Cause we'll hold each other soon


Stories in the underworld, begin when someone falls.

But what started it? Was it you? Or are you simply a long list of people who have fallen, and are the only one who fell far enough to get back up.


You don't understand it. You don't get why they had stopped, what they had started.

You don't understand a lot about why they did things. You never did. You only begun to understand some things when it was far too late to fix.

Kill or be killed. You had convinced them. You had thought you were reminding them.

They had lived and died by that, in this life.

Until Papyrus. Until he had convinced them, until he had spared them.

Who would have thought they could be so weak, so easily swayed. Especially by such a forgettable skeleton.

You had thought, that they were moving closer to strike him down, like the rest. But they didn't. And for the life of you, you can not figure out why?

They killed the other boss monsters. But learned other ways around the everyday ones.

Had it simply gotten boring?

Perhaps.

Its not as though they ever explained. Although, often you felt in tune with their thought process regardless.

They are the only being still capable of surprising you. You would not have it any other way.

You know that they will come back.

They have determination, after all. And you have no doubts they will reset. You look forward to seeing them again.

After all, exploration should be encouraged.

This isn't over.

You best friend hasn't been down here for years, after all.

There are still so many things to do. Variables to explore.

And you will be with them the whole way.

After all, its your best friend.