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I squirmed and tried to break free from this fell version of my husband took me to a warehouse with little light. I felt him let me go as I saw Papy tied to a chair covered in blood. I rushed to his side crying, "Baby no....are you okay? Are you alright? Talk to me....talk" I said frantically before I was shoved to the side and heard a gun get cocked. My eyes grew wide as I scream out his name, He looked at me and smile before he was shot directly through the head. I screamed as I watch in horror my husband disappearing. "YOU BASTARD!" I scream as I began pounding my fists on his chest, this fell papyrus took everything from me.... He stole my life, my husband, my child..... He had to pay he just had too...

I looked up at him with tearful eyes as he tried to pull me close to flirt with me. I felt disgusted as I yanked away as I needed a plan of attack,but how could I fight back without risking my child's safety. I still had one weapon on me though, one he had forgotten... It was my hair pin. It didn't look like much but it had a secret blade in it with poison muffet had made me. I sighed and let my hair down and got the knife ready as I hugged him tight and acted like I was giving into him. He bought my plan as He held me close and pet my hair, I nuzzled into him and smiled. "Goodbye...." I whispered and i plunged the dagger through his ribs into his soul.

He stared at me in shock then pushed me away as I smirk as I watched the bastard dissolve, his last words were fuck you to me but I didn't care. Now all that was left was to get the family and head home, after all in this messed up criminal world it's killed or be killed.
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Sorry for a long update but uh this is how it's gonna end.... I have severe writers block and this was all I could think up. I know some answers haven't been solved but maybe another book from a different perspective and maybe a sans x reader can fill you in on that one.... who knows  

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