Frisk gasped loudly. The pain was like a thousand daggers were being driven through their body at once. They froze up again, and the pain lessened slightly. They breathed slightly, but only in shallow breaths. They didn't dare move any more than that
Papyrus wiped his tears away, and his expression remained unsettlingly blank.
Finally the bones disappeared back into the earth. Frisk sighed in relief. Then they took a sharp intake of air when they were suddenly surrounded by a wall of bones.
The bones started closing in on them, slowly getting closer and closer. Frisk spun around, looking for any way out. They noticed that one of the bones was a bright blue color. They already had a theory developed about that, and now it was time to test it.
They ran in front of the blue bone, closed their eyes, and stood perfectly still. Their ears started ringing for a second, but other than that nothing happened. Frisk opened their eyes to find that the bone had passed through them without any problem. Their theory was right.
They spun around to face Papyrus, right as a bone smacked them in the face. They stumbled back, holding their face. Tears started to cloud their vision. Today was not a good day.
"Human! Are you-" Papyrus said, before cutting himself off. Once Frisk's vision cleared, the skeleton's expression had returned to emotionless.
They reached into their pockets, desperately feeling for anything that might help them. At the same time they were also desperately racking their mind for any conversation topics. They couldn't think of anything to say.
They grabbed one of the meatballs that were still in their pockets. It wouldn't hurt to eat something, so they popped it in their mouth. Surprisingly, their body seemed to ache less afterwards.
There was no time to ponder on the healing properties of meatballs when Papyrus started throwing bones at them again.
Frisk went with their first instinct, and dropped to the ground. They started crawling towards the skeleton while his attacks sailed over their head. Right as they started getting close, more bones started protruding from the ground.
Frisk yelled in frustration when they were once again trapped by a wall of bones. They then yelled that they didn't want to fight. There was no response.
The bones started closing in again like before, except this time Papyrus learned from his mistakes. There were no blue bones for them to escape through, only pure white ones.
Frisk wondered if they could jump over them, but that was most definitely bordering on impossible. It seemed like this time they were completely trapped.
The bones were almost touching their shoulders before they noticed one of the bones had a small spaced underneath it. They rushed to try and squeeze under it. While they fortunately made it through, they unfortunately didn't do the best job, and the bone scraped against their back.
Once they were able to stand up again, a circle of bones immediately trapped them again. This time they screamed that they didn't want to fight. There was still no response.
Now there were two bones that were a bright blue, so it seemed like it would be easy. That's what Frisk thought, until the bones started spinning around them. While spinning, it started closing in again.
Frisk started breathing heavily, but hyperventilating wouldn't make the situation any better.
They desperately tried to track where the blue bones were. It was easy at first, but then they started spinning faster and faster until everything was just a white and blue blur. It kept getting closer, and Frisk kept getting dizzier.
They did the only thing they could think of doing.
They begged for Papyrus to stop it all. They begged him to stop fighting them. They begged him to just let them go.
They closed their eyes tightly, and when they opened them, they weren't trapped any more.
They turned to face Papyrus, whose façade had completely broken. His expression was desperate. "Human, please," he said, "Can you start fighting back?"
He half-heartedly threw some more bones at them. Frisk easily sidestepped them, and said again that they didn't want to fight.
Three waves of bones came at Frisk all at once. The first one was low to the ground, and they were easily able to jump over it. They slipped as they landed, and fell to the ground as the second wave came.
The second wave was several blue bones squished together so it looked like an actual wave. Frisk was still on the ground when they were blinded by the neon blue color as the second wave passed through them.
The third wave consisted of bones coming from both the ceiling and the floor. There was a small gap in between them, one that Frisk only noticed when they stood up.
They groaned loudly, before running and diving through the small gap. They hit the ground rolling ungracefully. By the time they stooped rolling they were sure they had lost most of the skin on their cheeks.
"See, human? That's how you fight," Papyrus said.
Frisk stood up slowly, their legs were trembling. They kept one hand on the wall to keep balance, and they slowly started walking towards the skeleton.
"In a fight, you're supposed to fight back, you know that, right?" Papyrus said.
Frisk only kept walking closer.
"Human, you have to fight me."
Frisk got closer.
"Human…please fight me."
Frisk hugged the skeleton.
"Do you really not want to fight me?" Papyrus said. Frisk hugged him tighter. "But it's…"
He sighed.
"I understand. I understand what it's like to want something, to have a goal to strive towards. A dream, a dream that you want to make true, no matter what ," he said, "So you know what?"
He pushed Frisk away and knelt in front of them. He held their shoulders and looked them directly in the eyes. "Human," he said, "Leave these Ruins and follow your dreams. Don't let me keep you here. And I know I'm irresistible, but when you leave, please don't come back. Don't give up, and stay safe, for my sake."
He hugged them, gently stroking their hair with skeletal hands. Despite being a skeleton, Papyrus always seemed to emit some sort of warmth. When he pulled away, Frisk wanted to cling to him, but they restrained themself.
He started walking back down the hallway. Frisk watched him, knowing it would most likely be the last time they ever-
"GOOD LUCK HUMAN! FROM THE GREAT KI-er- PAPYRUS!"
Frisk smiled as they pushed the door open, and walked out of the Ruins.
The first thing they did was scream.
The next room was completely black, except for a small patch of light in the middle of it. In the middle of that light stood Sans the skeleton.
His face was expressionless, like it had been before.
"Great job, buddy," he said, "You spared one person, you must feel like you can do anything. Even break the very rules of this world. You haven't killed anyone yet, and I'm betting you don't plan on it either. But, let's say in a hypothetical situation, you meet a relentless killer? You'd die and you'd die and you'd die, until you get sick of it. What happens then? Do you kill
out of frustration? Or do you continue your own endless cycle of pain and agony? Sounds like a fun choice, huh? Or maybe you could just hand the reins over to me and give me control over this world."
Frisk wanted to back away from him, but his gaze seemed to keep them frozen there.
"I'm this world's future. Don't worry, you'll probably survive it. I've got something very interesting planned."
In a flash, he was gone again.
Frisk felt a shudder run up their spine. They wondered what that slowly crumbling skeleton wanted with them.
But, they couldn't wonder too much about it. All they could do was walk forward, and that they did.
They reached another door. When Frisk felt it, they noted how cold it felt. It reminded them of how all the doors in the orphanage felt during winter.
They pushed the door open and the cold was like a punch to the face. The regularly chilly Ruins suddenly seemed like saunas. When they stepped outside, snow crunched under their feet. The door closed with a thud behind them.
In front of them there was a snow-covered path lined with tall trees. Looking up they could see the rock ceiling of the Underground, far, far above. To their right, there was a large bush covered in snow. It looked really fluffy. That's when they noticed how tired they were.
Frisk supposed a nap couldn't hurt, even if it was out in the open in freezing temperature. They leaned against the door and slid to the ground.
They closed their eyes.
Frisk blinked their eyes open. For some reason, they were really warm. There was something draped over their shoulders.
They looked down and saw that they were wearing a coat five sizes too big. They reached over to one of the sleeves, and picked off a single, white hair.
Author's Note: This is probably the most I've revised something. I basically spent my entire day writing this. I really wanted to get the fight scene right, so please tell me what you thought. I also put up a poll on my profile relating to this, so please check that out. Review, have a nice day, and an even better 2017!
(I actually spent 1000 gold to send a temmie to college… I don't know how I feel about that)