vague love

Shelter. Gone.

"Miss Wingding, the preparation is ready.

Do you wish to call the boy, now?"

"Of course! Make sure Sans stays in place, alright?"

"Alright, miss."

-

"Papyrus?"

Its one of your mother's assistant. He's calling out for your brother.
Normally, test subjects don't have names. But you and Papyrus are different somehow.

And that explains the saddened expression that the assistant held.

Of course, when someone refers to something with a name, living or not, they will feel some sort of attachment to said something.

"Miss Wingding needs you in her lab."

Poor kid.

When he jumped off the bed and ran towards the man, he had no idea that they're going to finally use him as an experiment.

How do you know?
You were once in his place but inevitably, your existence is set up as a failure.

No doubt this time that this time, its going to work.
A successful human killing machine.

You've killed humans too, but you simply don't have the thirst for murder like your mother wanted.
In short, the you are capable of murder but simply is too lazy for such things.

Hm...

Wonder what will happened after this.
Oh well, time to take a nap, now that your brother isn't around.

You ignored the sound of a child's scream through the thin wall and fell into slumber.

-

The smell of toxic chemicals burning within the flames.

Was the smell that woke you up.
For some reason, yellow and red was the only colour you see when you had gotten out of the bed.

Your footsteps didn't make much sounds too when you went outside your room and towards the elevator.
Perhaps, its the sounds of the flames and chaos from the floor below.

Though, when you arrived, you couldn't hear much of anything either. Everything was muffled.
Only feeling the overbearing heat from the spreading flames that more or less, keeps you unfazed.

It was bound to happen. Sooner or later.

Mother is not really one to be careful. That's why most of her experiments passed with mediocre results or failed.

But..
Speaking of experiments...

Is Papyrus dead?

Hm, lets see..

It took you quite a while before you are finally in front of the door to the test subject's room.

Strange.

He isn't anywhere near...

You look back-

"Brother! Over here!"

You can hear him.
But where?

"Faster! The flames!!"

Shit.
The fire had spread enough that it surrounded you.

You're going to die. You're going to die.
Where is that little brat-

From the distance of your sight, a small hand waving for you was no longer. The fire had caught you.

Your small frame was being burned alive.
Yet..
Where is the pain?

..
...

Your eyes opened wide, your frame rising up with full force, driven by shock and fear.

Looking down at yourself,
there's,
there's no flames.

Not yet, at least.

Hurrying yourself out of your room and into the elevator, the familiar smell of the fire from below was making you sick.
You need to get out of there.

Once you were in the first floor, you quickly dashed towards the entrance, avoiding the flames as you go.
Thankfully.
You got time to escape the lab. And as you did, there he was.

Papyrus.

"you little shit. get out of here, now!"

Grabbing his arm tightly, you pulled him with you, running away from the building that was set ablaze.
And there, you were on the other side of the path.

Facing directly onto the ruined building.

Its tearing down. Slowly.
The lava pit was swallowing the building little by little until..

There was none.

"papyrus?"

He's silent.
He should be.

But why did you called out for him?

"papyrus."

He didn't say anything.

You whipped your head to him, hand are still clenching the boy's arm yet its tighter this time.

"papyrus!"

He looks at you.

"Brother,"

Why..

"why are you holding me,"

Why does it..

"like that?"

Why is that look on his face...

"It hurts."

So foreign.