Papyrus stood, leaning against a sturdy rail that separated him from the void. He stood in the very same spot he had pushed Gaster to his death years ago. He hadn't truly realized how far of a drop the fall would have been until now that he was gazing into its depths. The darkness surrounded the space below him almost lovingly.

He remembered why he did it. The scientist had gone after his brother. Papyrus had agreed that he would cooperate and endure constant conditioning to his psyche and his magic to become the ultimate weapon for the war against humans, if his brother were left untouched. Blue served as a great motivator. Gaster kept his end of the deal until he decided that he was ultimately the owner of his weapon and he wanted another. Gaster had waited for Papyrus to become so physically weak from the torture that he slept, unaware that just down the hall, Blue was taken to the concentrator.

This machine would focus magical energy straight to the psyche so that it could be called upon when it's host became threatened or injured. His brother was not meant for war, Papyrus did all he could to keep his brother from experiencing so much pain...this included murdering the royal scientist.

He knew the consequences that would arise from doing this...however the core had exploded after Gasters body was thrown into the void. This served as a cover-up although Papyrus became severely injured himself.

The return of Gasters body, no matter the form, served a problem for him..not only psychologically, but legally. He had been a royal judge although he harbored the same disgusting sin that crawled on his spine.

Blue startled him out of his thoughts, he nearly dropped his cigarette into the core.

"You doing okay?" His brother asked, not wanting to get so close to the edge of the walkway that hovered them over certain death.

He let out a sigh before replying. "I'm definitely not okay about it."

Blue looked up at his brother, he knew his Paps held dark secrets from him but he never pestered the other.

"I know that the royal scientist was a pretty terrible man, paps...but he's alive." Blue exclaimed. "He was making so much progress to get us to the surface..." Anger built up in Papyrus as he listened to his brother practically praise the man that caused his life to shatter into sheer misery. "I don't remember anything, really." Blue continued. "I think we need to alert the Queen, Paps...He could start helping Undyne wit-"

"Are you serious, Blue?" Papyrus practically yelled as he watched his brother recoil. "This man...deserved to die. He actually deserved worse than that. Do you really not remember anything!?" He shouted. "Because I sure as fuck do. Every. Single. Time...I close my eyes at night." Magic flared as he attempted to stay calm.

"Blue..." He rested his hands on his brothers shoulders firmly. "I killed this guy." The younger brothers eyes widened, looking at his older brother in disbelief. "He was gonna hurt-cha...Blue." The emotion that swelled behind his face urged tears to swell behind his magic. "I deserve everything he did'ta me...but you didn't." He paused. "I...I pushed him in the core."

The shorter brother held his now kneeling brother along his shoulders.

"What do I fucking do about this??" He cried, allowing Blue to pat his back comfortingly.

In Room 4B, Gaster had honed in on the magical energy Paps was emitting due to his strong feeling of rage. "He was never careful enough." He thought as his amalgamation allowed him to escape the vat. He formed into the man he used to be, the only change being the damage he obtained to his face. Time had ceased to exist as he eyed Undyne frozen in mid panic from his outbreak. He walked briskly to the hall, navigating easily as he remembered his whereabouts.

Paps felt a strange energy in the air...it was almost suffocating. He looked up at his brother who became still, frozen in place. Papyrus stood, magic at the ready for an unwanted guest that appeared before him.

"My weapon." He spoke as he stood calmly in front of the other.

Gasters voice put Papyrus into such a state of shock that all he could do was grip the railing to prevent himself from collapsing.

"You never could control your emotions." This form of pure evil smirked.

Papyrus gained amusement from the scientist before him. "You're smilin' a whole awful lot for someone who got their face all fucked up from that "accident" ya had."

"I truly wonder what caused that." Gaster mused. "Surely my dear weapon I so charmingly created didn't attempt to kill me." His form dissipated and emerged directly in front of Papyrus, who's back was now against the railing.

Gaster laughed as he watched Papyrus remain unmoved and calm. "Its almost as if you want to die."

"Tibia honest...it's kinda my dream actually." He smiled, knowing that any reaction would fuel the other.

"Hmm..." Gaster frowned. "I could throw you into the void right now, however that would be a waste of a perfectly good creation." He leaned in, extremely too close to for the others comfort, and inhaled. "You smell like you've been doing some self destructing already. Is the smoking necessary?"

"I do all I can to try and kill myself." Papyrus snarled. "Keeps me from thinking about how fucking awful you are."

Gaster quickly grasped his throat, smiling wildly as he forced Papyrus backwards. "It would take minimal effort for me to fulfill your wish. Sadly..." He paused, frowning. "I'm only an illusion."

Papyrus felt the floor beneath him rattle. He felt this before when the core had exploded...he glanced at the ground below him before looking back at Gaster whose form began to disperse. Time returned as he heard his brother calling out to him. He became instilled with fear when the sonic boom of the core illuminated the his vision in a bright flashing light. He looked at his brother who was now screaming his name with tears flooding his face.

Papyrus couldn't feel anything. His body became light and he felt as if he were being cradled caringly. "Death." He thought to himself. "Death was the ultimate goal."