Depression kills, no exceptions...(Papyrus Story) *VERY SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter 9: Eavesdropping

Papyrus stood to the left of Sans's bedroom door, listening to the commotion inside. Guilt was building up in his chest as he heard Sans insult himself. Sans was always fairly merciful with others, but not so much with himself. When it came to himself, he was quite savage, tearing himself nearly in half with his own words. 

"God DAMMIT!!! Why am I such a FUCKING IDIOT!?!? FUCKING USELESS PIECE OF TRASH!!! WHY AM I NOT DEAD YET!?!? No one needs ME around!!!!"

Papyrus felt heart wrenching pain as he heard every self-deprecating insult. In all honesty, he'd expected a worse reaction. Like Sans trying to kill HIMSELF, which he would NOT allow!!! Papyrus held the mask in hand, covering his face. His sadness, however, was radiating from him like a human's body heat. You could almost feel it just by standing near him. He sighed, the guilt finally starting to choke him. Suddenly, he saw a looming light....

(..that's right...I'm back!....)

Oh god, no....

Papyrus slowly, hesitantly turned to the right only to be standing face to face with "the voice". 

God dammit!!!

(..what's wrong, "pal"?...)

"Please, please go away..." Papyrus stated gently and desperately. He was too tired for this now.

At those words, the voice put on the same "heartbroken" expression from minutes before and peered at him with a cold gaze that froze Papyrus to the floor he stood on. He shivered as the voice changed back to it's cocky, smirking, sadistic face and began to slowly approach him, head held high and gentle-yet crushing-footsteps gracing the path he walked on. It intimidated Papyrus.

(...don't look so paralyzed....I'm not a disease!..Ha ha!....)

You're terrifying like one.!

(...wow...how nice of you!...)

The voice smiled to him, and he jumped a little. Suddenly the voice charged towards him, pinning him straight up against the wall. Papyrus pushed against it in a desperate attempt to escape. He almost dropped the mask as the voice towered over him. It was at least a foot taller than he was, mainly because Papyrus barely walked or stood straight anymore. 

(...looks like you really ruined his life, huh?...)

The voice pointed towards Sans's door with a cocky smile. The room had gotten quieter, but there was still noise of Sans walking back and forth frustrated and mumbling to himself. 

I didn't mean to....If I didn't tell him now, I knew I never would...

Papyrus held himself and turned away from the voice.

(...pathetic!..)

?!

(...you always turn away!...Why?..)

"Because I can't stand to look at you!!!!"

Papyrus no longer cared about who heard him! He was DONE! 

(..well, FINALLY you stand up for yourself!!!....)

*sigh*....Please leave me alone....Leave me AND my brother alone!

The voice kept on smiling. It had been gradually stepping closer as they talked, and now it stood in his face. Papyrus never understood claustrophobia, but was now beginning to feel it. He shivered as his back was glued to the wall. He felt that he couldn't move out of place without the voice stopping him. He was now starting to get scared. During this whole conversation, his eyes had been glued to Sans's door. Now that he was looking forward, he realized how cold, shaky, and helpless it felt to be trapped.

Um...U-uh....

Papyrus was mute as he looked upward at the sadistic smile of this silent killer.

(..ha ha ha!...what's wrong Pap?...annoying dog got your non-existent tongue?..)

U-uh....Help.

Papyrus was shaking like a mad man! This tall, manipulative voice easily made him do and say horrible things! This thing could kill him faster than anything else imaginable!!! He began to cower and slowly make his way to the floor. It was so cold in his own shadow! He didn't like it. 

"P-please don't hurt me...."

Papyrus shivered. He wanted to run away. He wanted someone to save him. He wanted Undyne to save him!! He wanted his brother!!! 

The voice, however, was not merciful! Flashing a smile of pure evil as hatred filled his eye-sockets to the brim, he grabbed Papyrus by the collar, violently pulled him up and threw him to the ground, nearly killing him! Papyrus was stunned. He could barely get up. The voice looked down at him in his helpless state. He was bleeding. A LOT. He'd hit his arms hard enough to create some "cuts" of sorts. It looked as though he'd taken a knife and hacked his arms multiple times. Blood began to trickle down as he made his way to the barrier blocking the edge of the upstairs "floor". He could barely stand. As he leaned against the railing he was shaking violently. He held his arms, but constantly had to let go in order to pull himself up. He felt so cold. Shivering, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He held the wounds tighter in a desperate attempt to lessen the blood flow. Blood leaked between his fingers and dripped onto his shorts. He winced as he touched them. His legs were shaky as hell, meaning he couldn't stand. His mask was less than a foot away on the floor and he wanted to grab it. More and more blood made its way through his fingers and created stains on his clothes and the floor. His ribs were aching once again, for he had landed on them. He weakly looked up to the voice with pleading eyes as lines of blood suddenly began to leak from the sides of his jaws, between his cold teeth. 

"Please.....Please don't hurt me....."

The voice simply frowned and shook his head in disappointment. 

(...what a shame...you really ARE a waste of space...)

*sniff*

Papyrus was ready to cry. He couldn't take it anymore.

Please Frisk, just reset already.....Please Frisk...Please....

That's when the voice violently approached.

"Please don't hurt me! Please don't, please don't, please don't!!!!!" Papyrus begged.

The voice, however, grabbed him viciously by the collar once again, then lifted him until they were face to face and flashed the evil smile once more, fire burning in his eyes!!!!

(...SHUT IT!!!!...)

He sounded horrible!!! Demonic even!!! Papyrus was terrified!!!!

"PLEASE DON'T!!!!"

"PAPYRUS!!!!!"

Suddenly, Papyrus was thrown to the ground, landing much more than harshly on his spine! Sans had been listening and burst through his door at Papyrus's cry! Papyrus was disoriented now. He couldn't get up. His vision was blurry, but he was well enough to tell that the voice had disappeared. 

Son of a.....ugh......

Papyrus couldn't sit upright, and even if he could, he honestly wouldn't. Was this his life? Being thrown around back and forth like a useless toy? Hurting at all times? Wanting to die, and nearly doing so every time he left the house, or talked, or even moved?! Wow...Life just wasn't worth it.....Papyrus was ready to sleep again, and if he woke up, he swore he'd do himself in. Depression was just not worth fighting through when it wouldn't make any differences. Sans still wouldn't know of the timelines, he'd still be stuck with this truth, and Frisk could still reset. Everything would be the same. The exact same. Same dialogue. Same story. Same people, plants, animals....Same house. Same friends. Same brother......

Papyrus looked toward his mask, just inches away.

It's just not worth it anymore.....

Papyrus closed his eyes and slept right there on the floor, even though Sans was screaming in the background.

I swear to Asgore, if I wake up from this.......