No More Mister Nice Guy ~ A Disbelief Papyrus Story

Chapter 4: Ghost?!

Papyrus could handle the pain for the first while, focusing his thoughts on fighting the human. It was easy for him because the physical pain was nowhere near as awful as the pain of having everyone he cares about stripped away from him. Every time Flowey struck him with a new attack, Papyrus immediately focused in on that other raw type of pain instead, the kind of pain that made him wish he had been taken by the human instead.

Still, though, he wasn't sure if he hated the human. He more just wanted to stop them...which sadly meant he had to kill them. He didn't want to, though, but he knew there was no other option other than what Flowey had said. The human must die. He must be the one to stop them, even if only he, Flowey, and Asgore were the only ones left.

Another whip struck him when he was lost in thought, only this one hit his head hard...so hard that Papyrus felt dizzy and stumbled, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Tsk, tsk," Flowey looked over him. "You seem to have given in and become distracted by the pain. You really think you'll beat the human with that?"

"I'll do better!" Papyrus cried, resting his hand on his head, which was blazing with pain from the hit. "I promise!"

"Good," Flowey breathed, moving back again. He went back to his normal spot in the ground, putting on his normal perky demeanor. "I think I'm bored for today. You should really be getting home now, Papyrus. Maybe rest up that injured head of yours and imagine fighting the human. Be careful, though. You should always be alert for when the human comes!" And with that, the flower disappeared into the ground, leaving Papyrus alone.

He stayed where he was a bit, feeling dizzy from the blow he had received to the head by Flowey's vine. He reached up once more with his hand and gently brushed the injured spot with his soft mitten-covered hand. Flowey's right, Papyrus thought to himself, If I can't handle something like that, how can I go fight the human? Oh, dear! He was anxious now.

The pain in Papyrus's skull intensified, causing him to be unable to move. Despite his lack of a stomach and intestines, the injury made him feel nauseous. He sat where he was, deciding to stay there until he felt well enough to walk...which he hoped would be soon! He wanted to go home and plot on how he'd face the human and what he'd say...

The pain sharpened, which made it nearly impossible for Papyrus to think at that moment. He whimpered and curled up into a ball on the ground, shudders wracking his body. He couldn't think coherently in the slightest to the point where he didn't know how to stand up anymore. He felt hopeless...perhaps Flowey would come to his aid soon...

"Papyrus," A familiar voice breathed, causing him to snap his head up to look in the direction it was coming from. "It's me, bro."

"S-Sans?" Papyrus choked out, his voice shaking with emotion. He saw the figure of his short brother standing nearby with his hands in his pockets, as per usual. Only this time Sans wasn't the same as he once was. For starters, he had no pupils in his eyes. While there were times that his pupils had disappeared when he had been serious, the way they were gone now wasn't right...but that wasn't the only thing that made Papyrus know for a fact it wasn't his brother as he knew it standing before him.

Sans's form was completely transparent. Papyrus could see right through him.