Discontinued - DM me if you would like to write a finish for the story.
(This is my first story, hope you like it and bear with me!)
Since it was Monday today, it wasn't very busy. Just a couple of people here and there. A slow day. For some re...
"You know I care about you and I'll always be there, it's a promise."
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*(Y/n) POV*
"H-hello?"
You woke up in a completely black room. 'I think?' You get up from your sitting position and walk forwards. You walked straight forward for a about a minute or so.
All of a sudden, the ground disappeared beneath you. You're falling. But the sensation of falling wasn't there. Weird.
Colors start to flood your eyes. You slam your eyes shut from the unexpected light. You open them and see what appears to be a screen. On the screen it shows a wide range of evergreen forests covered in snow, but the screen's point of view is in a large clearing.
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You think you are looking through someone else's eyes. The wind howled and blew the snow that was falling down. A start of a blizzard. A tall, lanky shadow figure comes marching up into the clearing.
Then the figure just appeared at the screen with complete fear on their skeletal face. Realization hit you so hard like a baseball bat to a ball. Papyrus.
Your eyes widen. Fear spreads to every part of your body, making it stiffen.
"COME ON, FINISH ME OFF! I BELIEVE IN YOU, YOU FILTHY HUMAN!" He shouts. There's a large gash across his black battle armor. Papyrus' body then discenegrates into dust, leaving his head on top of his red tattered scarf. The screen turns to see a hand. The hand held a shiny, silver knife. Glinting on the knife, the reflection showed him.
"Frisk?!" you yelp. The reflection seemed to glitch in it's place. A face with pale skin, rosy cheeks, and eyes and mouth looked like it's leaking ink. "That is not Frisk."
The screen turns to Papyrus' skull of the snow covered ground and steps to it. The skull looks up with one red eyelight and closes his eyes. A foot was hovering over the face of the head and stepped down with so much disgust and hate. Crushing the skull, which discenegrates into more dust. What's left of Papyrus, is his red scarf.
Another insane giggle rang out. You were mentally scarred. You were scared for Papyrus. You were scared. Alone. You tried to turn your head, but there was black goop holding your head, forcing you to watch the screen. Why hadn't you noticed this?! The more you realize, the more you --try to-- see that more black goop had consumed your legs and hands already.
The screen fades and another appears to the right of you. The goop turns your body towards it. On that screen it shows a vast golden corridor. The golden glass panes showed the delta rune symbol that displayed the foretold prophecy. Then a thought pops into your mind. Judgement Hall.
