A/N: Whoa. I didn't expect the story to get some attention mere hours after I published the first chapter

I think I am going to keep this going. Maybe I can make it 5 chapters long.

Also… I appreciate reviews. I love reading them. It makes me smile. I got so many reads already? (Fanfiction readers) If you are a silent reader... Feel free to drop a review! Follow this story for updates. Okay. Let me leave you alone.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Undertale! Toby Fox got a hold of it! Okay? Now, allow me to go on with this-

*Gets picked up by Undyne and carried off as "Spear of Justice" theme plays.*

WAAAAAAIT!

- Chapter 2: I miss lazy bones -

The knife stabs right through the skeleton's head, and instantly, Sans falls apart as mere dust with the exception of his jacket. Frisk tucks the knife away in their sleeve with pride, and they turn and walk away silently, unaware that they were being watched.

Hidden behind a cluster of pine trees, Papyrus watches the child disappear in the distance. As soon as the coast is clear, he rushes from his hiding place and to the spot his brother had fell. "Sans…! Sans…? Brother…."

His boney fingers touch the jacket, and he touches some dust at the same time. Quickly withdrawing his hand, he stares at the dust as it seeps through the gaps between his fingers and to the snow.

Picking up the coat, he hugs it close to his body as tears build at the corners of his eye sockets. "No… I… I don't understand…."

His eyes shut tightly. A few tears fall.

"S-sans….!"

His entire being is shaking. It seems like his own soul is about to shatter into a million pieces. He wants so badly to scream or cry loudly, but instead, he keeps his jaw shut. He has to stay as silent as possible now. His shouting earlier thankfully didn't draw the human's attention, but the sounds that desperately want to come out the skeleton are far much louder. They have to stay in for now.

Quietly, he folds the jacket neatly, and he stares at the dust pile that once stood as his brother. He reaches for them to gather them up into a bag, but just as his hand was touching it, the wind blowers, kicking the dust from the ground and carrying it far into the air. All that can be done now is for him to watch the dust fly in a beautiful display.

At least… his brother can have a peaceful ride.

Picking up the jacket, he stands and slowly moves away from the scene. He can't stay here, because if he does, he will never be able to leave. He has to get home as quickly but quietly as he can.. But, going back took longer than it should had.

With heavy shoulders, the trip back seemed to last for hours. It probably did. The usual delightful view of Snowdin is now so dull and depressing.

As soon as he arrives at his destination, he shuts and locks the door immediately, and he heads for his brother's room which isn't often touched. What is different is what he sees.

An envelope is sitting on the middle of the floor. He reaches down to pick it up, and he sees his name written on it in his brother's handwriting. Opening it carefully, he pulls out a folded sheet of paper. As soon as he has it straightened out, he reads it carefully, and he lowers it to a desk nearby. "His notebook…? He wanted me to look in there for what?"

The notebook had already been taken out. It is like… Sans knew something bad would happen to him, so he set up certain things for Papyrus to easily find and grab. The skeleton is already reading through the first few pages, and already he is in disbelief. "All these things that are dated… it already happened! Wait… So…" He freezes… seeing his name written down.

It says how he died… when he died…

But, that time is the same time Sans died. The same place.

"What is this…? Sans… what are you trying to tell me…?"

He flips to another page. His eyes widen in horror at the name he sees next.

Undyne.

He grabs the envelope, only for keys to drop from inside and clatter on the floor. The skeleton bends over to pick it up, and he takes notice of a door he never noticed before. How did he not if he lived here for so long?

He doesn't allow another moment to pass. Using the key, he unlocks the door with ease. Pushing it open, he walks inside a large room filled with screens. They are filming live footage. There are cameras all around the Underground. Sans had access to this?

Looking at each screen, he sees footage of different places. Most places are empty. Not a monster in sight. A terrible feeling sinks in the skeleton's SOUL, knowing that the monsters are either hiding, or they are no longer living. However, as he works on the controls to move the cameras around, he sees piles of dust. The murderous rampage passed through places near Snowdin.

Something captures the attention from the corner of his face. He looks towards it, and in time… he sees Undyne stabbed in the chest with a knife wielded by the same child who took Sans' life. Unable to speak do to the shock he just witnessed, all he can do is watch as the royal guard speaks to the child as her body slowly turns into dust.

Then, it rebuilds itself.

For a second, Papyrus doesn't know how to feel. Joy fills him quickly. Delight! Undyne refused to die! She stands, undying! She is faster… stronger than before, now battling the human with all her might. She is filled with… so much determination.

He has to do something, right? Papyrus made a decision to leave and quickly make his way over there to help her, but how could he? Could he bring himself to actually fight s child seriously? Undyne can do it. Papyrus even knows what attacks she is using. He can see she is trying to kill the kid. If he was there… how different would it be? He still is a bit puzzled. He believes the child is just confused and probably terrified of the monsters they are running into. Humans aren't too fond of them.

He has decided. He will get there. All he has to do is take the "shortcut" (as much as he hates doing it) to reach them. He hasn't done it in so long, he is hoping he doesn't end up somewhere awkward… like his head stuck in a bowl in the middle of a restaurant. Teleportation can do crazy things if not done properly.

Just before he could try, his eyes land on the screen in time to see Undyne stabbed down again. Even with that power…

No…

"No…! Not you, too! Undyne!" Pain fills his being as he watches her speak. He can't do anything now. If only there were audio, he can hear what she could be saying… but then again, he would hate to hear her dying shouts of pain. He takes notice of something else.

She appears to be starting to melt. Monsters… melting? That's something he never even thought possible. He wants to look away. He doesn't want to see her die… but for some reason, he can't look away. The human child is grinning proudly and wickedly. It hurts too much…

Undyne's words can be read from her lips. The last thing she said before she turns into falling dust;

"And… this world… will live on!"

Papyrus stares at the one screen, completely forgetting about the others existing. Once again helpless to the situation, he watches the child turn and leave. He keeps watching until the human is off-screen.

The table begins to rattle. It doesn't take a genius to say that this is not on its own. The skeleton is shaking against his own will. He can't stop it. Unknown feelings keep pouring inside and out of him, flooding him. He wants to cry, but for some reason, he just can't.

"She isn't dead." He denies it quickly. What he just saw was proof that she did, but he refuses to believe it. He is in denial.

It only gets worse. 5 minutes have past already, and a cold feeling rushes down his spine.

"She isn't dead…!"

If he had a throat, it would be burning. He can still feel the sensation on his neck bones. The burning feeling that makes one believe that they can breathe out fire. He never felt like this before. The burning feeling in his neck grows hotter. "What do they want….?" His hands rattle the table. He watches the child kill more monsters, and the shaking grows worse. "I don't understand this… what's the point of all this…?"

Watches the screens carefully, he takes notice of more dust piles that he missed before.

Papyrus feels a tear fall free. His shaking is worsening. He feels so hot, it's ridiculous. It takes a moment for him to identify what he is feeling as rage. Normally, when anger tries to seep into the skeleton, he blocks it sway with many tactics, such as going out to Grillby's. He doesn't like getting angry. Anger leads to rage… and he is afraid of what he might do. He doesn't even know if he could control it if he will ever became enraged.

Rage is a powerful thing.

As badly as he wishes to extinguish the feeling, he can't. He can't stop thinking about Sans… and Undyne. He can't get the memory of watching his brother turn into dust before his eyes out of his head. For a moment, he believed something is trying to possess him. He feels his empty eyes burning worse than his throat. Normally when this happens, he would run for the kitchen to splash cool water on his face, but he is unable to move.

Is he really that angry? So angry that he can't even move his attention away from the screens? It is like, his body is frozen.

Normally, Sans would come around if he is present. He would calm him down so easily… but Sans isn't here. He's gone.

He's gone because of that… human.

"You killed them… Sans, Undyne, others… why…? And Sans… he… h-he… I want him back… you…. you…"

His entire body can't endure it anymore. His bones rattle as he feels his anger growing worse. He feels his right side burning. His right socket reveals a glowing orange iris, something he is unaware of. He speaks coldly "You… filthy brother killer."

He stops moving, thinking.

"No… there must be a reason." After he said those words, the iris fades, and his sockets are empty again. "There must be."

-OoOoOoOo-

Papyrus keeps reflecting on this. He had been since it happened. It is interrupted when the human suddenly pops up from nowhere at the very start of the hallway. He can feel the burning feeling rising again at the mere sight of them. He can't extinguish it. However, he stays calm.

Frisk stands before the monster again. Their clothes are still stained with dust… a sickening sight.

He wants to know...

"I still don't understand. Why do you take a thrill on killing people? Sans… how many times did Sans kill you?" Papyrus looks at the child with a hint of sadness or regret. Trying to determine if that is towards the child or himself isn't possible. He seems puzzled and confused with himself. Slowly, he looks at his hands that still shake. "That's strange. Was Sans able to do this to…? No. He could only understand how many times you died by his hands, right? For some strange reason, every time I look at you with my eye… I can see you at your final moment… the moment before you died. Then you decided to come back? What scares me is how… I actually find myself getting more angry each time."

No. It's terrifying. Why is he saying these things? He doesn't even recognize his own voice. It is filled with so much sadness… and despair… and anger.

He places a hand on the right side of his face. "You… you're defiantly something. I am a nice monster. My brother can be annoying, and lazy… but he can be nice, too. Undyne can be nice if you stay on her good side… hah… Sans… Undyne…"

The monster appears to be struggling to stay calm with each passing moment. In fact, he seems to be in pain. He winches, and his hand covering his eye grips on his skull harder.

"My eye… m-my eye…! It burns so much. It hurts. I want it to stop… But you… you just… wouldn't leave us monsters be!" He throws his hand down, and flames shoot out from his right eye socket, dancing wildly. "Haven't you realized, Human? When a skeleton's eye catches fire… it means you've made them really mad! At least, that was what Sans told me! Only once in my life it had flickered before… but this is… no. Wait…"

He seems to be rambling nonsense, trying to understand what he is trying to make out.

"Wait… I was wrong. When the eye becomes exposed… it is because we are using a great deal of power… such as teleportation, or using the blasters… or when such terrible feeling fills us… mostly anger. I rarely ever had mine exposed. I don't even remember the last time it happened. I don't like to teleport like Sans. I prefer walking, because it's not lazy. I also don't use the blasters… because they can really kill someone. You see why I was summoning them on you."

Frisk just stares.

"Sans once told me… that since I was so kind and forgiving… I could never be seen as a true royal guard. That hurt… he apologized afterwards, but that had me thinking… I never actually fought anyone with all I have to offer."

He pauses, as if he just realized that.

"I never fought with anyone using everything I got. I never fought using my full strength."

Frisk seems to let the monster talk. They are curious with what he is saying. Papyrus may be trying to figure out how to handle his situations.

"Sans says I could be stronger than him, or maybe our power is equal. One of us may seem stronger than the other from what we do in fight… but I rarely ever fight seriously, so I am seen as weak… but you've noticed. I am not to he underestimated. Our eyes… they can link with emotions. My brothers face can't move as freely as mine. His eye glows when he gets really angry… hah… I'm shaking with anger still. My own won't stop glowing. Not until you stay down. Here I go again, talking about nonsense… but only because I keep thinking about Sans and what he told me. I… I miss him."

Frisk watches the monster step forward.

"You've seen his eye burst into flames? No one ever wants to see that. When our eye catches fire… it is from rage or.. or… hatred!"

Frisk appears unaffected.

"How are you not shaken by this? Your Level Of Violence… is it that high? Yes… I know about that as well. I also know that my power isn't entirely the same as my brother's, but just like him, when my eye is exposed, I can see through you so easily! Why do you keep coming back?!"

Frisk doesn't reply.

"Why are you making me… do this? I never wanted to hurt anyone. Especially like this. You brought out such a great deal of power out of me. If you wanted to see my power, you could had just asked!"

…

"You could had asked, and I would had done my best to show you without hurting you!"

...

"You've always been too quiet. That should had been a sign that you are a twisted one!"

Frisk tilts their head.

"I should had trusted myself. When I first saw you covered in dust… a part of me was screaming to look at you from the inside out… meaning… activate the eye. Too bad… I was unable to get angry to even try to use it. Unlike Sans, I can't very well control mine as well as he can. Sans told me the glow only comes when strong emotions such as grief or anger overwhelm me."

The usual Papyrus. He tends to talk a lot.

"Actually… one time I do remember… you already know. My brother only has 1 HP. He could die from falling off a tree…" The skeleton shakes a bit. "I think I remember, Sans was in grave danger when a tree was crashing his way. He didn't react quick enough. I got scared, but the thought of losing my brother angered me. The tree was blown away from telekinesis. Sans told me that. He said my eye got exposed as orange… resembling bravery. I really am brave. I stood against you at one timeline knowing you killed monsters prior reaching me. I know that because Sans' notes said how each bad route you took lead to that."

It is quiet for a while.

"How foolish of me to think I could spare you… you killed me so many times in the other timelines… I should had trusted that part of me and used my eye someway. Since now I can use it freely… I can see it… the many times you crushed my head under your foot! Don't you get it? I said this before. This eye of mine mainly only activates when terrible feelings are inside me! I can see what you had done!"

Frisk steps forward this time. They seem to be growing bored.

"Why are you so quiet?! Is it because my lecture is putting you to sleep?" Papyrus seems to be falling into his anger again due to his tone of voice becoming filled with it. "Sans would always fall asleep during my lectures! Are you teasing me, human? Only Sans can fall asleep on me like that! Only SANS!"

The flame of his eye bursts at the last word, and the skeleton covers it with a groan. Flames manage to come out the tiny space outside the hand.

"Nyeh-heh… why does it burn so much that it hurts?"

This is a bit unsettling. Then again, Sans did seem bothered by how his own eye was hurting him. Of course, he didn't say anything about it. He ignored it, but he seemed bothered. Perhaps it is because he got used to it. He fought the child more than enough times to, anyway.

But Papyrus… he never had this happen before. At least not this bad.

"Human…" Papyrus lowers his hand. The flame had shrunk enough to stay in the socket this time. "What have you done to me?"

He must be talking about it. The eye, of course.

*You wonder what would happen if you tossed a glass of water on Papyrus' face.

"This… burning feeling… HATRED that you've awoken inside me." Papyrus rises a hand. Blue light forms into a bone staff. "For once, I am glad that Sans isn't alive… but only because I would hate for him to see me like this. He… probably would see me as the empty shell of his own brother. Ah, great. His puns rubbed off on me…"

Frisk steps back, battle-ready. They watch the monster flinch again.

Papyrus resists trying to cover his eye. "Nyeh-heh-heh… it burns so strong that it hurts. Human, do I really hate you that much?"

The monster appears puzzled by his own question, but he chuckles again, like he gave up on trying to seek the answer.

"I gave you your chance. Forgiveness is what I wish for you, but that seems rather impossible. I might be nice. I might give you one official finalchance. No exceptions. Until then… let's focus on what is happening. So… now… how many times have I killed you already? Ah… I see. 2, right?"

Frisk doesn't budge, even as the skeleton chuckles lightly.

"I might eventually lose count. Besides, I've held you long enough with my talking. Human… I hope you are ready. I'm going to have to make this 3. Perhaps you will give up. 3 times is the charm."

*Papyrus attacks!

He immediately rises his hand and crushes a flame dancing in it. Orange bones shoot from the ground instantly, impaling through the child. He watches them cough out blood. "Well… this will take a while, I assume? It hurts me to take a life this way."

The SOUL splits apart.

CONTINUE

Frisk returns to the saving point. They walk quickly, wanting to memorize the patterns as soon as possible.

However, before they could take another step, something surfaces from underneath.

Flowey.

The flower grins innocently. "Having fun? You know… I like what you did. Killing that smiley trashbag turned the idiot brother to a lunatic! I like your style!" His innocent grin is replaced as his eyes appear sadistic. Sharp teeth replace his smile. "Don't you get it? You are bringing out the darkest side out of someone so innocent. How precious. Do you understand what this means? You see why Papyrus is broken as he is? The reason why Papyrus was behaving the way he was… is the result of witnessing too many of those he cares for die by the same person he had faith in. Once he learned the child had done this many times before, he was hurt. He got really angry. But… he's stupid enough to have a tiny bit of faith left. But soon, that faith will be torn to pieces. He will give up on the child, and he will embrace the burning hatred. And we both know who that child is… or… do we?"

Frisk frowns.

"He won't stop killing you. He will enjoy watching you suffer as you enjoyed seeing your victims fall. Doesn't feel good, does it? Great job. You're turning an old friend to a sadistic pain to you. He isn't that way now, but just wait until he sees that he killed you so many times… or you do something stupid. Enjoy it."

Flowey retreats underground.

Frisk stares at the spot the plant was, and after a little while, they proceed forward. They finally reach near the end of the long stretch. Papyrus has his back turned, but he seems to notice the presence of the lone human.

He turns around, looking a bit interested.

"Oh? You look a bit annoyed, human!" Papyrus watches the child walk towards him with a slightly angry look. The skeleton's eye sockets are empty, but they narrow in a way that shows his anger. "I can see why Sans had trouble with you. You just keep coming back."

Frisk stands a few feet from the monster this time. They flick their hand to allow their knife to slip out their sleeve and to their hand.

Papyrus swings one arm to the side. As before, light forms and stretches to the shape of a long bone before materializing into one. He closes his fingers around it, holding a new staff. "I did say to you in our last few fights that I would keep track. You must be tired doing this again and again, but for me… it's the first time I am fighting you. However, every time I open my eyes on you… I can see what you had been doing. I can see how many times I killed you. Wait. I said that to you before, did I?"

Frisk takes a few more steps forward.

Papyrus' sockets fill with a pair of glowing orange irises. The right one engulfs in flames. "Well, it appears you died 3 times already. Human, you really don't know the meaning behind giving up. I already know how this will end. Either you had enough and quit… or you eventually memorize my fighting as a pattern and kill me easily. Regardless of what happens… I won't back down knowing what you can do. I'm going to make sure. NYEH-HEH-HEH-HEH-HEH!

*Papyrus attacks!

"Let's get straight to the battlefield, shall we? No more lectures!"

Frisk braces himself. The skeleton seems to have nothing to talk about, meaning they have no more time to think of strategies to avoid the tricks this monster has to offer.

"Let's see. Have you memorized this attack, yet?" He crushes the flame in his hand and raises it high. Orange bones shoot from underneath. He watches Frisk managing to get between spaces to stay safe. "So, you have! Wowie! You are starting to meet my standards! As you know, I have very high standards! Let's see how many times you die until this is just a smooth ride for you!"

Frisk's body is engulfed in orange light. They already know what is happening next. They are thrown in the air and slammed to the ground. Bones shoot out, and they fall to the ground harshly.

"Ah. So that's why Undyne says to never use your most powerful attack first."

Right. They might hear him say the same things...

Frisk slowly stands, and they charge forward. Their first swing is blocked. A large wave of bones shoot down, and they jump back in time to avoid it.

"So soon, you can read my attacks?" Papyrus holds on to his bone staff. He dashes forward and swings the weapon at the child who dodges the first swing, but it struck by the second. The third one sends them flying. The fourth nearly killed them.

Frisk stands. They reach for something to eat.

*You ate the Legendary Hero.

*ATTACK increased by 4!

*Recovered 40 HP.

Papyrus places a fist near his hip. "Don't you see this as pointless, yet?" He grabs hold of his weapon and swings again. He blocks Frisk's next attack. "What good is there in slaughtering us over and over again?"

Snap.

Frisk looks around. They see that they are surrounded by 4 gastro blasters. Just before they can react, they are struck and their soul splits apart

They return and face Papyrus again.

"You look like you just died 4 times in a row. I assume you're not going to give up?" Papyrus seems to be teasing the child now.

"Look at what you've done to me." Papyrus says as his flames return. "I had never been this angry in my life. This is rage, isn't it? Mixed in with hatred. You brought out this horrible side of me… and there is no guarantee that I will stop it!"

*Papyrus attacks!

He performs the same attacks. Frisk manages to dodge most, but wounds still catch them.

"Why can't you just stay down and start over with a happier life?"

Frisk rushes down the hall as bones shoot up behind them, following them. Just as they make a turn, their body is engulfed in orange light.

Papyrus swings his right arm to the left, sending the child flying in that direction and crashing to the wall. He swings his arm to the right, and the child flies across the room. The throws his arm up, they hit the ceiling. He watches Frisk jumps back to avoid the bones that shoot out by 3 feet a second later. He swings his arm down. The child crashes down and bones shoot up as the child jumps away. "I'm positive Sans did this same trick, which is why you know how to handle it. How about… THIS?"

*Papyrus' eye flame seems to flicker. Something's about to happen.

Frisk charges forward, being extra careful this time.

"And now… for my blue attack!" Papyrus rises his hands.

Out of nowhere, a blue bone shoot from the ground a foot ahead, and Frisk runs right into it. They fall flat on their back, only for bones to shoot through them from underneath. Determined, they stand and pull the bones out, not caring that they are bleeding badly.

5 gastro blaster fly in and circle around the child. They all fire at once, and Frisk is forced to dive through an opening. They are just on their knees when two more appear from thin air in front of them. Quickly, the child stands and runs, avoiding the series of blasts as much as possible.

Papyrus snaps his fingers. Another one appears. "How much longer can you jump until your legs get weak? NYEH-HEH-HEH-HEH-HEH!"

*Papyrus seems to be enjoying himself. You? Not so much.

It fires, and Frisk jumps over it. They suddenly fall straight to the ground, unable to move as freely as they normally can. Papyrus must be using his magic to manipulate the gravity the human would feel. Despite how many times they dealt with it, it is still annoying.

"You're BLUE now! That's my attack!" Papyrus swings his arm. Small bones appear from thin air, glowing orange or blue. They shoot at the child like bullets. He watches them cleverly move or stay still, depending on which colors tries to hurt them.

Frisk attacks.

Blocked.

"Do you get tired? You may memorize what I am doing, but your body can't handle it too long, can it?" Papyrus stabs his staff through the child immediately.

The SOUL splits.

Again…

Frisk returns once again, growing more annoyed. Papyrus is showing little mercy. They will have to kill him before he eventually gives in to his negative feelings.

Papyrus takes notice of the child's presence. His empty sockets hold his glowing irises a second later. "Well, well." The fire comes to life. "You look like you just died 5 times in a row. I assume you won't give up? Well… if you are going to keep dying trying, then I guess will have to try something else. After all, I don't want you getting too close to things."

The same attacks again. Frisk dodges then easier this time.

"Human, you are awfully stubborn."

Bones shoot from above and below. Frisk jumps through the gap between them and falls to the ground. They are getting more used to the beginning of the fight. As it drags on, the patterns they know are all gone. New attacks come forward. This is the longest they survived against him.

"Make it easier for yourself and stop!" Papyrus' eye glows brighter as he snaps. A pair gastro blasters appears from thin air. They float above the skeleton's shoulders who holds onto his bone staff tightly. He looks at the child who appears ready to dodge.

Frisk takes notice of something strange. Papyrus seems confused with himself, probably trying to understand why he is doing things that he never would had imagined in the past. He seems saddened, but a grin of confidence covers that.

"I am just getting started."

Frisk took notice of something else odd, too.

The gastro blasters. Papyrus always had them. (Frisk figured that out when he read notes from the brothers basement. Also, he caught Papyrus almost saying it now and then on their previous routes.) But the blasters are somewhat different from the ones Sans posses.

Sans' blasters… their eyes are either blue or yellow.

Papyrus, blasters has eyes in the color of orange and green.

The skeleton lifts a hand and pushes it forward. The blasters fire in response to this. He watches the child jump wildly to safety. The blasters fade away. "Why do you keep resisting?"

*You feel your sins crawling through your back.

"It looks like I will just have to try harder." Papyrus narrows his eyes. A wave of bones shoot from the ground and towards the child.

They jump over them as the move towards Papyrus. Another wave of bones come from behind. They jump to avoid it. Bones shoot down from the ceiling, attempting to stab the child through the head.

"I just want you to stop this. I just want to see them again."

*Papyrus seems conflicted.

"I really miss them." Papyrus says. "I miss Undyne… and Sans… I just want to see then again. You took their lives with little or no motive at all so many times… how many times do I have to kill you until you stop this? I had tried to avoid it… I never wanted to take your life… but at the same time, I do."

Frisk jumps forward. Bone and blade clashes. They cancelled off each other's attacks.

"You don't know what it is like to see your brother as a pile of dust." Papyrus blocks another attack. "To learn that the same person who took his life slaughtered others a million times, and even made friends with them once."

CLACK! FWOOSHING!

"I'm scared. Not just of you, but me. Every time you revive yourself to face me… I get this feeling of… pride. I'm begging you. Stop doing this. It gets worse every time. I just want to forget this ever happened. Go down a batter path."

CLUNK! CHING!

He pushes the child's blade back using the bone. "Blinded by my own fury, I realized, you're still a small human. You're a growing child. Perhaps you were confused. It… took me a long time for me to stand after Sans died. Now that I think about it… what is wrong? Perhaps you are a curious child doing this to see what would change. I still don't understand why exactly you are doing this."

SHING! WHAM!

"But, if you keep doing this, I won't stop stopping you."

The weapons continue to clash many times. Frisk performs a swift swing, and they land a slash across the skeleton's chest.

Papyrus seems bothered by this. "You just don't want to stop. I don't know what goes through your head.'

*Papyrus seems very annoyed with you.

"Sans… this next attack is dedicated to you."

He swings his arm to the left. He watches the child being sent flying into the wall, and bones shooting out of it not even a second later. The child is wounded badly from this. He swings his arm to the right, sending the child flying there. Bones shoot out the same way, but Frisk leans back to avoid them. He swings his arm to the ceiling, then to the ground. He lowers his arm at last, watching the child struggling to stand. He rises his hand quickly, and bones shoot from underneath and stab right through the child.

They still hang on by a tiny portion of their health.

"I'm sure you are tired of dying. Do you know the meaning behind stopping?"

*Papyrus seems to be ready to perform another Sans attack.

Frisk wipes away the blood that is trickling down from their mouth. They rush forward, and bones arrive from glowing light. They see the bones floating horizontally, like Sans had his at some points of his battle. It is easy to avoid. The child simply slides side to side to avoid them. They reach Papyrus easily, and they swing their blade at him. Each swing is blocked with the bone staff. It's hard know how well this monster can fight.

Maybe Undyne did train him with actual fighting tactics instead of just cooking lessons.

Papyrus thrusts his hand forward, summoning countless average sized bones. They all fly at the child who dodges them like they are playing a game of dodgeball. "Human, I am asking you to quit. You're starting to push me too far."

Not caring, or maybe not even listening, the child attacks several more times. Their attack is blocked.

"Human, I'm afraid I'm reaching my limits with the patience I have left." Papyrus blocks another attack. "I will warn you. Keep going and you won't like what I am about to do."

*Papyrus is getting ready to use a powerful attack.

Frisk swiftly swings, landing a heavy attack that actually earns them a look of pain from the monster. The attack landed heavy damage, that's for sure.

And it seems to anger the monster.

"Human, prepare for one of my greatest attacks!" Papyrus' eyes shine brighter each time he summons a blaster. 3 are called out, and they fire. One fires straight across, another from above, another below, all a second apart. They are dodged easily, so he swings both arms out and stomps his foot on the ground.

Bones shoot to the ceiling while traveling towards Frisk like a wall. Unable to avoid it, the last few shoot right through the child.

Their SOUL splits again. Frisk finds themself in the darkness. They hear Papyrus' voice again, expecting to hear the same quote trolling the child to start over, but no. What he says is different.

"Human, you got too close to my head. If I were you, I wouldn't come back. If you do, you may pull out a very bad side of me you will regret seeing! Nyeh-heh-heh-heh!"

Once again, the monster is sending him a warning, probably talking to their dead body while their SOUL floats about. Frisk figured that out. They can hear their words even after they died. The ones who are aware of their reset ability will simply send a warning or taunt them about their failure. In this case, another warning.

Frisk refuses to stay down. They made it this far and saw a change in genocide. The opportunity to see what is past this monster is too good to pass. So, they try again.

…

Frisk returns to the hall once again, looking mentally exhausted. However, they are filled with DETERMINATION. They will keep trying until they defeat the monster.

Papyrus turns around as the child walks to them. "Well, well." He says this again. "You look like you just died 6 times in a row. I assume you won't give up? Well… if you are going to keep dying trying, then I guess will have to try something else. After all, I don't want you getting too close to things."

*Papyrus attacks!

As usual, he performs his first attack that is crazy strong, only for it to be dodged. He says something different this time.

"Human, I wonder if anyone has as much patience as you do."

The attacks are all the same. What he says is all the same, but a few sentences may be slightly different here and there. He gives the same lecture as he did before while fighting.

So, it drags on.

"I want to believe that you still have something in you." Papyrus says after Frisk successfully dodges the attack that ended the fight last time. "If you can show me that you still have a little hope, I may just forgive you again. However, that is quite difficult. You keep swinging that thing around. You really like doing that."

*Sans would approve of those words.

"You said before you befriended all the monsters. What was wrong with that? Surely… we saw the surface and you enjoyed that. Why take that all away?" Papyrus asks.

Frisk stares for a while, like the question is actually making them think. This monster is still thinking they have a little bit of hope left. Just a little.

"I can trust you just a little." Papyrus says. "This fighting… I don't like it. You've driven us into hatred… and yourself as well. The Great Papyrus wouldn't approve of this lifestyle. Don't you want to go back one more time? To see everyone happy… yourself happy?"

Frisk frowns. The monster is too forgiving. Even after the hatred, it dawns on the human it was simply him going through the stages of grief. He's at the point of acceptance, so once again, he is calm. Still angry, but able to accept the fact that his friends and family are dead.

Thinking back, they do remember the laughs they shared with the monsters when they first meet them… the very first time.

*Those memories hold dear to your heart.

Frisk swings, and the blade is blocked.

"I want to stop all of this. Human… I want to understand you. Maybe when you start over… you can understand yourself better. You remember the good times we all shared, don't you?"

Frisk's hands are trembling.

"Let's just stop wasting time. I know deep down, there is a part of you telling you that this is wrong. Trust in that feeling. There is still good in you. I known that there is. I still have a little trust… that you can do it. You are still growing… you have much to learn. Don't let that be stripped away from you." He lowers his weapon.

*Papyrus doesn't want to fight anymore.

Not knowing what to do, they stare at their weapon, then the monster. Memories flood their mind, and they tremble even worse. They stagger towards the monster.

But… what if he is going to do a betray kill? Could he be as daring as Sans?

Papyrus watches the child finally drop the weapon. He seems relieved as the kid falls to their knees and begins to cry.

Frisk chooses an option:

SPARE.

Papyrus exhales. "That must had been difficult, but I knew… there was a little how left in you, after all."

Now for the next turn.

*Papyrus is sparing you.

All they have to do is spare him again… and the fight would be over.

But… what if this is a dirty trick? The same trick Sans did to them when he spared them?

Papyrus reaches down to pull the child into a hug. "There, there. Now. How about we forget about this fight… and think about what you should do? Don't worry. I won't let this by."

"i won't let this go to waste." San's words play in their head.

Frisk grins darkly. Like if they would let this happen again. The crying was fake. They did that to catch him by surprise.

It defiantly worked.

They snatch the blade up, and they stab right into the monster.

Papyrus shouts in pain as his eyes widen. He looks down, seeing the blade stuck to his body. Disbelief is shown on his face at first, then, he closes his eyes. "What a dirty move… is that really what you want? Human, that… was your very last chance. You blew it doing that... Nyeh-heh-heh… heh…"

His body slowly starts to turn into dust.

"I should had never believed in you."

Frisk sighs, knowing they can rest.

Orange irises of the monster reveal themselves, shining worse than before in pure hatred with the blazing flame.

Frisk chokes out in surprise as bones shoot from the ground faster than any other did. It takes out all of their health in a single shot.

Their SOUL splits. Darkness returns.

They hear the monster's voice. "You really are an idiot."

Wait. That… that was Flowey.

Frisk returns to the hall. Papyrus took a kill from the grave, meaning they have to fight again. As they stop to face the skeleton, they draw out their knife. Things just got really annoying. How much longer is this going to take? That is what they keep wondering.

Papyrus turns around. "Well, well." He says once again. "You look like you just died 7 times in a row. Not much of a lucky number, is it? I assume you won't give up? Well… if you are going to keep dying trying, then I guess will have to try something else. After all, I don't want you getting too close to things."

Frisk prepares himself as he watches the monster create a bone staff. What surprises them is the words the monster says are different.

"Human, allow me to express some very complex feelings… like… giving someone your last hopes, only for it to be crushed. To be deceived and betrayed. Too stand in front of someone who will do anything to break and kill you." The glowing eyes return, only they shine much brighter than before. "To feel the strong desire to kill that someone."

*Papyrus attacks!

The first attack is easily dodged as before.

"I think I tried to spare you, and you killed me when I lowered my guard. It seems I had stopped you. So then, tell me, Human." He walks forward. The flame in his eye is like a ribbon as he walks. "How much suffering can you endure until you finally can't take it anymore? I have a feeling you are possessed by something."

Their eyes slightly widen. Papyrus is acting diffrent this time around.

"Humans have a skeleton as well, we all know. Perhaps what is making you do these horrible things are the muscles moving them. You have a system that moves your bones for your body, after all. But… worry no more, human!"

Frisk actually steps back. The last sentence was spoken darkly and filled with so much hate.

"I will free you by tearing it right out of your body." He rises his hands, and bones appear. They all appear broken with pointed ends.

The fight patterns had been altered?!

That look on his face… one thing is perfectly clear:

*Papyrus is enraged.

The bones shoot towards Frisk from the pointed side. They move side to side and jump to avoid as many as possible. Frisk is struck by a few. They stagger back.

"If you had not done what you did, we could had walked out of here fine."

*Papyrus is staring you down, ready to attack.

*You tell Papyrus that was his fault.

*His eyes appear to fill with more rage.

"So now, I ran out of patience with you. I have no more mercy to give." Papyrus rises his hands as more pointed bones arrive. They shoot at the child who is struck by a couple. He snaps. A pair of blasters appear and fire from the left and right. Another pair from top to bottom.

*You are feeling unsafe, suddenly. His presence is unsettling…

Frisk attacks again. The attack is surprisingly dodged, so they miss.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Papyrus says in delight, but anger still seeps deep in his tone.

He rises his hands. Bones shoot all around, and Frisk is battered. Blasters suddenly scattered all over. They fire. At least 5 come in and fade out at the same time as they chase they child. Papyrus can be heard laughing over the sounds of destruction.

Frisk is struck heavily, and they hang on with a bit of HP remaining. Suddenly, the sharp ends of bones fly in from all corners and stab through the child all over like the needles of an cactus. They are frozen, choking, and suffering before they fall to their knees.

They die once more. As darkness comes in, they hear him talk.

"Come again all you like, human! The Great Papyrus is just getting started, and already I am having too... much… FUN! Nyeh… heh… heh…! NYEH-HEH-HEH-HEH-HEH-HEEEH!

A/N: Yay! Done! I never really planned for another part, but here you go.

Haha. If this were in the game, doing a betray kill on Papyrus is the biggest mistake the players will make. It would unlock a new pattern of attacks that are more ruthless than what they saw from him before.

Why? Because he snapped. He had a bit a trust in you, and you tore it to a million pieces.

So you suffer.

Well, reviews/comments are appreciated!

Now… I have to try to work on other stories too! My readers from my DBZ story… the fourth book… they are getting impatient. My fault.