He Remembers, An Undertale Fanfiction.

Chapter 3

Papyrus' Point of view:

I open my eyes, and I'm surrounded by fog, its thick, lingering around me, it seems endless. I slowly begin to walk through the fog. I quickly realize I'm in Snowdin, as it begins to snow little snowflakes, each one special with its own design. I silently continue, trying to see anything through the thick fog.

Eventually I stumble upon a blue hoodie lying on the ground.

'How strange, it looks like Sans'' I think, picking it up.

I'm trying to fight off the doubt, and fear creeping into my brain.

'It can't be his, the human wasn't here yet, he never dies before me, no, it-it can't be his hoodie.'

But I can see a pile of dust where the hoodie was, it makes me shiver slightly. I walk around, calling out for Sans, clutching the blue hoodie tightly.

It slowly begins to sink in, the weight of all of this.

Sans is gone.

I slowly slip to my knees, tears pooling in my eyes.

"No...." I weakly plead with nobody in particular.

I shakily curl up in a ball, and just lay there, not knowing what else to do.

I become aware, of footsteps.

I get up, and look around, on edge instantly, not knowing who it could be.

I hear a giggle.

I see it shining, before the knife flies right at me and-

(CLIFF HANGERRRRRR)