGS.

For more details about the so called books, just tell me, I guess?

See ya.