"GET BACK HERE!"
"Now, now, freak, why would I ever do that?" Laughed the girl with the knife. She grinned back at her opponent, gracefully leaping from tree to tree.
"You killed them all... It's Christmas. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
The girl remained silent, watching her opponent look at her, their entire body shaking.
"Well then, since you've killed my entire family, I guess I should at least return the favor..." Her opponent climbed one of the many evergreen trees. They were slow, every few seconds snow would fall from the next branch on top of them. They'd whine, wipe off the snow and continue on.
"Come on, you freak! Do you want to die?" She cackled. The monster, who was her opponent, was very close to the girl's tree. Although her opponent was a monster, the only bad guy here was the girl. The underworld's creatures aren't evil, and we had all lived in peace, until this brat showed up.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Uh, you? Look freak, I have a name you know. I am Chara."
"I don't care! Why would you think I'd even use the slightest bit of manners towards you?" They were young. Children were taught to reason with their opponents, the monster couldn't have been older than 10. 'Cause so far, this kid hadn't shut up and tried to fight back.
"Well your mamma told you to at dinner, did she not? It's only been an hour or two." The kid was in shock, unsure whether to say something back or remain silent. They choked on their own words, only stuttering. They couldn't fight anymore, they had thrown rocks at her before, one hitting Chara's arm, but it left little damage.
In anger, the kid jumped off their branch towards Chara, but they were an inch too far away to grab the tree. Time seemed to pause before the kid fell, like in a cartoon. They looked down, looked back up, pale, and screamed as they plummeted down. There was a loud crack. Then a groan. They had survived the fall, but barely. Their legs were bent in unhealthy directions, all four. Blood poured out of their nose. They didn't have much of a chance, they were literally a giant dog, you know, one of the stereotypical orange ones that everyone draws, but the size of a small horse, with muscles, and stands on two legs.
"That's why you don't run from me. You made this more complicated than this had to be, freak. Don't worry, you'll be with your mama soon."
"Don't talk about my momma!"
I couldn't watch the murder. I've seen this girl kill for hours. The whole scenario is stuck in my head. The scream, the kill, the reflection of the corpse in her bloody red eyes, the grin that spread across her face, and the way she wiped the blood and soul powder off in the snow. The last thing is what terrifies me most. Why? Because my brother wants to catch a human and give them to the king so he can become a "very famous royal guardsman", and he thinks she's harmless. I don't know why he wants to be part of the royal guard. We- or I at least don't like working around or for the king. Plus he couldn't hurt anybody even if he tried. I can't let him die, he's all I got.
Dad was the royal scientist, a good one too, he always was working on something. I was only six when hell struck, so I don't understand how I can remember it all so clearly. It was a normal Thursday, Dad had just invented something that could get us out of the underworld. From what I heard, the kingdom was happy... We were eating dinner, but then a burning smell filled the room. Smoke followed it up, and then the smell... gasoline. Someone set the house on fire. Dad handed me my brother and told me to run as far and as fast as I could. I didn't want to, I could've saved him if I wasn't so dumb, if I had known how to use my powers. I could've gone instead. He could've given my brother a much better life than I ever will... I've failed my brother once, so my duty is to never do it again.
I ran for awhile, I was being followed, and I couldn't fight with my brother in my hands. Eventually I found a town, and hid there. They've never come back. I was without food for a week. I got my brother all I could, a couple scraps from dumpsters a day. If Dad had survived he could have a four course meal with extra breadsticks. I ate some ketchup packets. I know, sounds gross. Not to me. I really, really like ketchup. Still find that gross? You should ketchup to what's going on... Heh...Get it?
I snap out of my trance and turn back around. The corpse is gone, the girl is clean. She shuts her eyes and walks towards where I am. I teleport away, back to my brother. He smiles down at me.
"I'll catch them this time, brother! My new trap is sure to get them this time!" I smile back. Papyrus, my brother, talked in an odd way. I guess I've let him watch too many movies.
"I bet ya will."
"No! I know I will! This human is going to make me a very famous royal guardsman!" He flexed and posed, and muttered something afterwards while grinning.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes! Oh, if only they weren't such jerks! They don't like puzzles or anything!"
"Why don't 'cha use a normal trap? Like a snare."
"But those or soooooo boring! I like my puzzles! Did you see the ice skating one! Oh! How clever I was to think of that! I bet they're stuck!" I remember what I just saw. 30 murders. Stuck, I wish. But to hell with what I want... Right?
"Yeah..."
"Is there something upsetting you, brother? You're awfully quiet."
"Nah, just tired... I still have work later..."
"But you just were at work! You are doing work too!" I shrug. Watching for any humans to come though the ruin doors is between my 4th and 6th daily job, and today I've been chasing the girl around. I don't sleep a lot, and I'm not exactly the picture of health either. So today's been killing me.
"Got different work."
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and stared across the bridge, waiting.
The girl was here. Her eyes were closed.
Papyrus got angry at the girl and didn't activate the trap. When I asked him why, he just gave me a lecture on how Undyne, the captain of the royal guard, would love the puzzles. She's been great. She gives him "warrior training". Its really just cooking lessons, I mean if you call boiling pasta over and over cooking lessons... It's brought up his confidence. If only he didn't try and do it at home.
Pap stomps on home, upset. I've told the girl that he couldn't kill her, or break a bone if he tried. I told her to just pretend to be human. I've heard the stories, they killed the prince, and kept us here in the underworld for awhile.
I turn back to her. She's in my face (I'm really short. I don't understand how my brother is 6 feet tall and I'm still 4'8"). Her creepy eyes are open. I realize Papyrus is gonna try to fight her eventually, so I give her some friendly advice.
"Here's some advice about fighting my brother... Don't."
I go to Grillby's, and have a few drinks that may have some alcohol. Grillby let me finish up what he had while he was packing.
"You gotta leave Sans."
"W-why? We're... we're fiiiine." He grabbed my drink and threw it on the ground.
"Hey! Why'd ya do that! I'm not that-"
"Listen to me Sans! That human is gonna kill your brother! He walks around in that suit you made him for Halloween, thinking he's some kind of god! I raised you and him for years!"
That was true, after a week or two of eating ketchup packets he came over and offered us food. I refused for awhile, but I can't say the same for my brother. He ate his and what was supposed to be mine. Eventually I ate his stuff and started working for him. He helped me raise Pap to be the m- er, whatever he is today.
"Okay, okay. You gotta point!"
"Yeah." I turn to get up.
"Your brother."
"Yeah? What about him?"
"He talks like your dad did."
"You knew my dad?" I laughed. "Sure..."
"I did."
"You're only 35. You said you started the bar the day you turned 21 and you've always lived here."
"Yeah. So?" He keep packing, but leaves one bottle out on the counter.
"So what? We didn't grow up here!"
"Well, not exactly. You moved. The house you live in now?" That explains the weird papers.
"When you were really little, you used to steal your dad's drink. It would always be the same liquor." He grabs the bottle and slides it towards me. I pick it up, and look at the label.
"Firestones? This is some expensive stuff!"
"Yeah, consider it a final gift from me to you if I never see you again."
"Thanks man." I take the bottle and run home.
"Papyrus! I'm home!" There is no answer. I look around the house. His room is empty, mine is empty, the kitchen is empty, and so is the bathroom. I decide to go out and look for him, he's probably fine, he better be.
I look around outside. I dig for awhile, we did get a few feet of snow, but he's not anywhere. I'm still sure he's fine. If that brat touches him I swear, I'll do everything I can to make the rest of their life worse than hell itself.
I look around the woods, it's been a while since I've seen him. I generally don't let him out of view for more than 30 minutes when I'm not working.
So Grillby knew dad. Weird. From what I remember, Dad wasn't exactly the kind of guy that would go to a bar at midnight, because that's the only time when he really wasn't sleeping, working, or putting up with us.
I'm really tired. I had a few drinks and 4 hours of sleep. I generally take naps, er, required breaks during the day, but I don't know why I'm tired. When this happeds, my mind kinda blanks. Why am I here again?
I hear something, so I decide to walk towards it 'cause why not? Papyrus is talking to the kid. I listen to them talking, which really is just my brother, from behind a tree. What are they doing?
"Your life is going down a dangerous path! But worry not, I, the great Papyrus, see great potential within you! Everyone can be a great person if they try. And me, I hardly have to try at all!"
She walked closer to him.
"Hey! Quit moving while I'm speaking to you! This is exactly what I'm talking about! I think you are in need of guidance! Someone has to keep you on the straight and narrow! I, Papyrus, will gladly be your friend and tutor! I'll turn your life right around!"
She walked closer to him again.
"I see you are approaching! Are you offering a hug of acceptance? I, Papyrus, welcome you with open arms!"
She runs up to him, and in that moment, everything comes back. The fire that killed Dad, the chase afterwards, and everything bad that had happened. The monsters she killed today. None of that could've prepared me for this.
She took her knife and cut off his head. His body turned to dust after the swipe, but his head lay on the ground. It's alive..
"W-well. That's not what I expected... But still! I believe you can do better! Even if you don't think so! I-I promise..."
She took his head, threw it against the tree I'm behind. She grunted, like he was just an annoyance.
"Papyrus?" His head is gone. I run to where he stood. His scarf was still here. I can barely pick it up. No... This cannot be happening...
"Little BRAT!"
You've taken the last thing I ever had from me, and crushed him. Fine. If you wanted to have a bad time, you should've just said so.