There. She'd done it. She had achieve her lifelong dream, finally getting rid of that pathetic, weak, sentimental fool known as Frisk, and accomplished her goal all along.
She got to see the world burn.
No one was safe from her wrath, not since the player had given up her soul, and made her become what she is. She'd searched thoroughly in Underground for any survivors, killed them, and now she was here; back to her home world, where she got to see her fellow humans share the same fate as the monsters. Really, she couldn't have done it without the help of both Frisk and the player. If it wasn't for them, she would have never been made. She would forever be stuck in the back of Frisk's mind, withering away as Frisk took over, being kind and polite as he is, making friends with those...things...and her? Well, again, she wouldn't have existed. Maybe the monsters would have been aware of her, since she's been in the Underground more than once, but that was a long time ago and Frisk was fresh. He was new.
And, to add insult to injury, he looked like her.
Perfect way to get away with murder, she thinks, as she began walking down the empty streets of the city, her footsteps being the only thing disturbing the peace. After all, with the player out of the way, no one would have known Frisk held another SOUL in his body, thus, if, hypothetically speaking, if the player could reset after this, the monsters would have put the blame on Frisk instead of her. Well, the majority of them. Flowey and Sans were two different stories altogether, and have more sense than the rest of the monsters. Asgore too.
Still, it's not like there's anything they could do now - She's ruling the world with an iron fist, not a monster or human in sight, and those she'd 'willingly' spared are put into slavery. Some humans have potential, that she sees, and under her care, she'll make sure those potentials don't go to waste. They would never go to waste.
Stopping abruptly, she turned to her newest prisoner, a monster that even she, as a cold-hearted as she is, liked.
Papyrus.
She had spared him at the beginning of the battle, because he had amused her so much. He had no idea that she had plans for him, and it was only after she'd returned to the Underground, that Papyrus knew what staying alive had actually meant.
He swallowed nervously, not even attempting to understand how he could've done that.
"H-HUMAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH ALREADY? OR HAVE YOU COME TO FINISH THE JOB?" A part of him hoped that was the case. Her DETERMINATION and LOVE was too strong for Papyrus to handle alone, since there was no one else left in the Underground and well, even with all the bad things, Papyrus still didn't have it in his heart to hurt the human.
Now, more than ever, did he wish he still had Sans with him.
She just smiled cruelly at him.
"Actually, I have something better." She had said, thus landing himself here. In her care. On their way to their 'new home' she had said. Papyrus had been unusually quiet since the kidnap, but she had figured the skeleton was too afraid to speak. Which was kind of too bad, she would love to hear him talk more.
Well, scream a bit more, to be more precise.
"UM, HUMAN, A-ARE WE HOME YET?" He asked timidly, to which she had found very cute in a very bad way.
"Yes, Papyrus. We are home." That's when she turned to him, and the evil smile grew, red eyes twinkling. "Now, Papyrus, here's the deal; you are a servant of mine, and as such, you will entertain me. How, you may ask? You'll see eventually, and you may not like it. For now, though, I'll treat you like I always do when I get a new slave; a guest!"
Papyrus didn't know what to say to that.
"UM...G-GOODIE?"
"Lance! Come see to it that my new pet gets a warm welcome into our home. After that, rearrange Archie's bed and make it Papyrus's bedroom. She can sleep in the attic. If there's a problem, let me know and I'll straighten her out." She said to the blond boy that came stumbling out, out of fear, or because he was naturally clumsy, Papyrus wasn't sure. The boy bowed to her before scurrying inside the tower that was her home.
Well...hers and Papyrus's home now.
"Welcome to your new home, Papyrus."
He really, really, wish his brother was here.