Papyrus walked into the throne room, clutching the knife tightly in his hand. He hummed a tune Sans had sang to him as a child. There were flowers all across the floor and walls of the room. Why the king had grown them, he didn't know, but he knew what he was going to do next. The king stood in the middle of the garden, his back turned to the entrance and appearing to be watering flowers. Papyrus never noticed before how tall the king was, but this did not matter to him. Papyrus took a step forward, and accidentally stepped on a twig. There was a loud crunch. The king jumped, and sighed.
"Just a moment! I just have to finish watering these flowers." Asgore said, and Papyrus stepped closer. Right when Asgore had finished, Papyrus was standing right behind them. "There we go! Now… how can I…" He started to say, but stopped when he looked at Papyrus. "Oh! I know you! You're one of the skeletons from Snowdin!" He gasped, putting a paw to his cheek. "You've grown up so much since I last came to visit!"
Papyrus just stared, and he summoned two blasters behind him. "Give me the human souls, or perish." He spat, the blasters charging up.
Asgore looked at him, confused at first, but he quickly understood. "Oh dear… don't be so hasty.. Let's settle this over a cup of tea-" He was cut off by a laser hitting him in the stomach.
"Human souls. Give them. Now." Papyrus growled, charging up another blast.
Asgore held his stomach, which was bleeding profusely. "B-but… why?" He coughed, blood coming out of his mouth.
Papyrus was at a loss for words at this point, and just blasted the king again. He remembered something he heard about Asgore, way back when he was in kindergarten. Asgore had a wife.
"Give them, or I will kill your wife." He spat, the blasters began to charge again. This time, Asgore's eyes widened.
"A-alright! Take them!" Asgore coughed, holding up a paw. He used his magic to make the SOUL containers rise from the ground. Papyrus noticed something behind him. A golden flower with a sickly smile .He quickly blasted Flowey and Asgore at the same time. They both were completely obliterated, not even a speck of dust remained. Papyrus grabbed all six SOULs, and began to do his work.
He noticed, however, there was one last SOUL he needed.
Frisk stood up, their wounds had finally healed. But.. something was wrong. The area around them was pitch black.. This was familiar. Had Flowey taken the SOULs again? They decided to try and access their save. It didn't work.
"...Human." A voice rang through the emptiness. "I'd appreciate it if you would give me your SOUL, now."
Frisk looked around, and saw Papyrus standing behind them. They shook their head. "Papyrus.. We were friends once… don't you remember?" They whispered, walking toward him.
Papyrus laughed.
"Friends? You killed my brother. You're the one who made me like this." He spat, putting a gloved hand to his face. Frisk shook their head.
"You're the one who decided to kill, Papyrus. It's alright. I've made the same mistake as you, many times over." They said, holding their hand out. "Please, reset."
Papyrus shook his head. "I have all the SOULs but one. I can make my perfect world. A world where nothing will go wrong ever again."
Frisk shook their head. "Sans will remember. He always remembers." They sighed, folding their arms. "He remembered every single reset I've done, Papyrus. He won't ever look at you the same, even if you change the timeline."
Papyrus glared, and formed a few blasters around Frisk. "Give up." He growled, charging the blasters.
Frisk sighed. "I won't ever give up, Papyrus. I'll come back. You know this, the SOULs saw this when I fought-"
Papyrus blasted Frisk in the side, completely blowing off their arm. Frisk's soul shattered, and Papyrus was left alone in the dark world he had created.
"Why did it shatter? I didn't blast them THAT hard." He muttered, staring into the darkness.
He sat down, and decided he'd wait for a while until he'd use the SOULs to revive the child. He needed time to think on what he'd do next. Would he just remake the world the same as it was, but without the human? What about the barrier? Would he get rid of that too, or just leave it the same? There was also the problem of the humans on the surface, what if they decided to attack again? Papyrus sighed, there was too much to consider. He understood he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he never thought it would be this hard to figure out.
He decided he'd stare into the darkness until an idea came to him.
He stared, and stared… until something stared back at him.
Papyrus jumped, there wasn't supposed to be anything left. He had destroyed the world, and all that was left was nothingness! A hand materialized on his shoulder, it felt very familiar.
"Papyrus.. You've grown since I last saw you." The voice said, more of the figure materialized beside him.
Papyrus stared at the figure, he looked a lot like him, but also like Sans as well. Papyrus stood up, and formed a blaster beside him. "Who are you?! How are you here?! There should be nothing left! Everything is gone!" He shouted at the figure, beginning to charge the blaster.
The figure sighed, and created a blaster of his own. "Papyrus, you DO realize you're not the only one who can use those, right? I MADE them, after all.." He sighed. "We need to talk. This is not healthy. Especially the murdering all of your friends part. You need to calm down, and think."
Papyrus glared at the figure. "Why should I listen to you? I have the human SOULs! I am FINE!" He shouted, his eyes began to glow with red magic.
The figure glared at him, and facepalmed. "You're really going to get into this, now? Do you even remember me?" He sighed again, putting the hand beside him.
Papyrus's eyes narrowed. "I think I'd remember someone like you." He growled, putting a hand in his pocket. It touched cold metal. His eyes widened, and he pulled out the knife. The figure in front of him stared at the knife. Papyrus looked up at the figure, and pointed the knife at him.
"Are you going to use that thing, or are you just all talk and no action?" The figure laughed. "I'll give you three hints. It starts with a G." Papyrus glared at him, and started walking forward. The figure smiled. "It starts with G, and ends with R." Papyrus kept walking, and began spinning the knife between his bony fingers. The figure sighed. "Last chance. Starts with G, ends with R, and is making you look like a donkey." Papyrus just stared at him, now switching the knife to the other hand. "Wow. You're not even going to try and solve the puzzle? You really have changed." The figure muttered, putting a hand to his chin in contemplation. "Alright. I guess I'll give you the answer."
Papyrus charged at the figure, stabbing the knife dead center into his chest. The body around it began to melt over the knife, grabbing Papyrus's hand in the process.
He began to struggle.
Nothing happened.
He tried to reach his SAVE file.
Nothing happened.
The figure in front of Papyrus laughed at him. "Okay. Ready for the answer, Papyrus?"
Papyrus glared at him, flipping him off with the other hand. The figure sighed and grabbed Papyrus's other hand with his hand. Papyrus noted there was a large hole in the figure's hand, which felt very familiar to him. "My name's Gaster. You know, your dad?" Gaster said, laughing and patting Papyrus's head with his free hand. Papyrus froze, staring at the man in front of him.
"Now you've got plenty of time to think about what you've done. Take your time."