Papyrus sat on the throne, tapping his foot on the ground. He stared at the charred body of the human, with his brother's coat pulled around him. He needed to wait for the human to respawn so that he could take the SOUL and become a god. They had put up very little fight, his brother didn't even try to fight back.

What a coward.

Papyrus decided he'd take a little walk and come back later. The human had no point in running, they couldn't get through the barrier without a monster SOUL… it was pointless to do anything but wait for Papyrus to get back. That's what they'd have to do, he decided. He stood up, small bits of dust falling off of him and onto the equally dusty ground. He walked out into the long, grey hallway, humming a tune to himself. It was a song he had heard when his brother was fighting him, but it didn't matter now. There was a giggle from behind him. He spun around, and readied a blaster… but nobody came. Papyrus narrowed his eyes. It sounded like a child's voice that he'd heard, but there was no child. He sighed, and despawned the blaster. It was just a figment of his imagination, he figured. He kept walking, passing an elevator. Suddenly, the elevator's doors opened. He turned and looked at the elevator, but nobody was in it. Curious, he walked inside. As soon as he stepped fully in, the doors slammed shut and the elevator started moving downwards. Strangely enough, he hadn't pressed any of the buttons to move it.

The elevator came to a stop. He was in the hotel again. He looked around. There was still light coming from the burger shop. He walked in, and searched for monsters. There was only one monster in the place, a ginger colored cat monster. They were smoking… something. He laughed, and walked up to the counter. "Still alive, are you? I wonder how? Didn't you ''evacuate'' with the others?" Papyrus laughed, putting a dust coated gloved hand on the counter. The cat glared at him.

"Nah, bub. I've got a shift, no evacuation for me." The cat growled, putting a paw to his forehead.

Papyrus laughed, crossing his arms. He figured he'd mess around with this cat, maybe pick on him a bit before ending his life. "So… got anyone you care about?" He chimed, brushing a bit of dust off the table.

The cat looked around, and sighed. "Okay, so… I wouldn't tell anyone this, but since you seem… somewhat mentally unstable, I'll tell you. You know that ice cream salesman?" He whispered, his nose scrunching up and his ears folding down. "I was thinking of… asking… him out…" The cat laughed.

A memory flashed before Papyrus's eyes. A blue rabbit and a smaller rabbit, being completely disintegrated by one of his blasters. Papyrus grinned. "Oh… I know that one…. You want to know where he is?" He offered, mimicking the cat's motions.

The cat's eyes lit up. "You kiddin'?! I'd love to know! I've been calling his phone, but he hasn't been picking up!" He panted.

Papyrus grinned, his eyes glowing slightly red. He pulled off his scarf, and waved it at the cat's face. Dust flung into the air, getting into the cat's eyes.

The cat coughed, desperately pawing at his face trying to get the dust off of him. "What the hell?!" He shouted in between coughs. "What the actual HELL did you do to him?!" Papyrus laughed at the cat's struggle, and formed a blaster while the cat was blinded. The cat was finally able to see, and they opened their eyes. The blaster began charging, and the cat sighed. "I… I guess I'll get that vacation after all… haha…" He sobbed, closing his eyes. Papyrus blasted him out of existence, not even a speck of dust made it to the floor.

There was no trace that the cat was ever there… except for a nametag that clattered onto the counter. Papyrus picked the name tag up. "Burgerpants, huh? What a stupid name." He spat, tossing the nametag into the trash as he left the shop. Suddenly, he heard a laugh. It was the same as earlier, but louder. He turned around, but there was nobody behind him. "Who's there!? Show yourself!" He shouted, spawning a blaster. He looked into the reflection of the glass in front of him. Papyrus glared at the reflection… suddenly it shifted into the form of a human child he had never seen before. They were similar in size to the human he had killed, but they were sickly pale, wearing a green and yellow sweater, and had rosy red cheeks. Papyrus blasted the glass into smithereens, and the figure was gone. He panted, but was stopped by hearing the sound again. This time, he heard a voice.

"You've really made a mess of yourself… why don't you clean it up?" The voice said, still laughing a disgusting laugh. Their voice swirled around Papyrus, and he put his hands up to where his ears would be. He could still hear them. "Such a mess. Why don't you use that knife of ours to finish what we've started?" They chided. Papyrus cried out, the voice was extremely loud in his head, and it echoed forever. He felt his hand pulling the knife out of his brother's pocket. "You do know what happens when a monster gains as much LOVE as you have… don't you?" The voice laughed, he couldn't move his body anymore. "They lose their minds… dear Papyrus. They lose their minds, and their DETERMINATION." The voice kept swirling around him, his vision was fading at this point. "Why don't we end this now? Why don't you give me your SOUL?" He couldn't do anything at this point. He couldn't even think. All he could do is listen to the horrible sounds swirling inside of his head.

He didn't react when the knife was embedded in his skull down to the handle. He didn't cry out when his body began to turn to dust. All he could do is accept the end of his existence.

His genocide run was complete. Nobody left to kill.

There was nothing left for him in this world.

His scarf hit the ground with a pitiful flopping sound.

The knife clattered to the ground next to it.

The birds had stopped singing.

There was no sound at all.

Everything was still.

Everything was dead…