But its nothing to cry about
The oldest story in the underworld, began when you fell down a hole.
You fell, and you fell, and even after someone pulled you back up, it seem as if you jumped to keep falling.
Papyrus is king. In name, at least. In practice, a lot of the running of the kingdom falls to you.
They didn't kill your brother. You didn't kill the human, as you promised Toriel. A hard kept promise.
Was it worth it?
It doesn't matter. Promises are all you have now.
Papyrus gave you a look, when you told him everyone was on vacation, but still, he loudly proclaims he wishes that they would send him a postcard.
His spaghetti technique has improved through practice. It's almost edible now.
Moral is pretty low, no matter how hard Papyrus tries to improve it.
The human souls are gone. They have even less progress to going to the surface than before the human child fell down here.
Papyrus has made a difference. The human had left the ruins full of dust. Papyrus had stopped their path of death and destruction. By being himself. By negotiation, by by believing in the Humans potential for mercy, he had saved a lot of future monsters from becoming dust.
That's what gives you hope these days. That humans can be reasoned with, that they can be made to care, that they can view monsters as beings instead of obstacles.
Maybe
