Aside from Ginny, and any other unrecognizable characters, I don't own Undertale; it all belongs to Toby Fox.
As soon as she saw her reflection was back to normal, and now mirroring her terrified expression, Ginny turned around and hurried away from the river. Their words echoed in her head over and over; or were they repeating them just to further mess with her? Could she even trust her thoughts anymore, if she couldn't tell whether they were her own or not? Yes, she could differentiate her own voice from the child's.
But how much power did they have over her mind? They could already take control of her limbs, as well as her whole body. What if they were able to imitate her voice to driver her further into insanity? Was she already insane? Wasn't it said that if someone could recognize that they were insane, they were indeed insane? Or did they not know they were crazy?
As she rubbed at her temples, groaning at the incoming headache, her foot hit something partially-buried in the snow. When she crouched down and brushed the snow aside, she found a worn leather glove; it was pink in color, with a few dulled, brown spots mottled all over it. She couldn't find its twin, and didn't want to go searching for it. She didn't fancy growing colder. So, she pulled it onto her dominant hand. It was freezing cold from being buried in the snow, but she knew it would warm up eventually; she had old leather gloves in the past, before she either lost them or someone stole them.
As she walked on, she spotted Sans and Papyrus on the path in front of her, speaking. She stopped, and managed to overhear Papyrus wishing to look his Sunday Best, or Tuesday Pretty-Good, for when she arrived. And Sans reminding him he only had one outfit. Eventually, he suggested, while pointing in Ginny's direction, "say, why don't you look over there?"
Papyrus's head whipped to the side, and his eyes widened when he saw her. He turned to Sans, who looked in her direction at the same time, winking at her. He looked back at Papyrus, who was looking at her again. They did this back-and-forth for several more seconds, going at it faster and faster, until they eventually started spinning completely around in the snow. Ginny didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or stare in utter confusion.
"SANS! OH MY GOD!" Papyrus exclaimed excitedly, only to then groan, "I'M DIZZY. WHAT AM I LOOKING AT?"
"behold." Sans gestured at Ginny with a flourish.
"OH MY GOD!... WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME TO LOOK AT A ROCK?"
Ginny barely managed to hold in a snort. When she looked over her shoulder, there was indeed a rock sitting behind her. Either Papyrus was messing around, or he legitimately didn't know she was there. Did he need glasses?
Either way, Sans remained patient with him. "hey, what's that in front of the rock?"
Papyrus looked closer before finally spotting her. "OH MY GOD!" he shouted, before continuing just as happily, "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT IS."
"well, it's not a rock."
"NOT A ROCK...?" Now he sounded legitimately confused, before realizing, "OH NO! BY PROCESS OF ELIMINATION, THAT MEANS IT'S A HUMAN!"
Even though she felt nervous about being identified as a human, Ginny couldn't help but think to herself, Finally!
Papryus cleared his throat and dusted off his chest, even though it was immaculately clean, "AHEM. HUMAN! PREPARE YOURSELF, FOR HIGH JINKS! FOR LOW JINKS! DANGERS AND PUZZLES; CAPERS AND JAPERS! BEING CAPTURED, AND OTHER SORTS OF FUN ACTIVITIES! REFRESHMENTS WILL BE PROVIDED... IF YOU DARE!" He waggled his fingers spookily before turning around and running off, cackling.
"... and you don't even bat an eye, huh?" Sans sighed, shaking his head as if disappointed, before turning around and following his brother.
"I'm sorry," Ginny whimpered. She was truly baffled by the display, and hadn't meant to disappoint him. She blinked and gasped, realizing the weight of his previous statement, where he accused her of pretending to be a human.
He knew. He knew something was wrong with her. But how did he know? For that matter, if he thought she wasn't human, what did he think was going on? Did he somehow know what she had done?
She was still covered in monster dust, so she had a feeling he did. And she found herself nervous about what he would do, even though he hadn't been outright intimidating... yet.
As she walked on, she ran into a monster that looked like a periwinkle-colored duck with a dragon's face. As they tried to tell a joke or pun, she blinked; they were gone, replaced with a pile of dust.
Something long and red fell into her vision. She jumped back with a scream, but realized it was her faded ribbon, now shredded and barely held in her hair. She pulled the pieces out, finding it had been sliced into three odd-sized pieces.
Getting an idea, she reached into her front pocket and took out her stick. Before she had arrived at Toriel's house, she realized it had broken in half. At the time, she had no idea how that had happened. Obviously, she knew by now.
She tied all three pieces of the faded ribbon around the pieces of the stick, and buried the bundle in snow off the side of the path.
After passing by a sentry station made of cardboard—she didn't stop to read the sign on the front, but what little she saw of it reminded her of Papryus—she found another sentry station, only this one was made of wood, was larger in size, and had a small dog's face on the front peak of the roof. She froze when she saw something rising up from inside it.
It was a black and white frowning dog, wearing a pink muscle shirt with a red dog face on the front, and had a bone-shaped biscuit in the corner of his mouth, like it was a cigar. "Did something move? Was it my imagination?" he asked frantically, looking around. He came out from behind the sentry, revealing that he was wearing tan leopard-print pants. Clutched in each paw was a short sword. As he looked around more, he began shivering. "Who... who's there?" he called out, sounding like he was growing scared.
Ginny blinked. He was gone, with a pile of dust remaining.
She walked on, bypassing a large field of ice, and found a snowman sitting by a riverbank. "Hello," he greeted cheerfully. "I am a snowman; I cannot move. Traveler, if you could..." He trailed off as Ginny reached out and took a large piece of his body with both hands.
The only thing was she wasn't doing this on purpose, or even by accident. Her arms were moving on their own accord, though she knew better by now.
Her arms put the snowman piece, which was the size of a baseball, in one of her side pockets. Her hands reached out and dug her fingers into the snowman again. "Oh me, oh my. What are you doing?" they asked, now with a small frown. They didn't sound angry, just confused, and a little bit scared. "Soon there won't be any of me left..."
Her hands shoved the snowman piece in the same pocket, and reached out again. Now the snowman was a misshapen pile of snow, with barely anything resembling a face. "Stop... please..." he begged weakly.
Her hands now held one more snowman piece, making for three in her pocket. She could barely feel the coldness, whether it was because of the layers of shirt and overalls, or the snowman simply didn't feel as cold as over-world snow. She barely felt the cold when her hands were digging into the poor snowman, though she wasn't sure if it had anything to do with her possessed hands obliterating him. "Why did you make me do that?" she protested out loud.
You want to keep eating, right? The child's voice asked, still sounding like it was coming from inside of her head.
Ginny felt sick to her stomach at the thought of eating pieces of the snowman, who had been speaking to her, and begging for her to stop, not too long ago. She simply walked away from what was now a pile of snow and a carrot by the riverbank.
After briefly slipping on the ice field, she found the brothers again. "YOU'RE SO LAZY!" Papyrus was scolding his brother. "YOU WERE NAPPING ALL NIGHT!"
"i think that's called... sleeping." Sans grinned cheekily.
"EXCUSES, EXCUSES!" Papyrus shook his head, but grinned widely once he saw Ginny. "OH-HO! THE HUMAN ARRIVES! IN ORDER TO STOP YOU, MY BROTHER AND I HAVE CREATED SOME PUZZLES! I THINK YOU WILL FIND THIS ONE... QUITE SHOCKING!" he declared proudly.
Ginny's eyes widened when she felt her legs moving on their own accord. They were walking her closer to the brothers. But when she tried to cry out, whether to stop or for help, she couldn't say anything. She couldn't even open her mouth.
Sans and Papyrus both stared at her as she stopped in front of them. He tried to continue with his explanation, but trailed off nervously. He rubbed the back of his head, and finally decided, "HMMM... YOU MUST BE HAVING CULTURE SHOCK. YOU SEE, WHERE I COME FROM, IT'S A LOVING TRADITION TO SUFFER THROUGH HORRIBLE PUZZLES FOR NO REASON."
As he politely asked her to walk back to where she previously was, her legs walked even closer to them, making him stammer again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sans looking at her, but she couldn't determine his emotions. He simply stood beside his brother, hands in his pockets.
Papyrus sighed as he wiped sweat off of his head. "WHY COULDN'T WE GET A HUMAN THAT LIKES PUZZLES?" he grumbled, and walked away.
Once she was in control of her body again, she glanced nervously at Sans. "it would make my brother happy if you played along," he remarked. His smile looked cheerful enough, but she didn't know if he was putting on a front, or if he had a really good poker face.
She walked across another small bridge, and saw the plateau branched off two ways. The way on her left, she could see ended shortly, and had two more sentry stations. When she went down the right-side path, she found Sans and Papyrus again. This time, there was a piece of paper laying on the ground in front of them.
"HUMAN!" Papyrus greeted. "I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR..." He trailed off once he fully saw the paper, and glared at Sans. "SANS! WHERE'S THE PUZZLE?"
"it's right there, on the ground. trust me, there's no way they'll skip this one," he assured Papyrus.
No sooner did he say that, Ginny's legs took her past the paper. She tried to open her mouth to tell the child to stop, but she couldn't. For all she knew, there wasn't even any indication she was trying to open her mouth but couldn't. So, no one realized she needed help.
"SANS! THAT DID NOTHING!" Papyrus protested.
"whoops." Sans grinned. "knew i should have put down junior jumble instead."
"WHAT? JUNIOR JUMBLE?" This time, though, Papryus was grinning through his shouts. "FINALLY! SOMETHING WE CAN BOTH AGREE ON!" He turned around and jogged away, with a happy skip in his step this time, despite the puzzle not working.
"guess you don't like word searches, huh?" Sans shrugged. Then, he winked and remarked, "me neither. i'm more of a funny pages kinda guy." He let out a few chuckles, but trailed off awkwardly when Ginny didn't respond in any way. He shrugged again, and followed Papyrus once again.
She too walked on, and found a table with a plate of spaghetti, and a note; though she couldn't read said note, she did notice that the meal was completely frozen to the plate, and the plate to the table. "I'd have liked to have his spaghetti," she lamented, remembering when Papyrus had made her his dish the day after meeting her. Everyone, save for he, seemed surprised she liked it. Despite the blended sauce and overdone noodles, it was really good. In hindsight, it might have had something to do with her not having spaghetti in a long time, but she didn't care; plus, it made Papyrus really happy.
If you're hungry, you can have the snowman pieces, the child suggested, though she could almost hear the smirk in their voice. I heard they really fill you up.
But when she thought about eating pieces of the snowman, who begged her not to take any more of her, she nearly lost her appetite. Some might liken it to eating the meat of animals, but she didn't think it was really the same. The difference was animals weren't as aware as humans, meaning they didn't know that they were being raised to become food; they lived their lives by eating, sleeping, and playing.
But that snowman was very aware.
Instead of taking out the snowman pieces, Ginny fished in her pockets until she found the four pieces of monster candy she had taken from the Ruins. When she unwrapped them, they looked like small jawbreakers, but were chewable. The flavor was indiscernible, but was very much non-licorice. Even though they were all the size of marbles, they took the edge off of her hunger.
The next time she found Sans and Papyrus, there was a large grid on the ground, with all kinds of shades of gray; next to the brothers was a large rectangle, with several buttons and switches.
"HEY! IT'S THE HUMAN!" Papyrus sounded delighted, even with her 'refusal' to play along. "YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS PUZZLE! IT WAS MADE BY THE GREAT..."
As he was attempting to explain the puzzle, Ginny's legs were already walking her across the grid. "... ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Papyrus grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He turned to Sans and asked him for help. "THEY KEEP WALKING THROUGH MY PUZZLES! THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO LET ME EXPLAIN THEM, THEN THREATEN AND BAFFLE THEM WITH DANGEROUS JAPES."
"well, maybe they don't like japes," Sans suggested.
"EVERYONE LIKES JAPES!"
"what about undyne? doesn't she hate puzzles?"
"SHE HATES PUZZLES. BUT SHE LOVES JAPES!" Papyrus explained.
"that makes sense." Sans nodded.
"HUMAN! WHAT DO YOU THINK? PUZZLES OR JAPES?"
Both brothers looked her way expectantly. But Ginny still couldn't say anything. She couldn't even shrug as a half-answer.
Looking more and more frustrated, Papyrus finally explained, "OKAY, THIS IS NORMALLY THE PART WHERE YOU EITHER AGREE OR DISAGREE. AND DEPENDING ON YOUR ANSWER, WE SAY SOMETHING GREAT IN RESPONSE!"
But when she still said nothing, he sighed and left another piece of paper on the ground, telling her to try it instead, before leaving. This time, he was walking at a slow, normal pace. Somehow, this broke Ginny's heart.
"hey," Sans said, "puzzles might be fun if you tried them." He followed after his brother without another word.
"I want to," Ginny said softly. She hated not being able to play along. It reminded her of when she and Frisk lived together in the orphanage. The children would play with them, but they still weren't very popular because they were mostly mute. So, she was usually the one they went to for games and puzzles. And whenever they played pretend, she was always happy to play along.
Did Frisk go along with Papyrus's puzzles when they fell into the Underground? They must have; it would have been in their nature.
After glancing at the paper—the handwriting was so scratchy, she couldn't read it at all—she walked onward. Between when she first ran into the brothers and now, she had seen various puzzles, but they were all either inactivate, or were already solved; the switches were even held down by thorny vines. She wondered offhandedly if Flowey had anything to do with it. She thought she could see him out of the corner of her eye once in a great while.
The forest was quiet now, with only the crunch of her footprints in her ears. She had ran into a few monsters, most of which were dog-themed, but she didn't see them for long before she blinked and they disappeared, with only their dust remaining. Her tough glove was becoming dustier, so she knew that was the weapon of choice. Before, she could hear the tiny crunches of footsteps, or even little yips off in the distance. And every now and then, someone was brave enough to come out.
But nobody came.
Soon, she found a long bridge, that seemed to defy gravity. The other bridges had been small enough for her to easily cross. But somehow, this one made her extremely nervous. She didn't know why, as she couldn't remember being afraid of bridges or heights.
Regardless, she made herself walk onto the bridge. It was the only way forward, so she would have to buck it up, and be careful.
At the end of the bridge stood Sans and Papyrus. Papyrus was just in front of the bridge, and Sans stood off to the side. "HUMAN! THIS IS YOUR FINAL AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE! BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!" He spread his arms out, with his cape billowing behind him, despite there being no wind.
From out of nowhere, various weapons surrounded Ginny: a spiked ball, two spears, an oil drum with fire, a cannon, and a small white dog hanging by a rope tied around its waist.
"WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE! CANNONS WILL FIRE, SPIKES WILL SWING, AND BLADES WILL SLICE! EACH PART WILL SWING VIOLENTLY UP AND DOWN! ONLY THE TINIEST CHANCE OF VICTORY WILL REMAIN! ARE YOU READY? BECAUSE I... AM...ABOUT... TO DO IT!"
But he said nothing more, and nothing happened. Her eyes darted between the two brothers, preparing herself in case she had to move, whether it was ducking or darting forward.
Sans seemed a bit perplexed as well. "well? what's the holdup?"
"HOLDUP? WHAT HOLDUP?" Papyrus scoffed. "I'M... I'M ABOUT TO ACTIVATE IT NOW!"
Still nothing. "... that, uh, doesn't look very activated ," Sans remarked.
"W-WELL..." Papyrus's face fell. "THEY'RE PROBABLY GOING TO WALK THROUGH IT," he sighed. "AND IT WON'T BE ANY FUN AT ALL."
"hmmm... so this human thing was a bust, huh?"
"WELL, I MEAN, I'M EXCITED TO CAPTURE THEM, SO I'LL BECOME A FAMOUS ROYAL GUARDSMAN! BUT ALL THE TIME I PUT INTO THOSE PUZZLES... IT'S KIND OF LIKE THROWING A BIRTHDAY PARTY..."
"without traps or fire?" Sans finished with a soft smile.
"EXACTLY! IT'S POINTLESS!" Papyrus declared, slamming his fist into his open palm. He sighed again, his shoulders slumping. "MAYBE YOU WERE RIGHT TO BE LAZY ABOUT PUZZLES."
It broke Ginny's heart to see Papyrus so dejected, especially when he said he put so much time and effort into his puzzles. She really wanted to do them, and was even a tiny bit willing to go through his gauntlet. But she just couldn't move her body. She couldn't even say she was sorry.
"me? right about something?" Sans snorted. "really?"
Papyrus's face brightened, as if realizing something. "YEAH! WHAT AM I SAYING? YOU'RE STILL COMPLETELY WRONG!" he said gleefully, pointing at Sans. "I JUST HAVE THE WRONG AUDIENCE! THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH FUN UNDYNE WOULD HAVE HERE! FLAMES, VIOLENCE; IT'S RIGHT UP HER ALLEY!" He turned to Ginny and continued, "SO, I WON'T WASTE THIS PUZZLE ON YOU. I JUST HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE FRIEND I ALREADY HAVE!" He waved his arms again, and the weapons disappeared back from where they came.
He sighed softly, but said brightly, "A VALUABLE LIFE LESSON!" He laughed to himself before turning around and leaving.
Once he was gone, Ginny found herself able to move again. Though Papyrus didn't seem to harbor any hard feelings, and was polite even when declaring he wasn't wasting his last puzzle on her, she still felt horrible. It made her heart ache, in fact.
"hmmm..." Sans hummed, startling her. She nearly forgot he was there, he was so quiet. "guess we didn't need your help to have a good time after all." He winked.
She shrugged with an uneasy smile. As she turned to leave, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "say, i've been thinking," he continued. "seems like you're gonna fight my brother pretty soon."
What? Fight? Who said anything about a fight?
"here's some friendly advice:" He closed his eyes briefly. "if you keep going the way you are now..." His eyes popped open again.
But the glowing dots were gone, leaving his eye sockets black and hollow. The grin still spreading from cheek-to-cheek made a very creepy face. A shudder went through her body as he continued, his grip on her shoulder tightening, "you're gonna have a bad time." His voice was harder, and with no emotion.
It was the most serious she ever saw him be, and it scared her.
When she blinked, he was gone, like he had teleported away. Her shoulder where his hand was felt cold, like his fingers had been ice. But there was no dust pile where he stood before; just footprints in the snow.
She looked around, almost expecting Sans to pop out again to give more cryptic warnings. But the idea that he could be hiding scared her more than him appearing. So, she turned and ran away from the bridge, glancing around as she went.
Before long, she found herself at the entrance to a little village. There was a huge banner, saying 'Welcome to Snowdin'. There was a shop and inn by the sign, a diner further down, a library with a misspelled sign, and houses scattered about.
But the town was empty. Completely empty. And there were footprints in the snow, looking like the inhabitants were hurriedly running away. Were they evacuating because they knew she was coming? Because they had heard of how she was killing monsters with no mercy? She didn't want to think about it.
She pushed at the shop's door, nearly falling over when it swung open easily. The inside of the shop had a distinct orange theme. Like the town, it was empty. There was a note resting on the counter, simply begging for their family not to be hurt. It made her heart drop, realizing the town did indeed evacuate because she had been killing monsters.
After glancing around, simply out of habit, she walked behind the counter to look at the wares. There were blue double ice-pops, buns shaped like crouching rabbits, and an orange bandanna with abs drawn on it; the labels identified them as Bisicles, Cinnamon Buns, and a Manly Bandanna respectively.
She took a Bisicle and Cinnamon Bun, and stuffed them both into one of her pockets. Then, she took the bandanna and tied it around her head. She tapped a few buttons on the register until it popped open, and took out all the gold that was in there, amounting to 758G.
Stealing is wrong, the child scolded her. That's one of the reasons I'm punishing you in the first place.
"Sometimes we have to do things that are wrong to survive," Ginny replied. "Especially when we're in dire situations." But after pausing, she counted out how much the items would have cost her, which turned out to be 90G, and laid it on the counter before leaving.
Feeling sleepy, she went into the next-door inn. At first, it seemed like the only inhabitant was a tiny bunny behind the counter. But upon inspecting it, it was a decoy. There was a couch by the door, and an open book on the counter. She climbed up the stairs next to the counter, and went into the first room she found. It was a modest room, with only a bedroom and coffee table. But as soon as she laid down, she fell asleep.
*Her sins were making themselves known to her again. She saw herself killing the monsters she encountered before: the duck/dragon hybrid, the dog with the two swords, a small dog wearing medieval armor, a married dog couple in matching armor, a huge armored-dog, another duck/dragon hybrid, who was wearing sunglasses; a tiny snowman-looking monster with a huge ice cap for a hat, a reindeer with junk decorating its antlers, and a monster shaped like a flying saucer, who no one seemed to like.
She was punching everyone with the tough glove, obliterating them to dust within two or three hits. They squeaked and groaned in protest before falling to dust. The gray particles stood out in the snow, and filled in the empty tracks.
But there was something else. Two black eyes staring at her, from off in the distance. And a wide grin under them. No matter where she went, that face was watching her. Judging her. Waiting for the opportunity to stop her.*
Her eyes popped open with a gasp. She tried to get up, but got her feet tangled in the blanket. This made her panic more, and she fell out of the bed with a grunt. She kicked away the blanket, pushed herself to her feet, and ran out of the inn as fast as she could, as if the eyes in her nightmare were after her.
She stopped by a tree decorated like Christmas to catch her breath. There were presents under the tree, waiting to be opened. It reminded her of past Christmases, where she and Frisk would get a single minuscule item each for the holiday. Everyone at the orphanage did, but there were kids who never experienced Christmas before, and so didn't know what they were truly missing.
Sighing softly, Ginny took out her Bisicle and snapped it in half. She put one of the halves back in her pocket—she wondered, with a chuckle, if it was now called a Unisicle, to go along with the theme—and nibbled at it as she walked through the town. She passed a diner called Grillby's, a pathway leading to the river, the misspelled library, and a house that reminded her of Sans and Papyrus's on the surface.
As she left town, it began to snow. She could hardly see in front of her. But what she could see before her was someone's silhouette. They were tall, were made of round shapes, and had thin limbs.
She froze when she realized it was Papyrus. Sans's words echoed in her head, "seems like you're gonna fight my brother pretty soon." And she remembered his warning for if she continued doing what 'she' was doing.
"HALT, HUMAN!" Papyrus called out, briefly holding up a hand.
But her legs didn't stop moving. She felt her body go cold, realizing she was losing control again. No! Please stop! she begged.
"HEY, QUIT MOVING WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Papyrus scolded her. "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE SOME THINGS TO SAY. FIRST: YOU'RE A FREAKING WEIRDO! NOT ONLY DO YOU NOT LIKE PUZZLES, BUT THE WAY YOUR HANDS ARE ALWAYS COVERED IN THAT DUSTY POWDER. IT FEELS..."
Her heart fluttered nervously. Did he know what the 'dusty powder' was?
But he continued, "LIKE YOUR LIFE IS GOING DOWN A DANGEROUS PATH. HOWEVER!" He held up a finger. "I, PAPYRUS, SEE GREAT POTENTIAL WITHIN YOU! EVERYONE CAN BE A GREAT PERSON IF THEY TRY! AND ME, I HARDLY HAVE TO TRY AT ALL!" he chuckled.
If she had control of her body, Ginny knew she would cry. Papyrus was so wholesome and kind, to see potential in a horrible person like herself. He was too pure for the world. She barely noticed her feet moving forward again.
"HEY, QUIT MOVING! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!" he exclaimed in exasperation. He cleared his throat and declared, "HUMAN! I THINK YOU ARE IN NEED OF GUIDANCE! SOMEONE NEEDS TO KEEP YOU ON THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW! BUT WORRY NOT! I, PAPRYUS, WILL GLADLY BE YOUR FRIEND AND TUTOR! I WILL TURN YOUR LIFE RIGHT AROUND!"
Her feet were moving again. A feeling of tread was beginning to fill her entire being. Please, not Papyrus! Please!
"I SEE YOU ARE APPROACHING. ARE YOU OFFERING A HUG OF ACCEPTANCE? WOWIE!" His eyes lit up. "MY LESSONS ARE ALREADY WORKING! I, PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!"
Papyrus, run! Ginny tried to cry out as she walked closer to Papyrus, who was spreading his arms out for what he perceived to be a hug. But nothing came out of her mouth, except muffled speech; her lips remained tightly shut. Her fist clenched in its tough glove, and her arm drew back. No, please! Mercy! Her fist shot forward, aiming straight for Papyrus's head.