Aftertale; Papyrus Edition (On Hold)

Prologue

      "HUMAN! WE DON'T HAVE TO FIGHT!" Papyrus said as he opened his arms in MERCY. The human rushed towards him. It wasn't for a hug though, but instead to deliver the finishing blow to the skeleton. Papyrus realized this and braced himself for unimaginable pain, his arms open wide and his eyes shut tight. The scrape of the child's metal blade was heard against his bones before he felt it. Cringing, he waited for the pain.

          Instead Papyrus heard familiar, ragged breathing in front of him. He peeked out from his red scarf to see that the human had in fact attacked, but had struck his brother, Sans, instead. Sockets wide in shock, Papyrus watched as strings of numbers floated around Sans and his assailant as they glitched from pose to pose. They jerking between different poses. Sans' breaths came shallow and erratic, starting and stopping unnaturally. The human was behaving equally as bizarre, staggering from the height of the strike to the anticipation and the drawing back of their knife, it's red glow appearing fragmentedly in an ark. Suddenly their head jerked to look at Papyrus. Their dark eyes were burning with a hatred he'd ever seen before. In a second, they pulled their knife out of Sans' chest and stepped back to wait. Sans fell back down to twitch in the snow as he tried to speak. It was an unintelligible garble of phrases, strange symbols and warped sounds. This assault on his senses snapped Papyrus out of shock and he grabbed his brother by his shoulders.

         "SANS! SANS, WHAT'S HAPPENING? HOW DID YOU DO THAT? I DON'T--" Papyrus cut himself off in sudden pain. Glitchy lines of code shot up his arms like twin bolts of electricity, stunning him. His HP dipped dangerously low as he staggered back. Sans was unnaturally still for a moment before snapping his head around to look at his brother with wide, lifeless orbital sockets. He screamed, loud and low and distorted. The screech sent birds  flying from the surrounding pine trees. It cut off abruptly as his head jerked back towards the human. He sat there for a second as bits of him began to crumble. Then, in an instant, he was gone. His soul had already disappeared. The only thing left was a small blue jacket in a pile of dust.

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              The Player watched confused but otherwise calmly as Sans twitched like a broken marionette before finally dusting, leaving a dirty pile in the snow. They waited for Papyrus to ACT. When he wouldn't, they waited their options to appear. When they wouldn't, they waited for the FIGHT to end. And when it wouldn't, The Player began to panic. They couldn't do anything until a monster's turn ended or until they were dead. Well, Sans was dead now, but they weren't trying to kill him, they were after his lanky brother. "Not that it was a bad thing", The Player mused, "it'll make the end of the game a lot different for once", but that meant the game didn't know if the FIGHT was over or even if their avatar, Chara, was in the Judgement hall or not. They grew more and more impatient as Papyrus sputtered and began to cry over the loss of his "dear brother," clutching the dirty coat close begging him to come back. DETERMINATION filled their SOUL, determination to kill that whiny, pathetic skeleton.

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           "SANS, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE! PLEASE, STOP, THIS ISN'T FUNNY! PLEASE, I NEED YOU HERE, I NEED YOU, I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALL ALONE!!...." Papyrus blubbered. His sentences were blurring together as he begged his brother to come back. Eye sockets were overflowing with tears that splashed onto Sans' jacket. Papyrus buried his face in it, wanting it to all be just a bad dream he could tell his brother when he woke up. He sat here on his knees sobbing uncontrollably for a long while, a headache forming behind his eye sockets. When he finally had calmed down enough to unburry himself and hold his head, he caught a glimpse of the human. The unadulterated rage and disgust being thrown at him bore into his SOUL.  With a startled hiccup he stopped crying, though tears still ran unchecked down his cheekbones. He quickly and gingerly picked up Sans' jacket and cradled it in his arms, running away without another sound.

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It was strange not seeing Sans around this time. Almost everything played out as normal, monsters even acted like that comedian was still alive, he just never appeared. The Player half expected to run into Papyrus whenever they would've met up with Sans, but, no. The whole surreality of what happened gnawed at the back of their mind. Had they really driven Sans to that point from all the RESETS? How many had they done, really? Twenty, fifty, a hundred, more? "Heh, I guess I just lost count at some point," they thought as Chara walked through the last of the abandoned streets to reach the Judgement Hall, unsure of what to expect for the first in a very, very long time.

Chara's steps echoed loudly throughout the Hall. Every step resounding like a tolling bell, one for each monster of the Underground. They walked to where they would usually be confronted by Sans before pausing. The Player waited for any sign of life left in the craggy hall.

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_* The Hall Is Empty _

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"Figures," The Player thought, "I mean, it makes sense. I already killed 'em back in Snowdin. I wasn't ever sure if his idiot brother even knew a fraction of what he did." And so they had Chara walk deeper into the Hall. They didn't make it far, though. A single step later they felt a sickening crack on the back of their head and skidded forward, Chara's body lurching to a stop yards from where they had been. Chara's head swung  quickly to see who dared attack them, so fast that The Player's vision was horribly blurred. All they could make out was something blue against the white and gold light from the entrance of Judgement Hall.

"No," was all they could muster. Sans. That, that trash bag, was back. Panic seized Chara's SOUL, and The Player was now concerned. Of course Sans would be aware of these strange happenings, they'd bet their life on his attack patterns being different now because of that ordeal. Sans would be too powerful to beat now, too knowledgeable to fall into the same patterns again. He.. he....

He looked far too tall to be Sans. As Chara's vision cleared, The Player could see Papyrus' red boots and scarf silhouetting the rest of his stupid 'Battle Body,' with Sans' coat tied securely above his pelvic armaments, giving the illusion of Sans standing at the mouth of the Hall. The realization that Sans' idiot brother had chucked a femur at their head instead of outright killing them made The Player want to laugh. Chara got up carefully to face their "new" opponent and finally exterminate all of monsterkind again. The excitement for the battle filled them with DETERMINATION.