Great (A Papyrus x Reader Undertale Fanfic)

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     Great. It's a funny word, isn't it? No matter what a dictionary says, nobody really knows the meaning of it. The word is used to describe many things. Pacifist. Neutral. Genocide. Can't all be a 'great' accomplishment? It just depends on perspective. Long ago, the earth was ruled over by two races: humans, and monsters. You would tell yourself this story every night. The two sides went to war. The humans came out triumphant. The seven strongest mages of the land trapped the monsters underground with a special seal- a barrier. For the humans, this was great- they have left their mark on history... forever. But the monsters, this was terrible. Awful. A disgrace to their kind. The race knew that the human's determination was too great. But who knew that one day, you,
(y/n), would make this word benefit both sides.

                                        ***

The night had been rough. You are a member of the town guard. A pretty good one, too. One of the best. But there was some unknown reason why you were never let into the 'royal' guard, or the 'Elites', as some of the townsfolk call them. But you didn't really care. As long as you can protect your little village, the people you care about, you will be happy. But last night, something.... something happened. Nobody really expected it. You lay down on the cold, stone floor of your cell. What exactly happened? You think.

You were outside, patrolling the area. The closest guard was at least a couple hundred yards away. Having to make a stop to survey the area for danger, you lean against a fence post and scan the few houses that were around for any threat at all. Burglars. Murderers. Even raccoons or rats. Nothing. But only a couple seconds later you hear footsteps. They made barley a sound at all. Someone was trying to sneak up on someone, or into their house. Sensing the danger, you unlatch your scythe from your back and silently run towards the direction the sound was coming from. Down an alley, turn the corner, and there he is. Or was it a she? You really didn't know. Their entire body was shrouded in a purple cloak. They were silently moving down the alley, but you couldn't tell if they were walking or not, since the cloak covered their legs. Taking a deep breath, you grip your weapon tightly with both hands and send magic through it. The blade started glowing brightly. Whenever you enchanted your weapon, the color it glows always is (f/c). It always intrigued you that this was your soul's color as well. You point the scythe at the figure. "Halt!" You say. The figure stops moving, and slowly turns around. You couldn't even see it's face through the hood. The hooded person speaks up in a squeaky voice. You'd couldn't put a gender on it.

"I see you have found the Murdererman! Or the Murdererwoman? It's really up to you."

"Murderer." You say under your breath. Too late. The Murdererperson had gotten away. "MURDERER!" You say, louder this time, and ran down and out of the alley. You see the same figure 'run' by you only a hundred feet away. Damn, that thing is fast. You think. You go running after him/her, being able to keep only a 10 foot distance between you and it. You were fast too. After a few minutes of running, the Murdererman, or woman?, turned left down the road you were chasing it down, and somehow disappeared. You cursed aloud. Suddenly, you feel dread crawling on your back. You sprinted 700 or so meters back down the road you came, twisting and turning into you almost ran into the murderer him (or her?) self. Good news, you found the murderer. Bad news, it was holding a knife up to the only person you really loved. Your little sibling, Frisk. Well, the knife wasn't really being held. More like... levitated. The hooded figure was talking in a threatening tone to Frisk. If a voice that squeaky even can sound threatening.

     "Listen here kid! I'm gonna kill you!"

     A little straight forward... you had thought. But no matter what kind of murderer this person was, you were filled with anger. You readied your scythe, still glowing with magic, and brought it down on the side of the figure, presumably his shoulder. It yelped in pain, then collapsed altogether, knife falling from the air and clattering on the ground. Frisk quickly picked it up and slid in into the belt she was wearing. She seemed unfazed by the event. That always made her interesting to you, how she had practically no fear. What had you ended up in a cell was because another guard saw you hurt the murderer, and reported you to the head of the town guard. "Not like her to do such a thing" he had said. You found out later that you severed the man's (that's what you decided on for it's gender) arm.

So, you are in jail for cutting off a guy's arm. A murderer's arm, who was trying to kill your sister. You laugh at the thought. Sure, you like to bring as little pain as possible to the criminals you bring to justice, you much rather prefer mercy, but you weren't just gonna let that thing stab your sibling. Frustrated, you slowly fall into a fitful sleep.

                                        ***

     You wake up to a loud beep. The door to your cell slid open, and an armor-clad security guard wordlessly walked in and grabbed you by the arm. The ridges in the armor on his fingers pinched your skin, and the pain made you tense up. After roughly pulling you out the cell door, you say calmly to your 'escort', "I can walk myself. I'm not going anywhere." Surprisingly, the guard let go of you without question.

     You continue to walk down the narrow stone walls of what you assumed was a jail. Eventually you ended up at a heavily barricaded door. There were no windows or signs, so you didn't know what the door was for, or who was behind it. The door, only a few seconds after arriving there, quickly opened up, revealing a small room. Because of how fast this happened you jumped, startled, and heard a laugh escape from the small room. The guard pushed you inside and the entrance sealed shut behind you. All that was in the room was a wooden table, with 4 matching chairs placed around it. There were two men sitting at the table. One, you knew. He was the head of the town guard. His name was Harold. The other, you did not recognize. In a low purr, the unknown man spoke. "Please, take a seat." Confused, you shuffled over to one of the empty chairs. The stuffiness of the room seemed to be squeezing your airway closed. "We have some things to discuss." For some reason, you knew you weren't in trouble for what had happened the previous night.

     Somehow, the confinement of the room and the pressing stares of the two men sitting near you filled you with determination.

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Hi!
What did you think of the first chapter?

I know it's a bit short, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting!
So, at the end of each chapter I will sometimes put an authors note with a QOTC (question of the chapter). But, if the chapter gets into some more serious crap then I will not add an AN, just to keep the mood the same.

I hope you guys enjoy this book!