Prompt: Empress Alphys, Sans.
You hate this part.
There's something about it, raw and painful, like you're ripping off pieces of your skin just to see what lays beneath it.
And they love you. And they adore you. And they herald you like the hero you aren't while you tear and tear and tear it off.
You're kind of surprised when you see him, though you're not sure why you would be. "I thought you were gone."
"Don't get me wrong," he says. "I'm only here because I'm too much of a coward to kill myself."
It's kind of the same for you so you understand.
"Just a little bit more..." you say, trying to convince yourself more than anything. You need this to be true, it has to. You don't want to consider the alternative. "It will be over soon."
Just hold on a little more.
