"Get away from me. Both of you."

"Flowey, please, we're trying to help you!"

"yeah, buddy. if what the kid says is true, it's not your fault that you're…"

"Evil? Yeah, no, it is my fault. You aren't trying to help me! You're trying to help ASRIEL. I am not Asriel Dreemur! I am Flowey the Flower. You want to SAVE Asriel, right? Well you're not. You're killing me. I'm gonna tell you one more time- get. Out."

"don't make it like that, flowery trashbags. you want to make threats, you're gonna have a bad-"

"No, Sans. This isn't going to turn into a fight. We'll find another way to SAVE Asriel. Flowey obviously isn't going to cooperate."

"See? The kid has the right idea. Get the hell out."

"fine. whatever. but remember, flowey. if this kid hadn't been here…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'd have a bad time, I'd be boned, you'd have a bone to pick, whatever. I guess I'll see you later. But you remember, Sans. I'm not the weakling you think I am. You went down as easy as anyone else at Asgore's palace."

"riiiiight. ok, whatever. let's go, kid."

"Ok, Sans, sure. Flowey, no mater what you say, I'm still going to try to SAVE you."

"Go. Ahead. And. Try."

"don't act like that, little buddy. you know the kid is serious, and you know they want the best for you. and you also know that you fighting them would be like an ant fighting the sun."

"I know that. And I hate it! But there's nothing I can do about that. For now."

"right. keep on dreamin' buddy. it worked for the kid."

Flowey just growled and popped into the ground.

Sans followed Frisk, who had walked off a few seconds earlier.

"you ok, kid?"

"Yeah. I just wish you wouldn't have been so aggressive with Flowey. He may be our enemy, but we're trying to change that. Please, Sans, just try to ignore the fact that he's a cardinal asshole and just give him a chance."

"last i checked, i wasn't the one issuing death threats."

"You did tell him he was going to have a bad time. Coming from you, that's a hell of a death threat."

"true enough."

The two of them walked wordlessly for a while, lost in thought before they were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice.

"SAAAAANS! ARE YOU THERE, SANS! SAAAANS! COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

"hey, pap! we're over here, bro!"

"AH, SANS, FRISK, WODERFUL! I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER FIND YOU!"

"yellin' like that, we could have heard you on the surface. what's up?"

"WELL, TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT, I THINK I FOUND THE… OTHER HUMAN."

"Let's go. Now."

"of course, where is it, Pap."

"BACK IN SNOWDIN, DEEP IN THE FORESTS. NEAR THAT CAVE WE USED TO HANG OUT AT."

"great. i know a shortcut."

"Of course you do."

In less than thirty seconds, the trio had found themselves exiting a long line of trees to enter a small sheltered valley, at the center of which was a cave. It was surprisingly warm in the area, given Snowdin's perpetual cold weather, but that was aside from the point.

"by the way, bro, how did you find out about this place?"

"THEY… TOLD ME."

"What!?"

Sans' eyes had suddenly went black as he desperately tried to dodge. But he failed. In an instant, Genocide Frisk leapt out of the tree line behind them, brandishing their knife, and before Sans could dodge, he was badly injured in the back.

"whoah. wish you'd told me that sooner, bro."

And with those as his last words, Sans faded to dust.

Frisk and Papyrus screamed out their horror simultaneously.

"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAANS!"

"You guys really don't get it, do you? You can't win. I've killed all of you a thousand times. And right now, Frisk- I have the advantage."

"Y-you… I'll… I'll make you pay for what you did to Sans! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY!"

Pacifist Frisk charged Genocide Frisk, knife drawn, and brought down a blow that would have split Genocide Frisk down the middle a thousand times over, had it landed. But it didn't land, because, in their rage, the Pacifist Frisk failed to hit the calm and rapidly dodging Genocide Frisk. And they fell right into their knife.

"Y-you… how did you…"

"You're strong, Frisk. You're DETERMINATION makes you a hell of a lot stronger than me. But you're naive. And you can't fight. I can. I have more fighting experience in one finger than you have in your whole weakling body. And remember, Frisk. No RESETs."

As the Pacifist Frisk stood there with Genocide Frisk's knife in their chest, tears streaming down their cheeks, and Sans' dust scattered across the entire area, Papyrus simply lay on his knees, too shocked to take action. In less than thirty seconds, Sans had died and Frisk had been mortally wounded.

And it was all, BECAUSE, OF THAT DAMN OTHER HUMAN!"

"YOU… YOU… I'LL… YOU… I… I. WILL. MAKE. YOU. PAY!"

Papyrus got shakily to his feet, his fists clenched.

"HUMAN… I… NO LONGER BELIEVE IN YOU."

"Oh, my. That's a new one."

"HANG IN THERE, FRISK. YOU CAN'T LOAD UNTIL THIS HUMAN IS DEAD? THEN LET ME SOLVE YOUR PROBLEM."

Papyrus' jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. His rage was so intense that it could literally be felt from several yards away. Energy seemed to be emanating from him with unbelievable force. Tears were streaming out of his right eye. And his left was nothing but a black void.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Papyrus screamed a wild, wordless battle cry, and the entire area was engulfed in an explosion.

When the dust cleared, Papyrus became visible once again. Clutched in his hand was a long bone, held like a blunt weapon. And from his left eye, blue flame surged like a miniature inferno, a little piece of hell inside his skull.

"NYEH. HEH. HEH. GOODBYE, HUMAN. WHEN FRISK LOADS, YOU WILL COME BACK, AND NEITHER OF US WILL REMEMBER THIS. BUT UNTIL THAT HAPPENS, I WILL ENJOY CRUSHING YOUR BONES. JUST HOLD ON, FRISK. JUST STAY ALIVE UNTIL I FINISH THEM."

Papyrus, Frisk, and Chara were all filled with DETERMINATION.