Papyrus having a Panic Attack for the whump prompts on tumblr
He can't really describe how it feels. It's not so much words, thoughts, anything sensible like that.
It just happens.
He doesn't want to be here
And there's this unrelenting dread, not very different from the usual, but sharper somehow. More real.
When it crawls up his spine, pokes at his bones like pinpricks, Papyrus wants more than anything to run.
He can't feel his legs, nor his arms or even his skull really. Or he does, but it's heavy, weighted down by something invisible, but debilitating as much as actual weight could ever hope to be.
It doesn't feel like his own head properly contains him anymore.
And he doesn't want to be here
They gaze at him carefully, empty, but they hesitate. Maybe they noticed his stare is unseeing, going straight through them. Vision swaying like the motions he's not sure he's making, but he must be, right?
It's all much too blurry to tell.
And he doesn't notice he's on his knees until the snow is seeping through his gloves, his bones, and even then he doesn't feel it as much as observe it happening as if to somebody else.
Just a scene unfolding on the pages of your favorite storybook, and goody! He sure wonders what will happen next!
But he really doesn't want to be here
They look unsure, their balance thrown by something that doesn't fit the usual narrative and Papyrus wants to laugh at the idea but he can't. He can't make a sound, throat refusing to work even in the slightest.
Besides maybe to scream.
The sound of something distant is making his head ache, makes him want to die, die, die, please, just go ahead already, but he doesn't know how or when anymore, so he squeezes his sockets shut instead.
Only knows he doesn't want to be here
And it's worse than dying. It hurts a lot more. It constricts around his soul and everything is ending, the entire world is ending, but he knows it isn't really, but it feels that way still-
He just really, really doesn't want to fucking be here
His reaction has confused them. Their face is set in something grim, maybe disappointed.
They pass him by.
Papyrus doesn't care anymore. He doesn't want to be here.
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