Syrus acended out into the boreal weather, his hood flapping in the gale as the red-orange scarf constricting it had began to loosen. He wasn't sure where he wanted to travel or where he wanted to be. That was one of the countless downsides of being him. There was just no escaping the fact that their minds were not as compatible as his brother, or well, he had previously thought.
Syrus pondered on this for a second and quickly suppressed the thoughts this subject had caused to resurface so that Papy couldn't ascertion the facts. It was difficult to have to suppress these thoughts. It was like trying to hold your breath for an hour without passing out.
Syrus pulled down his buttoned shorts to cover more of his skeletal leg. These tights weren't quite doing the trick, and would always leave his leg cold. This was saying a lot, for skeletons don't have nervous systems and it is difficult for them to feel temperatures.
As he forged ahead on the path of Snowdin town, kicking the peculiarly deep poffs of snow aside to better see it, Syrus began talking to himself. This was not unusual in any circumstance and hardly bothered the people of Snowdin, who knew well of the brothers' condition.
"BROTHER?" He said in a canny undertone.
"WHY DO I FEEL SO.... BAD?"
Syrus paused for a moment as if contemplating the possible ways to answer this troubling question. Although his mind was made with two souls, thoughts were not so easily read as emotions between him.
"ɪ-ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʀᴏ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ."
"SANS!" He responded to himself disconcertedly. "WE ARE THE SAME PERSON!"
To which he replied, "ᴏʜ, ʏᴇᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ.... "
"ʜᴇʜ."
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Syrusly?
FanfictionSyrus is a Sans and Papyrus fusion. No, this is not a fontcest thing. Don't make it weird. Basically, Papyrus was badly injured while sparring with Greatest Dog and was slowly getting worse. When his body turned to dust, Sans quick...
