Guess who made this about the soulless pacifist route for no reason it's me
"I was going to kill myself last night." Papyrus says, calmly, as if he's just announcing he is about to pop out to the store real quick.
Frisk looks up at him. Their hands are steady, eerily steady these days.
'Why didn't you?' They want to know.
Papyrus wishes he could answer. But it's not nearly as simple as just doing something, not doing something, wishing he had done something-
It's never that simple, obviously.
"Maybe because it doesn't matter anymore." He says, and they look at him with gleaming eyes that are red if the light hits them just right. Eyes that are cold and distant at times.
Papyrus wishes he had even the slightest idea of what goes on in their mind anymore.
'Why doesn't it matter?' They continue. They don't need to know, they just want to hear him say it out loud.
"Because there's no more do-overs. You got what you want." He spits out. There's venom in his voice, something angry he doesn't recognize and regrets instantly.
Frisk picks at the petals of a flower, tears it apart and tosses it to the ground.
'I didn't want to hurt anyone.' They sign eventually.
"I know." Papyrus tells them. "But you did."
'I never intended to hurt anyone.' They reiterate, and he knows it's not Frisk this time. Not entirely. 'Like this-' They gesture at the world around them.
"It doesn't matter what we want, does it?" Papyrus asks. Frisk shakes their head. It doesn't.
'Do you think we can fix this?' Their head is turned down, shoulders heaving and Papyrus isn't sure who they are anymore.
"I don't think so."
'I feared as much.'
The air is cold and their breath comes out in white puffs, so Papyrus gives them his scarf.
"I wish Flowey was here." He says and they shake harder, choking on nothing. But their hands are stable still.
"I wish Asriel was here too."
At least they can agree on that much.
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