Papyrus was crying. In front of a guilty looking Frisk in the Last Corridor. It was funny, since he never cried before that. He didn't even know he could cry. But now he remembered that Sans was dead and he didn't even stop it. God, he even watched it all happen. He knew it was an accident, but damn, did it hurt. Ha, all the bottled up emotions were finally got to him.
Unfortunately, his brain just had to pick that time to remember the killing of his brother.
...
He thought that it was fine. Sans was a complete cinnamon roll, and in the short time that Papyrus knew Frisk, they seemed like one too. He assumed the kid couldn't really hurt Sans, and vice versa. And he wasn't wrong about Sans not being able to hurt Frisk, but...
He didn't know that was going to happen, but he watched them from the woods anyway. The guy from behind the door to the Ruins' told him to watch over the human.
After some waiting, Papyrus eventually saw his brother, with his cape flowing behind him. Then, the kid came.
The first two times, it was alright. Frisk got their HP down to 1 both times, and Sans always took them back to their house as 'prisoner' (although, they'd always escape). Nothing too terrible, because they never died. But he remembered questioning his brother about that decision, telling him that maybe the human might stab him in the back. Sans' answer was to be expected of him.
"Nonsense, brother!" he yelled. "The human is very nice! They will never hurt me!"
He should've said something. Tell him that the kid could hurt him on accident. But, he was too dumb to think of that. He was so stupid.
At that point, Papyrus really wanted to stop looking after them. He just wanted to leave, hands in his hoodie pockets. But when Frisk came, bandages and all, he couldn't bring himself to go.
As they initiated yet another battle, Papyrus stayed in his small, unseen, hiding spot in the woods. He sighed, and lit a cigarette. The battle could have been longer than the last.
"Please let me go," Papyrus heard the kid whisper. He saw them hold a small weapon, waving it in the air. "Or...I'll hurt you...!"
"Never!" Sans said, readying his 'special attack'. "I need to catch you so Alphys will let me be part of the Royal Guard!"
"S-Stop—"
Frisk ran towards Sans, but tripped and fell. But their weapon arm just extended far enough to—
Crack.
Crack went his brother's bones, as Frisk accidentally stabbed him.
He couldn't breathe. The lit cigarette fell to the ground and he felt the grief and anger burn him, like what happened with his dad. It was so much worse, though.
His hiding spot was too far away. He couldn't even make it in time, even if he tried.
God, he needed to leave. As he left with a shortcut, he heard Sans say something that he thought was a complete and utter lie:
"I-It's not your fault, human...!"
...
"...Papyrus?"
Papyrus blinked, and shrugged. "Sorry, kid. I guess I'm getting soft."
"Alright." Frisk seemed somewhat relieved.
"Anyway, as I was saying," he said, getting back on topic. He had a dumb speech prepared and everything, and it would be a waste of time if he forgot. "If you had a special power, or something... shouldn't you use it to do good?"
They don't even hesitate, and nod. He should really leave it at that, and end his judgement. But it's still painful and he just can't not say anything even if it was an accident.
"Then why did you kill my brother?"
The kid flinched, and Papyrus felt guilty at the surge of satisfaction he got.
Though, when Frisk was killed by Asgore, he didn't really care anymore about the guilt.
They deserved it.
675 words heck yeah! I should be working on Fire Emblem stuff but nope—
Underswap Papyrus is extremely bitter, but I guess I would be too.