Chapter Four: Papyrus
Frisk walked behind Sans' house, and into the doghouse.
She sat in there, shivering.
The cold was doing good for Frisk's burn though, and she was thankful for that.
She suddenly noticed that the dog house had a door that she could close.
She closed it.
Despite feeling slightly claustrophobic, she did feel better.
The doghouse became a few degrees warmer, but Frisk was still shivering.
She heard snow crunching, and tried to quiet her breathing as much as she could.
Frisk saw the door to the doghouse open.
Even colder air rushed in, and Frisk shivered more. She could see her breath in front of her. Frisk sighed in relief, however. The person who opened the door was Sans.
"So this is what you abandoned me for? To shiver in a doghouse? I gotta say, that's pretty COLD, Kitten," he said.
Frisk started to uncontrollably laugh.
Sans grinned.
"Well, you're probably going to die if you stay out here like this," Sans said.
Frisk crawled out of her dog house.
"What do you propose then?" she asked.
He shrugged.
Frisk sighed in frustration.
"Well, I guess I'm just gonna die then," Frisk said.
"Quit your bitching, Kitten. I'll figure something out," Sans told Frisk.
Frisk rolled her eyes, unbelieving of Sans' abilities.
"I'm going to go explore," she said, walking towards a snowy bridge.
"I wouldn't if I were you," he warned.
"I'll be fine," Frisk told him, waving her hand.
Maybe she could find somewhere warmer, or just anywhere away from these crazies.
Frisk walked onto the snowy bridge.
A sudden blizzard hit her in the face, but she continued walking.
She suddenly saw somebody in the distance.
It was a tall figure wearing a black spiky shirt, black pants, and red gloves and boots.
Frisk kept walking.
"Stop right there, human," the figure said.
Frisk held still.
The fog cleared a little.
The figure walked towards Frisk, stopping a few feet away.
It was… another skeleton.
"Is this entire fucking Underground populated by skeletons!?" Frisk yelled.
"So you've met Sans… Lazy good-for-nothing arse. No matter. Let us fight," the skeleton said, lifting his gloved hand.
"W-wait! I don't want to fight you!" Frisk told him.
The skeleton rolled his eyes.
He adjusted his red scarf-cape.
"Well, then you'll just have to die," he said.
The skeleton lifted his hand, extending it towards Frisk, and summoned hundreds of bones in the air, all aiming at Frisk.
Frisk quickly dodged them, not getting hit by a single one.
"Impressive…" the skeleton commented.
He lifted Frisk into the air with some form of telekinesis.
"But still no match for The Great and Terrible Papyrus," he finished, slamming Frisk into the ground.
Frisk lost a little bit of HP, but not too much.
"Please! You don't have to do this!" Frisk yelled.
Papyrus summoned more bones, and threw them at Frisk.
She dodged them all.
"You wouldn't understand, human," Papyrus said.
Papyrus lifted Frisk into the air again, slamming her even harder into the ground.
She lost more HP, and it was now below the halfway mark
Frisk stood up, slightly struggling.
Her face was scratched, and her legs hurt.
She couldn't give up though. She had the DETERMINATION to speak some sense into Papyrus. She hadn't killed a single person yet, and did not want to start now.
"What a pest…" Papyrus murmured.
He summoned a bone cage around Frisk.
"The best way to catch a pest… is a trap!" he exclaimed, chuckling to himself.
Frisk took out her knife, and slashed one of the bones in the cage, causing it to be destroyed, and she escaped.
"So you finally start fighting back. Good. I like a little challenge," Papyrus smirked.
He sent a bone hurtling towards Frisk, sweeping her legs, and made her fall.
Frisk quickly looked up, just in time to see another bone a few feet from her face, making its way toward her.
She rolled out of the way.
Frisk stood up, slightly crouching, and she held her knife tightly.
"I don't want to do this! I won't hurt you!" she yelled.
Papyrus looked surprised for a moment, but then steeled himself. He glared at Frisk.
"Humans must be captured! I must take your soul, so our king, Asgore, can free us! Then we can wreak havoc on you humans, and make you pay!" he yelled, lifting Frisk into the sky.
Frisk was slammed, once more, into the snowy ground.
She felt… a burning.
A strong feeling that just wouldn't let her give up.
Frisk gritted her teeth, and sprinted towards the skeleton. He summoned bones out of the ground in front of him, which Frisk hurtled over.
Frisk was now standing directly in front of Papyrus, knife firmly clutched in her hand.
"Do it…" a voice whispered to her, "Kill this miserable whelp."
Frisk felt a cold chill down her spine.
Two eyes burned into the back of her skull.
Frisk dropped her knife, and fell to her knees.
"I… I can't…" she said.
Papyrus looked absolutely bewildered.
He then smirked, and lifted Frisk again.
"Everybody can be a good person! If they just… try…" Frisk desperately cried out as she was slammed into the ground.
Frisk went unconscious.
Frisk woke up in a torture room of sorts.
Shackles were on the wall, ball and chains sat in the corner, and extra chains for God-knows-what laid about.
Frisk, thankfully, was not tied to any of these things.
She was just in a cell with them.
Frisk looked around, noticing a plate of food, and a note.
She walked over to the note, and read it.
'I, The Great and Terrible Papyrus, have decided to spare your life, pathetic human.
Maybe you were right.
Maybe everybody can be a good person, if they just try.
IF YOU EVER TELL ANYBODY I SAID YOU WERE RIGHT I WILL GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT!
-Papyrus
P. S. Here's some of my spaghetti. Not that you deserve it.'
Frisk set down the note, kind of freaked out, and kind of happy.
She took a bite of the spaghetti.
It was, by far, one of the best things she'd ever eaten.
Frisk heard footsteps approaching.
She looked up.
It was Papyrus.
"Hello," Frisk greeted.
"Hello human… As the note says, I've taken what you've said into consideration. And I've decided, reluctantly, not to murder you. But if you cross me I will stab you in the fucking face and steal your soul faster than you can scream. Okay? You are going to sleep in here for the night, because my brother has informed me you've been sleeping in the damn dog house," Papyrus explained.
Frisk nodded, intimidated.
Papyrus turned around and walked away.
Frisk just sat there in her cell.
It was warmer than the doghouse, sure, but it was much scarier.
Some blood and dust was on the chains.
Frisk stayed far away from all of it, just staying near the bars, eating the spaghetti.
Once the spaghetti was gone, she put the plate to the side.
She looked at the note, and thought she could almost see something… through it.
Frisk flipped the note over.
"S'up, Kitten?
Papyrus caught you, eh?
Not saying I told you not to go over there…
But I did.
I was right.
I'll come by in the morning to unlock you from there.
-Sans
P. S. Don't touch anything in the torture room. It will hurt. And I can't have a dead employee, now can I?"
Frisk backed further away from the chains around the room.
She laid down on the floor, figuring she might as well sleep.
As she fell asleep, she wondered, "Is Flowey okay?"
Frisk hadn't seen Flowey since they left The Ruins.
He was too pure for this world, and she was certain he died.
Frisk sighed sadly, and fell asleep.