this hurts a lot

this really really hurts me, but I like the story and so does my friend so I'll continue writing it

for all of the people that are actually reading my stories thanks so much i love you allllll

enjoy depressed sans

This timeline was the worst torture anyone could ever go through, and it was horrible especially for me. I wanted to attack them, that kid, while they were going through their adventure, but I couldn't do it. Every time I wanted to walk up to them, start attacking them, my legs- no.. my whole body froze in fear and shock for whatever would actually happen if I walked up to them. Would they attack me like any of the normal monsters they've slain that got in their way? Or would they just ignore me, knowing that I would be something tough to beat?

My thoughts were absolutely scrambled while I was laying on the cold, unforgiving snow of my home town. Snowdin was abandoned, except for the Monster Kid, who was optimistic as ever. They only stood there, looking at the Christmas tree, doing nothing else, like their feet were nailed into the ground. I was absolutely envious of them. They were unknowing of the horrible things that were happening in this timeline, so they were just sitting there, awed at a few lights on a fake tree. I thought of yelling at them, telling them to evacuate just like all the other monsters did, but I only stayed where I was, my uncomfortable position in front of my home's front door.

What was the point of going through this, anymore? All of it was worthless to me, all of it didn't matter to me, because Papyrus was gone. Undyne was going to be gone, so was Alphys, Mettaton, Asgore, and all of the humans in the outside world. The humans could all die, in my opinion. They were the ones that stuck us all down here, because we were different than them. If anything, we were more human than the humans actually were. It made me feel pathetic, comparing myself to those people. I'm nothing like them, and I knew that.

So why compare myself to them, when other monsters can't compare themselves to them, because they're dead? It was nice to still be alive, since I knew how painful it was to die, but it still hurt, because I felt the pain of losing someone to death, to murder. I was going to lose even more people, if I didn't act. I didn't want to act. But, I knew, that if I didn't do something to try and protect my friends, if not the humans outside of the barrier, I would be as useless as being dead.

Forcing myself to get up, I limped to Papyrus's dust. I couldn't cry, again, because I was numb. Not from the cold, no, but the pain from loss. I knew that there was an empty look in my eyes, a look that, although I hated to think of it, could be compared to the kid that just murdered my brother. Empty. Emotionless. Unable to feel anymore, unable to look anywhere but forward.

I grabbed the only thing that was left behind, Pap's scarf, and grabbed what dust I could from the ground, and put it on the red scarf my brother loved so much. There wasn't that much dust left of him, since the kid just stepped over it, kicking Papyrus. It made me angry, and I started to cry again. I sobbed into the scarf, making the dust inside of it wet. I whispered Papyrus's name over, and over, and over, until my sadness finally subsided. I forced myself to tie the scarf into what made it look like a small bag, and I put it in my jacket pocket.

Having some of it out of my sight made me feel a little better. I would've called it a good luck charm, if it wasn't my brother's remains. But what could I have called it, if it didn't just remind me all the time about how my brother died? Of course, there was the choice that I could just leave the dust where he died, but I couldn't do that. It didn't feel right.

As I stumbled to Waterfall, I noticed that all of the other monsters were gone, too. I guess the commotion from Snowdin traveled really quickly. I just hope that all of the monsters could get out in time. All of the echo flowers were quiet, and it scared me. It terrified me that all of the flowers were so quiet. I wanted to say something, so they would have something to repeat, but I couldn't think of something to say, something that would actually help, or something in general. I could've just screamed, but that wasn't smart, either.

I walked in silence, my footsteps more quiet than I ever thought they'd be. Usually, the way I walked was just stumbling, but it was just a way for me to make people think that I was just clumsy, too lazy to actually pick up my feet. I could actually be more nimble. I mean, back when I was part of the Royal Scientist gang, I was all mature and a work-aholic. That was before Papyrus came along.

Damn.. just thinking about Papyrus, seeing his happy face, it felt like my soul was being ripped into tiny pieces, like a flower's petals being ripped off... Why did I think of that analogy? Maybe it's because I saw that yellow flower watching the kid.. For some reason, I wanted to go back to Snowdin, go to the bridge, just to see if the flower was still there, but a part of me knew that I wouldn't be seeing that flower anytime soon. If anything, that flower should be in the King's garden, not in some small town like Snowdin. It was yellow, just like all of the other ones, but.. it was still different.

Oh, well. I'll just leaf it alone.

... It was sad that I actually thought of a pun, in this setting. Papyrus died right in front of me, I even had his dust in my pocket, although I really didn't want to think about it, and there were more monsters that were going to die.. but I still made a pun about a flower? I guess the puns were becoming a habit of mine.. Hell, they've been a habit of mine. Awkward situations? Don't worry, my friends, or what's left of them, Sans here'll make a pun to lighten everyone's day! Arguments? Violence? Undyne throwing a spear into Papyrus's spaghetti?! My, my, look at the time, look at the horizon! Puns, puns everywhere! Spearghetti for everyone who's still alive, tonight! Stressful moments? Your brother being killed right in front of your face by a soulless kid who only looks right to the path of murder and bad times, nowhere else?! Well, folks, we sure do have ourselves in a Madjickal moment! A Sanstastic moment, if I do say so myself!

I'll be here all timeline, me. Seriously. I've just been talking to myself, in my mind, making puns while I've been walking through Waterfall, ignoring all of the piles of dust around me. What made me stop, though, was when I saw the kid encounter Shyren. I heard humming coming from in front of me, and I also saw the Monster Kid from Snowdin there, as well. How did they get here so quickly? I didn't even notice them, either. The humming took my attention back, Shyren was thinking that this kid was just another.. shy kid. She sang a tune, the kid sang another tune. There were only a few monsters that actually walked out to listen to them. My hood was up, and I was giving them all tickets made out of toilet paper. I could've laughed, though, when the kid made everyone scatter by kicking Shyren to death.

But, Shyren was almost like me. She lost her sister, because she had fallen down, and Doctor Alphys tried to experiment on them all to save them.. I knew the song and dance. Al's experiments didn't end too well. Although she was going through the right path, monster souls were too weak to persist after death, so they just turn into piles of dust. King Asgore's soul, though.. Heh. He keeps all of that power right in his sleevies. But, I had a feeling that even Asgore wouldn't be able to get through to this kid, or even beat them. Who was going to stop them once they get outside? Maybe they were strong enough to get a few people down, but they were just a kid.. Unless they absorbed.. all of the.. human souls..

Oh.. no. OH NO.

the majority of the typoes are just Undertale names and the puns I made in this story

pfft really fanfic

Oh well I'll just dealio

next chapter soon because my friend really likes this story, and it may be the last(?)