Prompt: Papyrus and 'Frisk'. Soulless pacifist run.

Based on the Message To Bears song of the same name.


I was calling,

For the last time.

We had been here before.


His hands don't shake anymore. They stopped eons ago, but the shadow lingers. And when he looks at them, they smile like this is the first time.

Every time.

The sun is going down, paints the sky in blood and fire, and stray pieces of cotton candy but nothing can erase what they left behind them.

Or the echoing sobs of a lost child, once prince but now forgotten.

His future will be built on their dust, nothing will ever change that.


They found pictures in the snow.

I could tell your eyes,

Looked beneath the blue.


They shift and they change, motionless yet somehow too fast to catch with the naked eye and they possess a power unfathomable. Something that makes them more dangerous to their world than their ancestors.

They confide with monsters.

His brother told him, pointed out the risks. He already knew.

Then they went together, but nothing changed.

Not even the snow got any colder.


I woke underneath the trees,

For the first time.


They lay their promise by his feet, wrapped in twine and golden petals, untrustworthy like their eyes.

He can do nothing but accept their assurance.

They are not the one he wants any gifts from.


I was calling for the last time.


They mean nothing to him, he whispers harshly, and he knows who they truly are, bones caught in their hair and they laugh like he is telling a joke.

Like he is a game to them.

They pull closer, try to taint him, and then promise again. Again and again and again.


For the first time,

we have been here before.


If it's not them, he doesn't want to believe.

"I'll never be them," they say, razor-sharp.

He agrees.


You are a memory


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