Papyrus walked to the end of the CORE. He had killed everything in that area, so he wasn't going to be attacked. He walked into the elevator, and pressed the button to go up. The elevator ride was even longer than the last..

..What would he do once he got the SOULs?

Could he bring back his brother?

..If he could, would he bring back his friends too?

Would they even want to be his friend-

The door opened, and Flowey sat in front of him.

"We're almost there, Papyrus. Let's finish what we've started." He chimed, sinking back into the ground. Papyrus walked out, and headed toward Asgore's home. Hopefully he didn't already know that Papyrus was coming. He walked in, and saw a note on a chain locking the downstairs up.

He ignored the note, and began to step over the chain. Suddenly, he felt like going into the other rooms. Papyrus walked into the hallway to the right, and went into the first room. There were two gift boxes in the room, which appeared to be a child's room. Something in his non-existent gut told him to look inside. He opened the two boxes, and inside was a perfectly sharpened knife and a locket in the shape of a heart. He left the locket, but took the knife with him. He figured it would make a nice melee weapon against Asgore. Papyrus trudged back into the hallway, and noticed a mirror at the end. He realized he hadn't looked in a mirror in a while, so he went down and looked at his reflection…

...He had changed a lot more than he thought. Would his brother even recognize him? His scarf was covered in dust, to a point where the neon orange was now just a dull shade of beige. His hands, too, were coated in the same dusty powder…

..but what scared him the most, was his eyes.

They were typically just black… but now they were a bright shade of red.

Flowey popped up behind him, and patted his shoulder with a vine. "You're fine, Papyrus." Flowey comforted him, but he felt nothing. He looked at Flowey, and stared him in the eyes. He hadn't really felt much of anything lately, but looking at Flowey he felt… like the flower couldn't be trusted anymore. Without so much as a word, he lifted the hand which held the silver knife up to Flowey's face. "What are you doing?" He asked, but Papyrus just brought the knife closer. He didn't need the flower anymore, Papyrus knew what he was doing. "C-cut it out!" Flowey whimpered, his eyes widening. He sank into the ground and popped back up a few feet down the hall. Papyrus began to smile, and walk toward the now terrified flower. "Y-you've got a SICK sense of humor!" Flowey shouted, he was shaking violently. Papyrus's smile turned into a grin at the sight of this, and walked faster. Papyrus knew Flowey would just get in the way with his plans. Flowey shot down into the ground again, and Papyrus down into the lower floor. Flowey was down there, still shivering. Papyrus began pursuing the flower, going further and further down the long hall. He turned a right, and walked into a room which had a golden hue to it. He noticed something, sitting in the corner. It appeared to be a.. Star? Papyrus walked up to it, and touched it. He felt even more determined than he had before.

Papyrus turned, and began to walk down the hall… there was a figure standing in the middle of the hall. Papyrus couldn't quite see them past the pillars, but he saw a familiar blue glow. He finally got close to the figure, only to see that it was his brother, Sans.

"...hey bro. i see you've been busy. well, so have we." Sans said, as the human walked out from behind him. Papyrus's eyes widened. So, the human wasn't pretending to be his brother?

"S-Sans… I…" Papyrus tried to say, but Sans held up his hand to stop him.

"..i don't know what you did with my brother, but i do know you are DEFINITELY not him. MY brother isn't a murderer..." Sans spat, putting his hand back into his pocket. "..if you tell me where papyrus is, i might consider letting you go."

Papyrus was shocked. His own brother didn't recognize him? "B-but Sans! It's me! Papyrus! Right here!" He began to shout, putting his hand on his chest. He felt cold metal on his chest, and looked down. He still had the knife?

Sans shook his head. "..that knife proves it. MY brother wouldn't carry such a thing unless he was going to cook." Sans spat.

Papyrus was shocked, but there was nothing he could do to prove it was him. Suddenly, he realized. He wasn't shocked, he just thought he'd FEEL shocked. This whole time, since he got to LV 10, he hadn't felt a single thing. He was just lying to himself. Papyrus sighed, and decided he had to stick to his plan. Even if his brother was alive, he had to get to LV 20. It was too late to stop now. He took a step forward, and Sans's eye began to glow a brighter blue than before.

"come any closer, and you're going to regret it." He spat. Papyrus walked forward again, it didn't really matter in the end. He was going to get to Asgore.

..Maybe instead of only taking the 6 SOULs, he'd go through the barrier and get even more-

He was stopped from thinking as Sans spawned a ring of blue eyed Gaster Blasters around him. Papyrus braced himself, and the Blasters fired on him. He was then tossed across the room, and slammed on the wall repeatedly. Sans wasn't holding back, it seemed…

' So neither will I. ' Papyrus thought. Sans's turn ended, and Papyrus began to attack…

Frisk watched in horror as their two best friends fought each other. They tried to cover their eyes, but the sounds made them uncover. "Guys! Stop!" Frisk shouted, running at the two and waving their arms. They tried to get between the two, but one of Sans's Blasters hit her in the chest. Frisk went flying across the room, their blood splattering across the floor. Sans stopped fighting, and bent over their body on the floor, to try and help. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down, to see one of Papyrus's blue bone attacks had pierced his stomach.

"...wow.." Sans coughed, his blood started coming out of his mouth. "...guess i'm… boned. hah-" He was cut off by coughing up blood. Sans noticed he started to turn to dust. "..well i better d-do something…" He coughed, and stuck a hand in his pocket, and pulled out a slice of pie. He had been given it by Toriel, but he couldn't use it himself now. He shoved the pie into Frisk's mouth, and fell beside them. "...t-there, kid.. you can take over from here.." He muttered, as the rest of his body turned to dust.