"Undyne! Undyne!" he called out.

"What is it, Papyrus?" she responded.

Papyrus was tearing up, hyperventilating. Undyne knew something was wrong.

"S-sans, that creature- they-"

"Woah, Papyrus, slow down! Tell me what happened. What creature?" Undyne knew that to get anything out of him, she would have to start at the beginning.

"Th-the human."

"What about them?"

Papyrus' throat was clogged with sorrow. He could barely speak.

"Th-they were about to attack m-me, but Sans- he-" Papyrus buried his skull in Sans' jacket.

Undyne understood very well. Sans was his only family, and the human… took that away from him.

"I understand. I know that he meant… so much to you, but you have to understand that we can't just sit here and talk about it. You know where Hotland is, right?" Her eyes were dampening. To see Papyrus so depressed was the worst thing someone could ever witness. Someone so upbeat and naïve and energetic, suddenly so dreary and scared for his life.

Papyrus nodded in response. He had been to the laboratory before for puzzle inspiration, along with weekly trips with his father as a child.

"Go there. Tell Alphys what happened, and she will explain what for you to do, and what… his job was, and how important he was to the Underground."

With that, Papyrus was running off, jacket and scarf flowing in the wind. However, he ran to the opposite direction of Hotland, but Undyne didn't stop him. Papyrus always went somewhere with a purpose, and no matter what it was, she wasn't going to hold him back.

Rustle

Her head turned toward the sound. She knew exactly who it was, and she did not like them one bit.

"I know you're there, freak. I know that you were listening, and I know what you did. What you did to him. Now, he's off to who KNOWS where. But me and you, it's gonna be a different story. You better get prepared, punk. I'M GONNA KILL YOU, PUNK!" The last sentence she yelled out for what was left of the Underground to hear.

With that, she disappeared into the shadows, eye leaving a dot of light before fading out.

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