Papyrus held his older brother's hoodie in his hands. Sans' dust fell out of it, fresh with a grey-stained knife slash through the middle. The skeleton hunched over, ashes spreading in the wind as his chest heaved. His very soul felt like it was splitting apart. He should've listened. Every time Sans told him that Papyrus was in danger, that the human... No. Whatever it was, it wasn't a human. It wasn't a monster. It was far worse. Demonic, even. Sans was right about the danger. And now his brother was dead.
Through his tears, Papyrus made out the silhouette of a small figure in the distance, walking away. He could see the faint gleam of steel in their hand. Greif wracked his ribs, and he crumbled even farther, pressing his face into his brother's sweater. Glowing tears melded with the fabric, staining it orange. His sanity was slipping. An eerie calm seeped into his bones, just as quickly as he pulled his face away. The skeleton felt something he never, ever thought was possible. Rage, followed by an insatiable lust for vengeance, filled his soul. In his rib cage, he manifested the very fibre of his being. Orange light filled his chest cavity, though it was corrupted somehow. It felt... Darker.
Papyrus chuckled softly to himself. Then again. He kept laughing harder and harder until he was full-on cackling. His mind was broken. His heart was shattered. His soul corrupted. It was time for revenge.
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Random One-Shots
De TodoI'm trying to get the creative juices churning again, so I decided to start writing some random stuff while I work over the writer's block I have with my main works. With that being said, I'm going to write some one-shots that pop into my head. What...
