Forgotten
I open my arms towards the human. Perhaps something this crazy would work on the strange child, they at least seem to consider it.
I'm defenseless but I cannot fear them, for good may still exist within their soul, that soul which I've promised to save from the obscurity of loneliness; a friend, yes, that's all they need to see the error in their ways. Human, hear my heart as it tells you that I too have suffered your lonely agony, let its words become a seal of everlasting friendship.
We can be friends, I'll forgive every single sin within your being, and I'm here for you. Just reach out and everything will be solved, the dust in your hands would not matter to me, after all dust blows free when the cold winds of the north blow.
Come to me.
Human, please let me save you.
It is quite fascinating how fast you act, I did not even see your blade nor the ability you had gained to wield it, but the cut was quite noticeable for it has penetrated my soul. Was I too late? Or too soon? Did you listen to what I said? Did you care? I'm truly sorry human.
My skull is laying on the cold snow, now my innocence cannot protect me and I'm certain of what's to come, even if I was blind about you I regret nothing, for my heart feels at peace.
Human, I hope someone can save you.
But I must, with what was left of me, warn the others about the child with a demon inside. So all monsters please hear my last plea.
Beware of the human wielding dusty blades, but save his soul, please do it for me, for I was not strong enough to show them the way of friendship. Do not worry human, they'll forgive you, they'll love you, they'll never forget you.
Forgive me Undyne, I tried so hard to become a royal guard, today I'll skip our practice, perhaps I was never meant to be what I desired to see myself as; if you could look at me, the aspiring royal guard killed by his gentle hearth, I'm sure you would feel disappointed.
Sans, you were right, so today, when you get back from Grillby's, you won't find anyone making pasta, no one telling you what to do, no one looking at the T.V waiting for you to come home; at last you can leave that dirty sock I always gave you trouble for wherever you want, you can sleep all day, you can finally be free from me to do as you please.
Sans I beg of you, forget me and forgive this child, they need you more than I.
It hurts, my body is nothing more than dust and this child, this weird being whom I desire to save with all the determination of my soul is crushing my skull slowly. Papyrus, the great, has fallen but my love for them would not end until I'm certain they've been shown kindness.
This may be my last thought, I hear a crack and the world starts to disappear, tears fall off and the last image I see it's…it's…it must be…
Dust, Sans and the red scarf spreading its owner earthly remains in the cold wind.
*Crack