Similar to last time, this one is inspired by my Remembrance AU, but this time with a twist. The twist being: Underfell.

What happens when UF Papyrus remembers resets...

Warnings: Implied self-harm, consensual bone breaking, UF Papyrus is not a happy munchkin...


"You haven't slept for days, have you?"

Papyrus isn't sure how Flowey can tell. As far as he knows, skeleton biology doesn't allow for outward signs of fatigue.

Then again, flower biology doesn't usually allow for them to be sentient either, and here they are.

"I don't want to sleep," he grumbles, drags a hand down his face, feeling the sharp edge of a scar against his fingertips. Digs them in, hard.

"Don't." Flowey wraps a vine around his wrist and pulls it down. He doesn't like seeing Papyrus hurt himself.

The skeleton wrenches back a bit for show, but relents after a few seconds. They both know it doesn't work like that.

"You should sleep," Flowey chides him softly, voice tiny like it's comforting a child.

Papyrus shakes his head stubbornly. "I can't- I need to-" Saying it out loud doesn't work. Emotions never come easy for him. Luckily, his best friend doesn't need words to understand him.

Understand that he can't sleep. Needs to stay awake. Cherish every moment.

Here, he can touch his brother, without him flinching. Here, he can tell Sans that he cares. Here, he can breathe and live and-

And any moment they'll be forced back. Back to where Sans look at him with weary eyes full of fear. Where he has to pretend to hate.

Where he has to kill or be killed.

"Hurt me!" he demands.

"Papyrus-" The tone has an edge of warning. Because Flowey doesn't like when they do this. But knows he can't refuse him either.

"Now!" He tugs harder then, trying to slip his hand from the flower's grasp. "Or I'll fucking do it myself!"

The vine tightens out of reflex, eyes full of pity regarding him. "Show me."

So he does. Shows the tears across his spine. The unaligned vertebrae that grind with every move.

Shows the cuts along his ulna. The shattered phalanges. The small crack at the base of his skull, just above the cervical curve.

Flowey takes it in without a sound. Just looks at the various ways in which Papyrus destroys himself. Or allows himself to be destroyed.

After a few moments, he hums, carefully prodding at a crack in his sternum. "You really made a mess of yourself this time, huh."

"It doesn't matter. They'll disappear," Papyrus answers. He can't remember the last time he cared about himself.

He sticks out his arm again, braces a fist against the ground. "Break it."

Flowey hesitates but knows there is no use refusing. Papyrus will break it himself if he won't. And at least he makes it a clean, fast snap.

He does it quickly, the sound dying away barely before it started. And Papyrus doesn't make a noise either. His pain tolerance is way above such things.

But he grinds his teeth and forces his eyes shut, welcoming the pain that drowns out all else.

For a moment, he doesn't have to think about how much better the world is in this timeline. And how it won't stay that way for long.

For a moment, there is only the feeling of splintered bone and dripping marrow.

When the pain ebbs away enough so he can actually hear again, head still swimming from the overwhelming sensation, Flowey is right there.

"Will you sleep now...?" There is a pleading notion to his voice that should make Papyrus mad. But he hasn't the energy. "Please?"

He heaves in and out slowly, concentrates on the waves of hurt rolling up his arm and the sluggish pulsing of his soul.

"I'll sleep."

And he does.


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