Anyone who can correctly guess my inspiration for the story layout gets an art request. Yes, I draw.
Once upon a time, there was a child who hated puzzles and dogs. What a monster, am I right? Who hates dogs?
Apparently, you.
You murdered Doggo. He was a laughably easy kill. You didn't have to move to dodge, ironically.
Lesser dog was more fun. You cheered the little pup on, with wide, innocent eyes. You clapped you hands. You pet him, scratched behind his ears, loved him as his next extended into the clouds and back. "I love you, Lesser Dog! You're amazing."
And then you punched him in the space between the eyes and the nose, and you heard something crunch, maybe saw bone pierce skin for a split second- but then it didn't matter because you followed up and smashed in his armor at the stomach, two more at the face, and a nice hit to the jaw. Quick like a machine. You beat him to death, with a dying, whimpering yelp lingering in the air like the dust he turned into. And you didn't look back.
You did the same thing to the couple. No, I'm just kidding. You killed the woman first because you knew she was tougher. Without her husband, Dogaressa was fierce; without his wife, Dogamy was depressed. You did not kill him immediately after, you cruel, terrible person. You kept him trapped in the battlefield, too grief-stricken to fight as he mourned her, and you just kept standing re, smiling.
Then you split his head open. Man. Too bad he didn't leave his axe behind. It would have saved you a lot of work.
Greater dog… ah, ha ha ha, that great big buffoon. He was a fool, you think, to believe you would treat him any different than you had his friends, who you had murdered, and whose dust was now all over you. A poor, blind, buffoon, and you killed him. The entire Canine Unit has been wiped out.
A few more puzzles skipped, and good riddance. You aren't here to enjoy the series. You're here to finish the game. With the best stats, the best weapons, the best armor. You want to speedrun. Free items, free gold, you'll take whatever comes. That creeping feeling of regret comes crawling over your shoulders, because you had murdered two entire area's worth of monsters only for player benefits, but it is shrugged off. There is no room for that.
But still, you think. Snowdin is empty, because of you.
Because of you.
You.
* Papyrus is sparing you.
Good. He was an easy kill that accounted for a boss, and all the more beneficial to them for lategame. It was simple. The more EXP you earn, the more LV you get, the stronger you are. It was the basis of any other RPG.
It was a game, and you were going to enjoy it.
You swing your fist and punch his skull off his neck, the bone cracking and splintering at the contact point and where the spine had been severed. The splinters immediately fell to dust in the air, never meeting the ground, blown away in the wind.
His body's dust blended with the snow. Some blew in the air like ground-up bone, but the larger flakes that had been left behind looked an awful lot like spices.
Strange, you think. His scarf remained, but the rest of his costume had disintegrated with the rest of him. Oh well.
You notice Papyrus had run through his dialogue but hadn't dusted yet, keeping alive past his usual time. You scowl- he always was a pest, wasn't he? Always loud, obnoxious, self-absorbed, dense, and an unremittingly terrible chef. Simply cracking his skull underfoot wouldn't do.
You pick up his head, looking around.
HUMAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU TRYING TO FIND MY BODY?
Hmm... Put it on top of the Christmas Tree in town? Nah. Nobody would see it. Monster Kid was in Waterfall by now.
WHY, THAT'S SILLY! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE OFF MY HEAD, THEN IMMEDIATELY PUT IT BACK ON?
Ugh, if only he would shut up. Somewhere where nobody would have to hear him- clearly, anyway. And the cliffs were too far away for them to bother.
…
Oh hey! You punt his skull into the river. You can still hear him rambling a little, and you know he can't drown, but it's better than before and he'll die down there anyway. Somewhere cold and alone.
Whistling, you keep strolling down the path, picking up the scarf left behind on the way. You could sell this at Temmie Village for good money.
Actually, you know what? You have a better idea.
