MurderVictim
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me, watching the clock slowly tick down to my 30th birthday: send help
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when I was a kid, I called someone a bitch on neopets and that's honestly the most hardcore I've ever been. I peaked there
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Bump! I got a decent starting post for this, and I'd hate for it to go to waste ;3
The silence that hung in the air made Frisk uncomfortable. Deep down, she knew she had no reason to fear Papyrus. In all her years and timelines, she had never managed to actually get on his bad side. She'd playfully tease him until he got annoyed, but it was always in good fun. She couldn't recall a single time that Paps had gotten angry with her, or gave her any reason to fear him - aside from the first time she met him. She dreaded fighting him, up until she realized he stopped every time he got close to crushing her soul.
Papyrus was all that was good in the Underground. There was no need to worry about him. Still, she was relieved when there came the knock at the door. Knowing it must be Alphys, Frisk reluctantly released Sans' hand and scrambled to get up and out of the way. She gave the royal scientist a smile, though it wasn't as warm as she hoped it was.
Her thoughts went back to Sans. She was quiet, watching with some interest as Alphys began to remove her friend's jacket and shirt. She couldn't keep herself from blushing, suddenly curious though trying not to blatantly stare. Despite all her time spent around monsters, Frisk still had a hard time remembering some of their etiquette. Souls were still so foreign to her, she found it hard to look away when one was within view. That, and it wasn't at all often that she saw Sans like that...if ever. She tensed.
Papyrus tapping her was another welcome relief. Frisk nodded and followed him without a word. She sat down and stared at the table while Paps got the hot chocolate ready. She tried to think of something else to say, something that would lighten the atmosphere a little. But everything she thought of would be ineffective at best, and hollow at worst. So, she stayed quiet.
The hot chocolate tasted wonderful, as it always did, yet Frisk had a hard time focusing on it. She glanced up at Papyrus every other moment, wishing she had better communication skills. She took another sip of her hot chocolate. It made for a good distraction, yet she finished it much sooner than expected. She went to take another drink, only to find the mug empty. She stood and placed it in the sink.
While she was up, Frisk looked over her shoulder at Alphys and smiled at the good news. She allowed herself to let out a long breath and relax, glad to know that Sans hadn't pushed himself past the point of no return. She finished up at the sink and came into the living room just as the door shut behind Alphys. Her eyes were on Sans, yet quickly moved to Papyrus when he spoke her name. That alone got her attention, and she smiled as she heard what he had to say. She shouldn't have expected anything else from him, even if she still didn't think she really deserved it.
She hugged him back tight, finding so much comfort in the embrace. She tensed a bit when he said he still believed in her - the memories of those very same words stung like hell, and it took her a moment to relax and come back to the current timeline.
"Thank you, Papyrus. You're the greatest."
She stood like that for a moment. To her, Sans' hugs were always so firm and protective, while Papyrus' were gentle. It never ceased to amaze her how different they were - the only thing they had in common was being skeletons. She wondered that for a moment, cherished the hug for a second longer, then finally backed away.
Despite Pap's insistence for her to sleep in his room, or perhaps take Sans' despite the mess, Frisk chose to curl up on the other side of the couch. She told Pap it was to keep an eye on Sans, both for his health and in case he had a nightmare - and she wasn't lying. But she also didn't want to disturb the tall skeleton's rest. It had been a trying day, and Pap had training with Undyne in the morning. With a smile, she gratefully accepted a blanket from his room.
"Good night, Paps," she whispered before settling down on the couch. Careful to not disturb Sans, she curled into the corner and drapped the blanket over herself and him. She knew he couldn't really feel the cold, and he had his jacket, but...well, that was just another weird human thing she did. Satisfied, she got as comfortable as she could before shutting her eyes.
Morning came quickly. Frisk slept soundly, her mind too exhausted to conjure up nightmares. She still seemed comfortable enough, despite how twisted her body was from the strange angle. Her arm was draped over the side of the couch, while her face was buried against the arm of it.
Papyrus was all that was good in the Underground. There was no need to worry about him. Still, she was relieved when there came the knock at the door. Knowing it must be Alphys, Frisk reluctantly released Sans' hand and scrambled to get up and out of the way. She gave the royal scientist a smile, though it wasn't as warm as she hoped it was.
Her thoughts went back to Sans. She was quiet, watching with some interest as Alphys began to remove her friend's jacket and shirt. She couldn't keep herself from blushing, suddenly curious though trying not to blatantly stare. Despite all her time spent around monsters, Frisk still had a hard time remembering some of their etiquette. Souls were still so foreign to her, she found it hard to look away when one was within view. That, and it wasn't at all often that she saw Sans like that...if ever. She tensed.
Papyrus tapping her was another welcome relief. Frisk nodded and followed him without a word. She sat down and stared at the table while Paps got the hot chocolate ready. She tried to think of something else to say, something that would lighten the atmosphere a little. But everything she thought of would be ineffective at best, and hollow at worst. So, she stayed quiet.
The hot chocolate tasted wonderful, as it always did, yet Frisk had a hard time focusing on it. She glanced up at Papyrus every other moment, wishing she had better communication skills. She took another sip of her hot chocolate. It made for a good distraction, yet she finished it much sooner than expected. She went to take another drink, only to find the mug empty. She stood and placed it in the sink.
While she was up, Frisk looked over her shoulder at Alphys and smiled at the good news. She allowed herself to let out a long breath and relax, glad to know that Sans hadn't pushed himself past the point of no return. She finished up at the sink and came into the living room just as the door shut behind Alphys. Her eyes were on Sans, yet quickly moved to Papyrus when he spoke her name. That alone got her attention, and she smiled as she heard what he had to say. She shouldn't have expected anything else from him, even if she still didn't think she really deserved it.
She hugged him back tight, finding so much comfort in the embrace. She tensed a bit when he said he still believed in her - the memories of those very same words stung like hell, and it took her a moment to relax and come back to the current timeline.
"Thank you, Papyrus. You're the greatest."
She stood like that for a moment. To her, Sans' hugs were always so firm and protective, while Papyrus' were gentle. It never ceased to amaze her how different they were - the only thing they had in common was being skeletons. She wondered that for a moment, cherished the hug for a second longer, then finally backed away.
Despite Pap's insistence for her to sleep in his room, or perhaps take Sans' despite the mess, Frisk chose to curl up on the other side of the couch. She told Pap it was to keep an eye on Sans, both for his health and in case he had a nightmare - and she wasn't lying. But she also didn't want to disturb the tall skeleton's rest. It had been a trying day, and Pap had training with Undyne in the morning. With a smile, she gratefully accepted a blanket from his room.
"Good night, Paps," she whispered before settling down on the couch. Careful to not disturb Sans, she curled into the corner and drapped the blanket over herself and him. She knew he couldn't really feel the cold, and he had his jacket, but...well, that was just another weird human thing she did. Satisfied, she got as comfortable as she could before shutting her eyes.
Morning came quickly. Frisk slept soundly, her mind too exhausted to conjure up nightmares. She still seemed comfortable enough, despite how twisted her body was from the strange angle. Her arm was draped over the side of the couch, while her face was buried against the arm of it.
Frisk could only throw Papyrus a hopeless stare as she moved out of the way. She gave him all the space she could while still hovering near the couch, wringing the front of her sweater nervously. Her gaze went from Papyrus to Sans, then back to Papyrus. She watched him as he left and came back with his phone, no doubt calling Alphys. Her heart sunk at that, knowing that this really was serious if the royal scientist had to be disturbed. The idea that Sans just needed a few good hours of rest completely flew out the window.
The young woman fidgeted with her hands, faintly aware of her fingers and knuckles popping softly at the motions. Her attention had once again drifted to the unconscious Sans, but snapped back to Pap when he addressed her. She saw the smile he forced, and attempted to return it yet could only nod. In a time like this, she knew she had to be strong for Papyrus. The skeleton lying motionless on the couch was his only true family, had been his only support system for so long. If he lost Sans...
If he lost Sans, what would happen? In all the timelines, Frisk never recalled such a scenario. In truth, it chilled her to the bone to think about. She'd do anything in her power to not find out. Right now, she had to be strong for him. He didn't need her breaking down too, though that was what she was desperately fighting against.
Taking in a deep, calming breath, Frisk lowered herself to the edge of the cushion beside where Paps was kneeling. She hunched over as she took Sans' other hand in both of hers, relishing the warmth the bones gave off. It always surprised her how his hands could be so warm, when she expected them to be cold and hard like any other bone. If she focused, she could feel the light hum of his soul, much like anyone would be able to feel the pumping of her pulse. For a small moment, that was all she knew. She held his hand tightly, squeezing it as she ran her thumb over his knuckles.
Frisk looked up only when Papyrus spoke again. The sheer pain in his eyes dragged her heart down to the pit of her stomach. She looked at him for a long moment, trying to think of some kind of excuse, something that would make Papyrus feel better while still keeping him out of the loop. She tore her eyes away to stare at the bony hand in her grasp. She took in a breath, licked her dry lips, opened her mouth and...
And was this how Sans felt? Is this what raced through his mind when similar questions were asked of him? He wanted to protect everyone. He wanted to keep his family safe from things he didn't fully understand and likely never would. The crushing weight of it all was numbing and unforgivable.
"I...I do know, Papyrus. And it's all so much more than anyone other than Sans and myself can handle. You don't want to know, Pap. Trust me, you don't. Our regrets are...They're heavy." Frisk swiped tears from under her eyes. "This world is so messed up. And if there's one truth I can tell you, it's that it's all my fault. I did horrible things, Papyrus. To you, to everyone, and especially to Sans." Finding that she could no longer look at the tall skeleton, Frisk again put her gaze on Sans' exhausted face. "But I'm doing everything I can to make it up to all of you. And I will until the day I die." She gave her friend's hand another squeeze.
"Right now, Sans needs you to stay here with him. I think that's all he can ever ask of you, and it's the best thing you can do for him. If you do that, he'll always be okay." She gave him a smile, warm despite it being forced.
The young woman fidgeted with her hands, faintly aware of her fingers and knuckles popping softly at the motions. Her attention had once again drifted to the unconscious Sans, but snapped back to Pap when he addressed her. She saw the smile he forced, and attempted to return it yet could only nod. In a time like this, she knew she had to be strong for Papyrus. The skeleton lying motionless on the couch was his only true family, had been his only support system for so long. If he lost Sans...
If he lost Sans, what would happen? In all the timelines, Frisk never recalled such a scenario. In truth, it chilled her to the bone to think about. She'd do anything in her power to not find out. Right now, she had to be strong for him. He didn't need her breaking down too, though that was what she was desperately fighting against.
Taking in a deep, calming breath, Frisk lowered herself to the edge of the cushion beside where Paps was kneeling. She hunched over as she took Sans' other hand in both of hers, relishing the warmth the bones gave off. It always surprised her how his hands could be so warm, when she expected them to be cold and hard like any other bone. If she focused, she could feel the light hum of his soul, much like anyone would be able to feel the pumping of her pulse. For a small moment, that was all she knew. She held his hand tightly, squeezing it as she ran her thumb over his knuckles.
Frisk looked up only when Papyrus spoke again. The sheer pain in his eyes dragged her heart down to the pit of her stomach. She looked at him for a long moment, trying to think of some kind of excuse, something that would make Papyrus feel better while still keeping him out of the loop. She tore her eyes away to stare at the bony hand in her grasp. She took in a breath, licked her dry lips, opened her mouth and...
And was this how Sans felt? Is this what raced through his mind when similar questions were asked of him? He wanted to protect everyone. He wanted to keep his family safe from things he didn't fully understand and likely never would. The crushing weight of it all was numbing and unforgivable.
"I...I do know, Papyrus. And it's all so much more than anyone other than Sans and myself can handle. You don't want to know, Pap. Trust me, you don't. Our regrets are...They're heavy." Frisk swiped tears from under her eyes. "This world is so messed up. And if there's one truth I can tell you, it's that it's all my fault. I did horrible things, Papyrus. To you, to everyone, and especially to Sans." Finding that she could no longer look at the tall skeleton, Frisk again put her gaze on Sans' exhausted face. "But I'm doing everything I can to make it up to all of you. And I will until the day I die." She gave her friend's hand another squeeze.
"Right now, Sans needs you to stay here with him. I think that's all he can ever ask of you, and it's the best thing you can do for him. If you do that, he'll always be okay." She gave him a smile, warm despite it being forced.
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Frisk let her words hang between them, considering them and those vague memories for some time before Sans began to drag her. Blinking out of her thoughts, she held no resistance against him, hurrying her pace to match his. She was a little surprised at his sudden pulling, but didn't question it as she spotted their home up ahead. Considering the distance between the ruins and Snowdin, it was a miracle they had made it there in one piece.
Seeing him stumble, Frisk moved to his side, prepared to catch him in case he fell. She wasn't entirely sure if she could hold him up, being that she didn't have much physical strength even when she wasn't tired. Of course, she didn't have much time to question herself before Sans collapsed completely.
A pang of fear hit her as she scrambled to catch him before he hit the ground. She pulled her hand from his and wrapped that arm around his waist. Her other arm grabbed his own and set it around her shoulders, allowing her to awkwardly pull him further inside. She had never been more thankful that the couch was so close to the door.
"Papyrus!" She cried out, fearing for Sans' health. She knew he was exhausted, but never had she seen him like this. Her chest tightened with panic, while her sore muscles screamed in protest against Sans' heavy bones. Struggling over to the couch, she bent down slightly to carefully deposit her dear friend down on the cushions.
Seeing him stumble, Frisk moved to his side, prepared to catch him in case he fell. She wasn't entirely sure if she could hold him up, being that she didn't have much physical strength even when she wasn't tired. Of course, she didn't have much time to question herself before Sans collapsed completely.
A pang of fear hit her as she scrambled to catch him before he hit the ground. She pulled her hand from his and wrapped that arm around his waist. Her other arm grabbed his own and set it around her shoulders, allowing her to awkwardly pull him further inside. She had never been more thankful that the couch was so close to the door.
"Papyrus!" She cried out, fearing for Sans' health. She knew he was exhausted, but never had she seen him like this. Her chest tightened with panic, while her sore muscles screamed in protest against Sans' heavy bones. Struggling over to the couch, she bent down slightly to carefully deposit her dear friend down on the cushions.
Frisk dragged her gaze up to look at Sans, taking in his,appearance as he spoke. She listened, but couldn't keep her attention from mostly being on how exhausted he looked. How much magic had he used? Obviously too much if he was choosing to walk, rather than teleport them back home. Frisk wrung her hands together nervously, vaguely hoping it looked like she was only trying to warm them up rather than worrying over Sans.
And it wasn't just concern for him. She worried for their timeline, for their safety against such a foreign and dangerous counterpart. She worried for Sans' happiness, for out of them all he deserved it the most.
She looked away, and jumped when she felt cold bone against her skin. Letting the action take some of her stress away, she tightened her fingers around his. "Neither do I." Perhaps this wasn't the best time to have this conversation, but it had to happen sooner or later. Preferably when Sans was too tired to brush her off and try to change the subject.
"I won't let it."
Not without a fight, even if it was against a being with far more abilities than her. Would the saves help? As a failsafe against damage that would otherwise be irreversible without resetting completely? She hadn't saved in years...She wasn't sure if she even had the power, anymore. Just when she had a good reason to use it...How ironic.
"I've seen one of the other universes before," she suddenly said. "I don't know how, maybe it was a glitch in whatever controls this whole thing." She looked down at the snow, her gaze unfocused like she was lost in a far off memory. "Everything was so...wrong. Flowey was good, but he begged me to kill him. Everyone else was so bitter and angry."
"I lasted...maybe an hour? I probably would've made it a little farther if that version of you hadn't found me." She squeezed Sans' hand. "No matter how much mercy and determination I showed, he just got angrier. Like he had no idea what kindness was." She rubbed at her eyes with her other hand. "I can't imagine what it takes to break someone like that."
"I never want to go back there again, Sans."
And it wasn't just concern for him. She worried for their timeline, for their safety against such a foreign and dangerous counterpart. She worried for Sans' happiness, for out of them all he deserved it the most.
She looked away, and jumped when she felt cold bone against her skin. Letting the action take some of her stress away, she tightened her fingers around his. "Neither do I." Perhaps this wasn't the best time to have this conversation, but it had to happen sooner or later. Preferably when Sans was too tired to brush her off and try to change the subject.
"I won't let it."
Not without a fight, even if it was against a being with far more abilities than her. Would the saves help? As a failsafe against damage that would otherwise be irreversible without resetting completely? She hadn't saved in years...She wasn't sure if she even had the power, anymore. Just when she had a good reason to use it...How ironic.
"I've seen one of the other universes before," she suddenly said. "I don't know how, maybe it was a glitch in whatever controls this whole thing." She looked down at the snow, her gaze unfocused like she was lost in a far off memory. "Everything was so...wrong. Flowey was good, but he begged me to kill him. Everyone else was so bitter and angry."
"I lasted...maybe an hour? I probably would've made it a little farther if that version of you hadn't found me." She squeezed Sans' hand. "No matter how much mercy and determination I showed, he just got angrier. Like he had no idea what kindness was." She rubbed at her eyes with her other hand. "I can't imagine what it takes to break someone like that."
"I never want to go back there again, Sans."
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