Again? Seriously? What's with you and watching people suffer?! At least I'm strong enough to do it and not just sit around and watch it happen. Anyways, again, this may be triggering. If you are sensitive to self-harm and suicide, click out of the story now. I've warned you. ~Flowey

Papyrus looked to all of the kids at school nervously. He stood next to his locker that stood in the hallway. His boney fingers fumbled to undo the combination on his lock.

Hurry, Flowey warned. You know that they'll find you soon.

Papyrus just nodded in acknowledgement. His fingers twisted and turned faster than he ever thought possible. He pulled at the lock.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

"Come on, come on, come on!" He whisper yelled as he went to input his combination once again.

Too little…

…too late…

A hand threw itself at his locker menacingly. It hit the locker with a tremendous thud. Papyrus jumped before slowly turning to face the bully. Papyrus smiled nervously when he noticed the high schooler Aaron. He began to tremble slightly.

"H-Hey, A-Aaron. N-No hard feelings…b-b-back then…r-r-right?" Papyrus asked shakily.

Aaron smiled creepily, but Papyrus didn't bring up the courage to tell him to stop with the creepy face. "Your brother came after my buddies and I," He said in a dangerously calm voice. "He could've killed us-"

"He'd…He'd never kill anyone!" Papyrus objected, a small portion of anger for negativity being pointed towards his brother.

Aaron gripped Papyrus by the collar of his red jacket, holding the small skeleton very close to his face. "He would and almost did! Your brother is a murderer! And he wants you dead as well!"

"Stop telling me that!" Papyrus screamed at the high schooler in anger, eye sockets scrunched up in the unfamiliar emotion, orange tears falling from his eye sockets.

Aaron threw Papyrus against his locker, making Papyrus's skull buzz in pain. His hand flung up to hold the back of his skull, a slow hissing sound escaping from his mouth. Aaron smiled in obvious pleasure at the sign of pain coming from the younger student.

"Alright, let's finish what I started, shall I?" Aaron said as he neared the trembling skeleton once more. Suddenly, Aaron was shot back by a bright yellow light, surprising both the teenager and smaller child.

Leave him alone, came a menacing voice! Aaron slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his new surroundings. He had been shot back into the opposite lockers, now sitting on the floor at Papyrus's height.

"What the hell?" Aaron asked as his head darted around in confusion.

Leave now if you want to live!

Aaron looked to Papyrus with a hard glare. "I'm not done with you, yet, punk!" He stood back up, walking back towards Papyrus who cowered more. As Aaron threw a hand out to grab him by the collar, Papyrus flinched back, eyes closed due to him bracing himself.

He waited a minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

He opened his eyes.

He looked around to find Aaron cowered in a corner. He looked at the teenager in confusion. He stood on shaky legs before approaching the teenager hesitantly. "A-Aaron? What's…What's wrong?" Papyrus asked, right hand squeezing his left apprehensively.

"G-Get away from me!" He yelled in fear, his head shooting up, fearful eyes meeting confused ones.

Papyrus cocked a metaphorical eyebrow. "What-"

"Get away from me!" Aaron yelled, standing up abruptly. He ran away from the small skeleton rather quickly, leaving Papyrus confused.

"What happened?" He asked himself.

Don't worry about it, Flowey told him as he popped up out of the ground.

Papyrus cocked a metaphorical eyebrow at the small flower. "What did you do?"

Flowey growled lowly. I did nothing. That punk got what was coming to him.

Papyrus didn't really know what to say. He was happy that someone finally stood up for him…but he wasn't happy that someone ended up hurt because of it. "Whatever you did…thanks, Flowey, but…I don't want you to hurt people because they're hurting me. I don't want anyone to end up hurt."

Flowey rolled his eyes, a frown on his face. You're really messed up, kid. Do you even know what those kids are doing to you?! You've been threatened with your life, and you continue to say that there's good in them! You really are an idiot!

Papyrus placed a gentle finger against Flowey's lips. He gave a gentle smile. "I know what I'm doing. I have this all figured out."

Flowey cocked an eyebrow, his face holding a look of irritation. What exactly do you have figured out?

Papyrus chuckled sadly before turning away from Flowey. "You'll see at the end of the week."

Flowey was about to ask what that meant, fear overriding his system…

…but the bell rang before he could get a single word out.

OoOoOoO

Papyrus could taste the coppery substance of blood coat the inside of his mouth as the bully's fist drew back away from his mouth. He placed his hand against his teeth.

How had he not lost one yet?

"We hate you!" One child laughed out.

"Go die!" Another one shouted through their laughter.

"It'd make everyone so much happier! Especially that stupid brother of yours!"

Papyrus could feel anger grow inside of him. He dared to stand from his sitting position on the ground. "He's not stupid!"

One of the kids looked at Papyrus with pure hatred before punching him in the face, causing him to fall back to his previous position. "Did we say you could get back up?!" He yelled.

Papyrus could feel orange tears run down his battered cheekbones. He quickly wiped them away before he was kicked in the ribs. He let out a yelp accidentally signifying his obvious pain. The kids just chuckled in amusement.

"Stop!" Papyrus yelled as all of them began to kick at him blindly, dust and dirt being kicked up into his face. "Please! Stop!"

Suddenly, they just stopped. He could hear shouts of protest and fear. He opened his eye sockets only to be welcomed by the clouding dirt and dust. He rubbed at his eye sockets to try and clear up his sight a bit. When he lowered his hands from his eye sockets, he found that only he and Flowey were left in the courtyard of the school.

"Wha-…I…how did…" Papyrus was befuddled. He stood on his shaky legs, eye sockets examining the area that used to hold at least six bullies. "Flowey…what did you do?"

Flowey just shrugged, a nonchalant look on his face. That doesn't matter. What matters is that you get home now before anyone else comes back.

Papyrus scrunched his eye sockets in confusion. "What…What do you mean? What did you…I don't understand."

Just go, Flowey growled out! Papyrus jumped back a bit at the unsuspected growl, Flowey's voice sounding as if it had been split into three other voices other than his own. He gave a slight nod before walking off of the school grounds and back towards his home.

OoOoOoO

"Papyrus!" The shrill voice had caught him off guard as he had been continuing to trudge through the deep snow back towards his home. He turned his head to find Ember in her normal dress and black slip on shoes. Papyrus's eyes widened.

"Ember," He told her, "you need to get inside. It's way too cold for someone like you to be out here in such light attire."

She shook her head. "I don't care. Look at yourself, Papyrus!" She told him as she outstretched her hand to create emphasis. "Your teeth are stained red! Your cheekbones are all bruised! You have a huge bruise on your skull! How much longer do you intend on keeping this up! You're going to get yourself-"

He placed one of his fingers up to her lips to refrain from her saying anything more. "Sh," He told her. "You have to keep your voice quiet. I don't want anyone to know."

Ember groaned in exasperation, her eyes rolling, her feet shifting to another side, and her arms helping with the action, leaning to the side her feet took her. "That's just it!" She yelled, throwing her arms up into the air. "You have to tell Sans!" She yelled, pointing a finger at the small skeleton. "And if you don't, then I will!" She yelled.

Papyrus's eye sockets widened. "You wouldn't!"

Ember squinted her eyes. "Try me. You have till the end of the week. If you don't tell him by then…then I will!" She crossed her arms, as she began to suddenly shake. Her arms began to turn into a black, coal color along with her ankles.

And it only began to spread. Papyrus gasped as he took Ember by the wrist before throwing her inside of her home and into the fireplace. Slowly, the fire monster began to regain some of her flames. "Thank you." She breathed out. He nodded gently.

"I told you." He told her in not a smart aleck way, but a statement.

"I know." She breathed out before stepping out of her fireplace, now burning fully and brightly.

Papyrus breathed out before adjusting his backpack back onto his shoulders. "Well…I better get home. Sans will flip if he notices that I'm not home." He turned to leave only to be pulled back by Ember. Her eyes looked into his seriously.

"Remember what I told you; the deadline."

He nodded. "I remember. I won't forget," And with that he stepped outside. He smiled horrifically. "Because a week is all I need."

OoOoOoO

You've turned insane, Flowey accused as Papyrus began to write the note. Papyrus shrugged.

"No, I haven't. People just opened my eyes."

He was so…nonchalant about it.

Granted, the rest of the week hadn't been too kind to Papyrus; kids beating him, cursing him, telling him to die, and several death threats. Flowey had walked down this path, but…he was able to reset.

Papyrus…

…wasn't…

This was permanent. No turning back.

You do realize that this is it, right? Once you walk off of the ledge…there's no going back. You know this, don't you?

Papyrus nodded. "I know," An orange tear fell past his cheekbone. "I've known all week."

Flowey furrowed his eyebrows. Wait…so you've-

"Planned this all week? Yes." Papyrus interrupted, his pencil continuing to make words on the ruled paper.

Flowey shook his head, disbelief gripping at him. He…He can't do this! He…He's such an idiot, but he's…he's all I have! He…He can't do this!

I won't let you do this, Flowey yelled as he blocked all of the exit ways with vines. His doors, his windows, everything was blocked. Everything was impassible.

Papyrus looked to Flowey with weary eyes. "You realize that I can still pass through those? It'll just hurt and take away a heck of a lot of my HP."

Flowey was baffled. He wasn't supposed to know that! Flowey growled. You…You can't do this! I won't let you!

"How are you going to stop me?" Papyrus inquired as he put down his pencil and took off his jacket. Hotlands was hot enough. He wasn't going to need it. As for the cold of Snowdin…it didn't really matter. He wouldn't feel it for long.

I…I…well…I-

"You can't do anything," Papyrus told him, voice monotonous. "Not without hurting me. And even then…you couldn't really stop me."

Flowey was baffled. This…This wasn't right!

You're…You're not Papyrus! You're nothing like him!

Papyrus took a step towards the door covered by vines. He shrugged and lulled his head towards his left shoulder, a small, bitter laugh erupting from his mouth. "So, are you going to unblock my way…or am I going to get hurt on my way down?"

Flowey grumbled to himself before looking at Papyrus's chipped up arms. They looked horrible. Gaping holes that were a bit red and irritated. How had they not shattered due to stress? Slowly, and reluctantly, Flowey allowed the vines to come undone. Papyrus smiled at the small flower. "Thanks, Flowey." And with that he walked out the door.

Flowey shook his head. With any luck, he thought to himself, smiley trashbag will find him before he sees a pile of dust.

OoOoOoO

Sans had always forbidden him from setting foot into Hotlands without him, but Papyrus thought that this would be the best and quickest way to end this.

This is a bad idea, Flowey told him as he popped up beside him while Papyrus's footsteps continued to echo throughout all of Hotland.

Papyrus just shrugged as he continued to walk until he saw the lava filled trench. He looked out over the ledge. "Guess this is it, huh?" He asked the small flower.

Flowey looked up at the skeleton boy. Not if you go back home and tell your brother what's wrong.

Papyrus shook his head. "No," He told the flower. "I can't keep this us. Everyone…Everyone hates me. I can't keep going to school where kids chase me just to beat me up or insult me. I can't keep living a life where I don't know anything about my past. This is it." He took another look over the trench, his breath shaky.

Flowey looked nervous. You don't have to do this.

"What other choice do I have?!" Papyrus asked in a shaky yell. He looked back to the lava.

If you wait for a few more sec-

"I'm not listening to you anymore!" Papyrus yelled from stress. He really didn't mean for it to come off as harsh as it had, but…he was in the middle of putting himself to death.

How could he not be stressed?

He stuck his foot out over the ledge.

He began to lean over.

"Pap, no!" A voice yelled out from behind him. Papyrus felt a tug on the back of his shirt, right at the collar. He felt himself being dragged back onto the ground, and arms immediately engulfed him into a tight embrace. "No, Papyrus! You…You can't do that!" The voice yelled.

For a while, Papyrus didn't even know who the person was. Once he became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed that the person was wearing a blue jacket. It had a greyish fur substance at the hood.

Kind of like…

"Sans?" Papyrus asked in a small voice.

He could hear violent sniffs and he could feel wet drops fall onto his bones. "I'm…I'm here, Papyrus. I…I'm here…and…and I'm not letting go!" The voice sobbed. Papyrus allowed his eyes to look up into Sans's face. He was surprised to find blue tears falling from his brother's eyes, his left eye aflame with a blue color. His right eye, a black void.

Soon, Papyrus could feel tears of his own falling from his eye sockets, their orange color glowing bright. "L…Let me die, Sans! No one…No one likes me! E…Everyone h-h-hates me! Let me die!"

Sans shook his head and hugged Papyrus closer to his self. He placed his forehead against the top of Papyrus's skull. His blue tears dripped from his eye sockets and down Papyrus's skull. "I…I love you so much, little brother. Too much for words."

Papyrus stopped shaking for a moment. Wait…he had been…shaking? He just allowed his hands to grip Sans's jacket tighter. "You…You love me?"

Sans was shocked at the question, but he never let his grip falter on the younger skeleton that sat in his arms. "O…Of course I do. Wh…What makes you think that I don't?"

Papyrus looked to an empty space on the floor, a bitter chuckle coming from his mouth. "Guess you were right, Flowey."

Sans was bewildered. Who was he talking to? "Who are you talking to?"

Papyrus looked into Sans's eyes. "My friend, Flowey. He's right there." Papyrus pointed to the empty space. Sans's eyes followed his finger.

"Pap," He said in a fearful and worried tone. "Pap, there's no one there."

So sorry that it's been so long! I was at camp for a week and school starts tomorrow! Ah! It was nice knowing you summer! *salutes* Anyways, please review and tell me what you think! Did you like it, love it, hate it? Let me know! :)