And we're back to Papyrus angst. I'm pretty predictable...

Prompt: "Do you mind not interrupting me when I'm trying to commit suicide?"

Warnings: Suicide mentions, Character Death


There's a funny thing about going in circles day after day. Something about always ending up on the exact same spot no matter how many times you go round and there's nothing new about it, nothing interesting.

Except this.

"Do you mind not interrupting me when I'm trying to commit suicide?" Papyrus asks, and it's a silly thing because how could Flowey not.

Is there ever a conceivable universe where he wouldn't be right here, right now? He doesn't think so.

It's only Papyrus who ever changes, and as novel as that is it's also very tiring and sometimes Flowey wishes he could stop caring.

"What are you doing, you idiot?" he says instead, not a question because he is long-suffering when it comes to his best friend, and as unexpected as this is, it's nothing new. Not truly. "You know it wouldn't matter."

"Obviously," Papyrus admits, sags his shoulders and the blade seems so harsh in the pale white snow. It's an interesting choice, that. "I'm just kind of... done with this one."

Flowey is done with this timeline too but you don't see him going all dramatic. He doesn't say so though.

"Why here then?" he asks, because it's not the usual place for Papyrus to die, it's somewhere secluded and quiet and alone, much more fitting. Perfect.

"I don't want Sans to-" And he stops, almost gags on the words and Flowey hates it.

Hates how even after all this, after everything, it's still always Sans that matters. It's always Sans that comes first.

Sans and whatever Papyrus will do not to hurt his brother. No matter how much he has been hurt in turn.

It isn't fair.

"Please don't stop me." It's a hushed demand, something fragile and there is no 'try to' in there. Papyrus knows Flowey could persuade him in a heartbeat.

They both know.

It aches something real, something deeper than having a soul, and just like Papyrus can't deny Sans anything, Flowey can't deny Papyrus.

He's weak.

"Fine then," he says, coldly. "See you on the other side."

Papyrus sags more, but his grip tightens and he smiles. Always smiling. "Thanks."

Flowey doesn't stay to watch.


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