Lost

Part 1

The underground was silent. Everyone locked themselves indoors, hiding from the maniac with the knife. People mourned their de- ....fallen.... they mourned their fallen relatives and friends.

the thing that broke the silence, however, was the dripping of a brothers tears.

Drip...

he held close to what is left of his brother.

Drip...

he screamed "THIS ISN'T FAIR!"

Drip...

he shouted "HE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE!"

Drip...

he cried out.... "S-sans...."

Drip....Drip....Drip...

But nobody came...and nobody will ever come.

the brother, Papyrus, stood up. His hands shaking as he tied his brothers dusty, blood drenched blue hoodie around his waist. His eye burst into a bright orange flame with glints of blue as he felt new found power, new found strength seeping into his soul. He trudged through the snow into waterfall.

He re-thought the whole situation, re-arranging the memories, thinking on how he could of helped. "i should have intervened, i shouldn't have let him go" he mutters under his breath. He re-thinks his brothers strategy and re-plays the fight over and over in his head. "dodging" he starts to think to himself "how did he do that...". One thing was certain though, the human that killed his brother knew how fragile his soul was and took it to their advantage. Even thinking that brought tears to his eyes. He takes a deep breath, walks into judgement hall and stops in the middle. A shadow looms in the corner, he sees this shadow and smiles "hes watching over me, even in death". A faint "i will watch over you until death.." whispers and echos through out the hall of judgement. He dries his tears and a bone appears in hand.

tap, tap, tap....

He turns around and stares at the human who stands before him.

"do you think...." he says in a harsh, cold voice "...even the worst person can change, that someone can improve their actions if they just tried?"

the human stares at him and grins

"heh.........well....i have a better question for you.. do you want to have a bad time?"