I would like to clear up that yes, Anarchy and the main charaCter (Eh? Eh? *Wink wink nudge nudge.*) are in two separate timelines. Any character you see one of them interacting with is not the same one the other was interacting with, unless it is described otherwise. I hope that clears up any confusion! 3

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Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale.

"Are people afraid of you?" Anarchy asked, planting one hand on the Ruins door and not minding the dust that soaked into his already red stained fingers.

Frisk hesitated, eyes transfixed on the ash stained floor. But, they couldn't hold their answer back for too long. They knew what happened when they didn't answer, and they were afraid of it. "... Yes..."

"Have they always been afraid of you?" Another thoughtful question from The Anarchist as he shoved open that stone door. Cold wind trickled into The Ruins. It felt good on Frisk's bruised skin.

"No..." They answered in their deadpan tone. He'd beaten the feeling out of them with that scarlet soaked crowbar that was now hidden up his sleeve, and now all they felt was fear for the next beating.

"Mm." Anarchy nodded thoughtfully, stepping out into Snowdin's frost. He shoved his spare hand, covered in red and silver grime, into his pocket. "They've always been afraid of me."

"Wonder why..." Frisk smiled just a little at their sarcastic response, even though it sent a stinging pain through their split lip.

"Ha!" Anarchy chuckled, looking down at Frisk, by the back of their shirt. Their limbs were limp, dragging through the snow while he pulled them. Dead weight, but a weight he could bare. "Ah c'mon, nobody's born an Anarchy."

Things were quiet for another minute or two. Just the crunching of the dirt and the dragging of Frisk's forearms and legs through the stinging frost. Eventually he thought up another question, something to stop the quiet. "Were you always mean?"

"..." Frisk shut their eyes, shame sending their frown digging deeper into their face. Remembering the life they'd lead before the brutal timeloop Anarchy had locked them in made them feel like they'd wasted eternity. Their head hung forward limp, hair dangling around their face. "... No..."

"Were you ever nice?" Anarchy continued to probe for answers. He wasn't smiling or giggling, didn't look like himself. He was deadpan now, staring straight ahead with empty eyes while he pulled the punished Frisk along.

"Yes... For a long time..." Frisk's hands attempted to clench into fists, but they were far too weak.

"Why'd you stop?" Anarchy's scarlet eye glossed down to Frisk, free of that manic gleam for the moment.

"It got boring..." Saying it out loud felt like it burned Frisk's tongue, but there was no point lying. The game was over, they lost.

"..." Anarchy raised his eyebrows at that, looking ahead and blinking a few times.

"Wow, Frisk." He scoffed, shaking his head. A little smile had grown on his lips, but that too was unlike his piano grins. "You're a monster. And that's coming from me."

"And what's your excuse mister high horse..?" A comeback that Frisk didn't really think about, and when they did, hoped wouldn't earn them another strike from that crowbar.

Anarchy took a moment to think, eyes drifting up to the snowy ceiling of Underground above as he tilted his head back. He frowned then, almost grimaced while he pondered Frisk's question. Finally, he shrugged his shoulders and abandoned whatever memories might have been troubling him. "Meh. Just how momma raised me, I guess."

Frisk wasa little surprised when Anarchy let go of their shirt and let them drop face first into the snow. Slowly, they managed to lift their head, seeing that they were laying next to the edge of one of Snowdin's many cliffs. In front of them, Anarchy sat with his legs dangling over the cliff side, looking out at the snowy fields below.

"... Did you have a mother, Frisk?" Anarchy looked back at Frisk, who stared weakly into his red eyes.

"... Yes." Frisk admitted, but they had to think about it for a moment. It was a little hard to remember.

"What was she like?" Anarchy asked, leaning back on his hands and looking forward again. He must not have been too worried about them escaping or attacking him while his back was turned. Rightfully so - they didn't believe they could hurt him after failing so many times, and were too scared to try. Instead, Frisk looked out at the vastness of unexplored Underground as well, taking a moment to think about their mother's qualities.

"She was... Very kind, and very dedicated to my future." Frisk gathered all their strength just to flip over onto their back and stare up at the ceiling of the Underground. The slow falling snow felt refreshing on their bleeding face. "She was stern at times and sweet at others."

"She... Was very fond of baking." Frisk's cracked lips slowly curved upwards into a smile as they felt memories coming back to them. "And, for some reason, snails..."

"Did she know what you were?" Anarchy turned his head, looked over his shoulder at Frisk. He looked so strange, they thought. So peaceful, so unlike the man they'd known in the looping eternity that he'd killed them in.

"... Not until I killed her..." Frisk hesitated, but they answered all the same. Whether he looked it or not, Anarchy was stil lthe man who had tormented them. And they had learned to fear his wrath.

"..." Anarchy looked back ahead, smiling lightly. He was silent for a few moments, maybe imagining or pondering. "Sounds like she was a very kind woman. You're a real moron for screwin' that up."

Frisk didn't have a response for that. They just laid there in the snow, cold and broken, silently hoping their beating was over. That everything was over.

"... That heart'a yours has gotten pretty dim." Anarchy's light frown returned, and he tilted his head back to look up at Snowdin's frosty ceiling, hundreds of feet overhead. Underground, basement... "You won't be coming back once I kill you again, will you?"

"..." Frisk's eyes narrowed. They rested their right hand over the dim red soul on their chest. It was dark. Everything felt dark. "... No."

"..." Finally, Anarchy started to move. He slowly pushed himself up to his feet, kept staring straight up while he shoved his hands in his pockets.

*Check

*Anthony ATK # DEF #

LOVE: #

"... Frisk. You liked soccer and burnt popcorn. Your favorite color was red. You used to be nice, but were very easy to bore." Anarchy paused then, hesitated. Snowflakes landed on his face and melted, and he winced some. "... You had a good mom. It's... Really too bad. We could have been pretty good friends, I think."

"... But, unfortunately for you..." He pulled his left hand out of his pocket and let his crowbar slide out of his sleeve and into his grasp. And when he turned his head, and Frisk saw his face again, that dark feeling eating at their insides only grew. Shadows dripped along his face, obscuring many of his features. But, within those shadows, those beautiful red eyes burned with the heat of the twisted soul beneath. The unnatural shading and glow of his eyes gave him an inhuman, ghoulish expression.

*Check

*Anarchy ATK ## DEF ##

LOVE: ##

"Monsters like us don't deserve to have friends."

Chapter 2: Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust

"What kinda monster are you?"

I grunted as I threw my fist forward, jaw clenching. And, though I put all my weight behind it and moved my arm as fast as I could, my eyes widened as I watched Frisk side step my punch with ease, quickly reaching up and grabbing me by the arm.

In an instant, they had shifted my weight, flipping me over their head and slamming me flat on my back, making my eyes snap open wide and my mouth open to release the wind that was forcefully knocked from my lungs.

Ah, shit, they weren't this fast before..! My eyes darted up at them as I gasped for air, watching them raise that Toy Knife over their head. Is it the LV they've gained..?!

"Do yourself a favor and don't come back again!" Frisk snarled with rage, a murderous red flaring in their eyes as they prepared to stab down.

In an instant, the earth shifted, and Frisk jumped to the side, flipping in air and landing on both feet and one hand, skidding across the snow for a moment.

I coughed, climbing to my hands and knees. I lifted my head, eyes drifting to the large, blunt bone that had launched from the earth at Frisk, interrupting their attack.

"My offer is still on the table, human!" Papyrus stepped forward as I caught my breath, climbing to my feet. He stood between me and Frisk, grabbing that bone and pulling it from the earth, holding it like some kind of staff.

"Shut up." Frisk responded simply as they stood back to their full height, spinning that knife in their hand.

"Nice human!" Papyrus looked over his shoulder at me, smiling in a reassuring way. "Thank you for saving me! But, I'm afraid I have to ask you for another favor!"

"You need my help to triple combo this bozo?" I stepped up next to Papyrus, holding up my fists and looking to the tall skeleton out of the corner of my eye.

"Yes!" Papyrus looked ahead, nodding. "Triple combo into niceness!"

"..." My expression hardened as my eyes drifted over to Frisk, and I swallowed my anxiety. "I'm in."

Frisk's lips slowly curved up into a small smile.

*It's a pathetic power team.

"..." Anarchy stared over the cliff side. One hand hung freely, keeping a loose grip on his crowbar while it gently dripped blood onto the pure white snow, staining it forever. The other held Frisk by the collar of their shirt, lifting them up and over the edge. Their feet dangled as they gripped onto Anarchy's forearm with weak hands, hanging on desperately.

"P-please..." They choked, jaw clenched as they strained to hold onto Anarchy. Their eyes were open now, teary and desperate. Was this what they always were, he wondered, or was this what he made them? They pleaded, "I-I... Don't want to disappear..!"

"Frisk... You had everything." Anarchy tilted his head to the side, a sad frown resting on his face. His ear to ear grin still hadn't resurfaced, madness didn't flicker in his eyes. But why? Isn't this what he'd been waiting for? "A loving family, supportive friends, and all the power to keep them safe... And... You threw it away. For... Funsies."

"I've done and will do a lot of horrible things, but to let an ungrateful brat like you continue to exist..." Anarchy looked down, shaking his head slowly before looking back to Frisk. They were gasping for breath, kicking their feet and fighting pathetically against their fate. "Not even I'm that bad."

With that, Anarchy let go of Frisk's collar, and Frisk let out a sharp gasp as they dropped down. Desperately they clung onto Anarchy's arm, struggling to keep themself up on his rigid limb and stopping themself from plummeting into the frozen abyss beneath.

"P-please..!" Tears were streaming down their face now while they searched rapidly through their memories, trying to find anything that they'd learned in their many deaths that might convince Anarchy to spare them. Something, anything! "I-I can do better!"

"Let go, Frisk." A simple order, more calm and kind than any of the other ones he had given. He was different now, staring them in the face with a face that did not look like his own. Frisk grunted as their fingers beginning to slip, desperate eyes darting from their hands to Anarchy.

"P-please..!" They cried out in a last ditch effort. They couldn't do it, they couldn't handle anymore punishment, but they didn't want to disappear. They remembered the two checks, they remembered the name he hadn't shared. "Anthony! S-save me!"

Anarchy's eyes snapped open wide. A bell had been struck in his head, and it gonged and gonged inside his skull while Frisk's fingers slipped. They hoped and prayed to anything that might listen, felt hope in his change of expression but despair in their loosening grip. But just as their grip failed, and all hope was lost...

Anarchy's hand darted out, once more his powerful fingers grabbed a fistful of their shirt and stopped them from dropping. Frisk gasped, but some of the fear washed off their face. Sniffling, they managed to squeak. "A-... Anthony..?"

Anarchy stood there in silence. Shadows covering his face, his hand twitched. His fingers were white knuckled around his crowbar, his muscles tensing. It was like his entire body was struggling against some unseen force. Eventually, he slowly pulled Frisk closer, only stoppe when their face was inches from his. Suddenly, red lights peered through the shadowy mask, and Frisk's teary eyes widened as they were forced to stare into the wretched DETERMINATION of those eyes. A voice that was unmistakably a Killer's rumbled out of Anarchy's throat,

"Anthony's not here."

Just like that, Anarchy thrust his arm forward and let go of Frisk's shirt, sending them launching back over the drop. And their eyes went wide, arms flailing to grab something and finding nothing but air as they plummeted. In a split second that dragged for what felt like hours Frisk stared up at Anarchy, mortified and betrayed and above all else, guilty and deserving.

Anarchy stared with the furious crimson of his Killer eyes, jaw tight with rage and brow twitching unstably as Frisk disappeared into the fog below. The hand he'd thrown them with now clenched into a fist so tight that his overgrown fingernails split the flesh of his palm, and his left hand remained white knuckled around that crowbar. There it was, he thought. The rush that only comes when one causes a permanent death.

Ping!

Anarchy, with little care, looked down to the once red and now blue soul on his chest. That rush and that rage hastily ebbing away, his face slowly unclenched while he pondered the blue shell around his scarlet heart.

"You... You killed the kid."

The sound of a new voice put a warm, loving smile on The Anarchist's face. He gradually turned his head and looked over his shoulder, staring right into the pupiless sockets of the short skeleton that stood a ways behind him, one hand extended out towards him. Sans already had a cold sweat dripping down his forehead, because he was certain he had never seen this human before. He demanded to know through his permanent grin,

"What the hell are you?"

Frisk jumped back to evade the bones that shot from the ground at them, landing on their feet and skidding back before lifting their right hand, jaw clenching as they caught my punch in their open palm, eyes darting to glare at me.

Suddenly, transparent, light blue bones launched from the earth around Frisk, forming a circle around them. Both of our eyes widened, darting to the bones, before darting back up to look into each other's eyes. They squawked,

"Don't you da-!"

I quickly reached out, grabbing them by the arm and yanking them forward, moving them through the bones, which instantly became solid, crashing into their body and making them cry out in pain as I pulled them through, the bones snapping from the force I dragged them with.

They snarled at me as I dragged them, spinning around and grunting as I threw them back into the patch of blue bones, and they cried out again as they slammed back first through the blunt bones, tumbling all the way through and falling onto the ground on the other side.

"You're gonna pay for that." Frisk growled, pushing themself up onto one knee before several bones shot from the earth around them, forming a triangular prison around them.

"Human captured!" Papyrus exclaimed excitedly, heroically posing with his fist raised in front of him.

"Nice job Papyrus!" I smirked over my shoulder to Papyrus, who grinned a little wider in response, closing his sockets happily.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" I laughed mockingly, pointing at Frisk as I did a little victory dance, which really just consisted of me bouncing to the left and right.

Frisk just frowned as they stood, looking at me with those cold eyes for a moment before beginning to knock on the bones with the back of their fist, looking over them curiously.

"Thank you so much for your help, nice human!" Papyrus spoke as he began walking closer, and I stopped my mocking dance, looking over my shoulder to him. All the while Frisk nodded to themself, tightening their Tough Glove and shaking out their fist before pulling it back.

"It was no problem!" I smiled in a reassuring way, holding out a thumbs up to Papyrus, completely unaware as Frisk threw their fist forward, slamming it into the bone in front of them and knocking it from the earth, sending it flinging forward through the air.

I quickly looked ahead at the sound of the snap, managing to catch the flinging bone with my face, making me yelp in pain as I stumbled back, eyes instinctively closing from the sudden pain to my nose.

The moment I managed to open my eyes, I spotted Frisk darting forward, a red gleam in their eye as they pulled back their fist, slamming it forward into my jaw and making me stumble back further before they pulled back their other fist, sending a bare punch into my gut and making me hunch over, the wind being knocked from me once more before they jumped up, spinning in air and slamming their shin into the side of my head, sending me flinging through the air before I hit the snow, tumbling through it before stopping, laying flat on my face, which ached with agony.

"... Jesus Christ what a combo..." I managed to mutter before spitting a mouthful of blood onto the snow, head throbbing with pain as I weakly lifted it to look up at Frisk, who cracked their knuckles as they loomed over me. The only thing I could see in the shadows covering their eyes was that red glow.

"Hard to laugh with broken teeth, huh?" Frisk smirked, before suddenly back flipping back, bones shooting from the ground to my side and launching at them in vain.

"Nice human!" Papyrus knelt at my side, placing a hand on my back as I looked up at him weakly.

My eyes glossed over to my health bar, reading it at a solid 1/20.

Wonderful.

"Try not to move, okay?" Papyrus smiled somewhat sadly at me, and I could only nod weakly in response.

With that, Papyrus smirked, standing back to his full height and pointing heroically at Frisk.

"Papyrus, future member of the royal guard will handle this!"

"Oh, wow. A talking skeleton." Anarchy turned around, beginning to walk towards Sans, who had nervous sweat running down the back of his skull. "This world is pretty strange."

"Stay back!" Sans demanded immediately, a circle of chest high bones launching from the earth to form a circle around Anarchy, who frowned, arching a brow at the bones.

"A skeleton with magic bone powers... That's adorable." He smiled that sweet, gentle smile once more as he lifted his crowbar, easily smashing the bones in front of him to pieces and stepping over the remaining stumps in the ground, continuing his leisurely walk towards the short skeleton before him.

Sans growled with displeasure, pushing one hand forward and sending Anarchy lifting into the air by his recently blue-d soul.

"... And telekinesis." Anarchy glanced down to his soul, before grinning over to Sans. "You're fun."

"Yeah I happen to be pretty popular with the homicidal humans." Sans narrowed his sockets, that permanent grin adding to the intensity of his expression. "Now wh-"

Anarchy carelessly lifted up his crowbar, expression curious as he threw it down at Sans, who was quick to step to the side, watching the crowbar embed itself in the snow.

"... Mm." Anarchy frowned lightly at the results of his throw, Sans shooting him a glare.

"Well, to answer your question little skeleman," Anarchy crossed his arms, floating quite casually in the air. "I'm a human. I fell down a hole, landed here, bumped into another human who tried to kill me, so I killed them first."

"..." And then they came back." Anarchy's eyes went wide, his lips slowly beginning to curve upwards. "So I killed them over. And over. And over again."

The pupils disappeared from Sans' sockets as he stared up at Anarchy. He felt a deep sense of unease under those crimson eyes.

"They did a bunch of stuff to try to escape. Brought everything back to the beginning and tried to spare me, but that didn't work. Tried to fight me with the goat woman, but that didn't work. Tried to escape before I could catch them, but that didn't work." As Anarchy explained, his grin just grew wider and wider.

"And now they've stopped coming back. They sure did cling to life pathetically tight, didn't they?"

*Seems he's ready for you now.

Papyrus stomped his foot down, causing a line of bones to launch out from where his foot met the ground at Frisk.

Frisk jumped to the side, running low to the ground towards Papyrus and pulling back that Toy Knife as Papyrus gripped one of the bones he had summoned in that line towards Frisk, yanking it from the ground and spinning it like some kind of staff.

Frisk dove into the air, slashing down at Papyrus, who held up the bone, watching Frisk cut down onto his staff, a red slash appearing in the air before the bone was sliced in two.

Papyrus jumped back as Frisk landed on their feet, crouching for a moment before launching forward at Papyrus once more.

Papyrus tossed his two bones pieces over his shoulders before lifting one hand, a dark blue bone appearing in hand. Papyrus quickly tossed up the bone, catching it and jumping back once more, throwing it surprisingly fast at Frisk.

Frisk's eyes widened as the bone phased through their chest. In the next instant, they felt heavier, stumbling slightly as their soul shifted to blue.

This human is incredibly dangerous... Papyrus's eyes narrowed as he waved his arm in a line in front of him, a wall of bones jutting from the earth before beginning to race forward at Frisk. If I'm going to capture them and turn their life around, I'm going to have to work hard! Even harder than I already do! Nyeh heh heh!

Smiling at his own internal monologue, Papyrus watched as Frisk grunted, jumping the wall of bones just barely before landing with a roll, bursting off the ground at Papyrus, digging one hand into the dirt to push themself from the ground as they did so.

Papyrus lifted one arm, the earth trembling before several giant bones launched themselves from the ground, Frisk darting between them before the tall skeleton knelt down, placing one hand on the ground. In the next moment, a large bone burst from the earth below him and lifting him high into the air.

Frisk stopped before the bone, glaring up at Papyrus, who pulled both arms back, long bones appearing in each before he whipped the bones downward at Frisk, two more bones appearing to take their place.

Frisk jumped, landing on the bones and kicking off from them, jumping higher and higher off of each bone as they got closer and closer to Papyrus.

Papyrus smirked heroically, holding his arm out to the side as a long, staff like bone appeared in his hand, before he jumped from the top of his bone platform, falling down towards Frisk and holding that bone high above his head.

"Nyeeeehhh!"

I watched weakly from my place on the ground as Papyrus and Frisk collided in air, Papyrus slamming that bone into Frisk's arms, which they'd thrown up to block the attack, throwing them back down towards the earth, where they flipped in air, landing on one hand and springing back off of it, landing and skidding back on their feet as Papyrus landed before them, spinning that bone and pointing it to them.

Never imagined the Papyrus fight like this... I found myself thinking as I fumbled through my inventory with one hand, eventually pulling free a cinnamon bunny.

Ignoring the aching pain in my mouth, I opened my bloody jaws around that piece of magical sugar, biting down onto it with aching teeth and chewing the soft substance.

The iron-y taste of blood was somewhat replaced with a sweet cinnamony one, and as I ate the treat, I could feel energy returning to my body, my diaphragm and face aching less and less. Within a few moments, I'd finished the bunny, and felt in perfect health again. My HP bar confirmed it with a 20/20.

"Okay..." I climbed to my feet, knocking snow from my jacket and shaking my head.

*Now's your chance.

I looked up, watching as Frisk jumped a swing from Papyrus's bone staff, punching at his head, only for him to duck under the punch, launching up and slamming his shoulder into Frisk's abdomen, sending them flinging back through the air, where they flipped, landing on their feet and skidding back, before rushing at Papyrus again.

"But... If I go now, Papyrus will..." My eyes narrowed in thought, darting between the colliding human and skeleton and the open path into Waterfall.

*Who cares? It's not like you can save him. Get going.

"That's cold text box." My eyes narrowed at the flavor text.

*You've done worse.

That stung.

*They're going to kill Papyrus whether you like it or not. The only thing you have the power to change is whether or not you get killed too.

"..." My jaw clenched, eyes once again darting between the open path and the fighters.

"... Fuck it!" I burst off the ground in an instant, sprinting at full speed down the path towards Waterfall.

I just had to get ahead. I had to keep moving. It didn't matter what happened to anyone else, so long as I-!

"And where do you think you're going?!"

Everything seemed to slow down as my eyes darted to the side, watching Frisk race towards me, faster than I could avoid.

They dove into the air, bringing that Toy Knife high into the air and slashing down towards me.

"You won't escape me that easily!"

"Your Level Of Violence..." Sans' left eye narrowed, his right closed. Below Anarchy, he could see a flickering STATS screen.

His name shifted and switched, flickering between letters and symbols, rarely spelling anything out coherently. His LOVE also shifted, flickering between symbols and either a 1 or a 20. His HP, ATK and DEF also shifted in a similar manor.

"No, all of your stats..." The white dots in his sockets darted up to Anarchy, who smiled, waving down at him.

"Somethin' inside you... It ain't right." Sans' pupils disappeared from his eyes, his teeth clenching tightly together in that grin.

"Wow, you really are in a know, huh lil' guy?" Anarchy barred those fangs in his grin, watching as that hand Sans held out to restrain him by the soul shook, struggling to remain up.

"And it's starting to look like you're having some trouble keeping me restrained... I'm guessin' you can't hold me in place forever, huh?" Those crimson eyes narrowed with that less than friendly smile as Anarchy's soul began to shift slowly in color, turning back to that deep red.

Sans growled, throwing his hand to the side and sending the albino human flinging through the air, crashing and skidding through the snow.

Keeping that level of DETERMINATION restrained is hard, even for me... Sans' sockets narrowed as he watched Anarchy Dracula style sit up from the snow, maintaining a serious expression before giggling to himself at the silliness of his action.

Sans found himself stepping back as Anarchy climbed to his feet. Something about this human made his skin - or, bones? - crawl.

Anarchy shook the snow from himself much like a dog would, before throwing his head back to clear the white hair from his face, reaching up and running a hand through his porcelain locks.

As Sans took another step back, his foot tapped the cool steel of the crowbar Anarchy had carelessly thrown at him earlier.

The very touch of that cruel metal made Sans' entire body stop. His eye holes widened, the light in them disappearing as for but a moment, his entire body felt as cold and dirty as that crowbar.

"Gah!" Sans called out, kicking the crowbar aside, body trembling. His head snapped to look back at the bloody chunk of metal before darting back to look at Anarchy, who wore that chilling smile just like usual.

"Love, hope, compassion..."

Why do I feel so sick all of a sudden? Sweat beading down his bones, Sans found the words of an old book he'd read resurfacing in his mind.

"This is what people say monster SOULs are made of."

It's... It's like I can feel his intentions... Sans watched with trembling pupils as Anarchy began to saunter towards him, gradually closing the twenty foot distance between them. His arms hung limp at his sides, swaying to and fro with each step. Like just bein' around a soul like his hurts mine...

"But the absolute nature of "SOUL" is unknown."

"You... Who are you?" Sans took a bold step forward, his left eye igniting in a blue flame. "Where'd you even come from?!"

"Where did I come from?" Anarchy repeated, tilting his head to the side and stopping his walking forward, straightening his back and letting his shoulders lean back. "Hmm... Let me think..."

"After all,"

Anarchy scanned through his memories then, and as he tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling of the Underground, a smile found itself upon his lips. A gentle, adoring smile.

"Hacky..."

"Humans have proven their souls don't need these things to exist."

And that smile twisted further up, reaching from ear to ear. Those crimson eyes snapped open, and his body trembled with the desire to kill. To smash, to rip, to tear, to destroy. The unstoppable urges that earned him his title. 'Anarchist'.

"... My sweet... Little... ANGEL..!"

SLASH.

Just as that plastic blade fell, I felt Papyrus lunge forward, scooping me up in his skeletal arms and tackling me out of the way, jumping back away from our attacker urgently.

"Whoa!" I cried out in surprise, wrapping my arms around the skeleton's body to hold on as we launched through the air, quickly landing.

"Heh... That was a pretty close one." I let out a sigh of relief, glancing over to Papyrus, who still held onto me, the both of us kneeling on the ground after landing.

"Nice save, Pa-" As I spoke, I lifted my hand from Papyrus's back. And one look at the silvery dust in my hand made my pupils shrink and my eyes widen, my smile fading to a mouth agape in horror. It did seem weird that there was a large slash on the back of his battle body.

"... Pa... Pyrus..?"

I wrapped my arms tighter around Papyrus as I felt him slump over, his arms dropping to the ground and unwrapping from the protective hug they had formed around me.

"No, w-wait..." I managed to blink my wide eyes, my shrunken pupils darting to Papyrus's hands, then to his shoulder, then to his back, watching them all start to fade to that deep silver ash. "H-hold on a second..!"

"Papyrus!" I placed my hand over his dusting shoulder, desperately trying to push the dust back into place in a pathetic hope that it would go back to normal. As I did so, I began to lay him on his back on the snow, propping his head up under my arm. "Papyrus say something!"

His mouth hung open, those sockets squinting up at me, as if they were trying to figure out who I was.

"C-come on Papyrus, you can't die!" I shook my head, heart racing in my chest as I desperately attempted to push his dust back into place, watching in horror as even his confused face began to flake.

"Not because of me! Not because I..! Not because I was being a..!"

COWARD.

The word rumbled in my mind, making my body tense and that cinnamon bunny rise back up my throat, where it was blocked by the lump that had formed there.

Slowly, Papyrus lifted one arm, reaching up to me with one flaky hand as his mouth weakly curved upwards to form that bright, reassuring smile.

"I... Believe... In you..!"

Tears spilled from my eyes.

Now, I'm not exactly an emotional person. In fact, I've spent quite a few years of my life pushing people away and acting like I don't care. People have said a lot of mean things to me, and not too many nice things. And up until then...

"Papyrus!" I cried out, holding onto his hand and keeping it against my face, even as it turned to ash in my hand and slipped through my fingers. "Papyrus don't go..!"

I had no idea how bad I needed to hear that someone was rooting for me.

And I watched with tear blurred eyes as that upbeat, silly, forgiving, puzzle loving, heroic skeleton collapsed to a pile of dust in my arms, leaving nothing but a silver stained orange scarf.

My mouth hung open as I stammered for words, shaking my head slowly as warm tears cascaded down my cold face.

"Are you seriously crying? Over someone you met a few hours ago?" Frisk tilted their head to the side, frowning. "Why? Because he sacrificed himself like an idiot? You really are pathetic."

The flow of tears stopped. My body stopped shaking.

*Kill.

Slowly, I felt my fingers curl and clench into fists, grasping that dusty scarf tightly.

*Kill.

Tears now cold dripped from my face, my widened eyes almost twitching. My body began to shake, thousands of sick scenarios running through my head. The desire to kill. To smash, to rip, to tear, to destroy.

*KILL.

"I would kill you too, but it would just LOAD us back, and I'd have to kill Papyrus all over again. And that would just be an inconvenience." Frisk waved a hand dismissively, turning around and beginning to walk away. "I'll just have to kill you when it's more convenient."

My head lifted then, and with my right eye shadowed I glared into their back, feeling that burning desire to hurt another manifest in the red soul that appeared on my chest.

*KILL!

Digging my hand into the snow, I pushed myself up to my feet, racing towards the unaware Frisk as my pen slipped down my sleeve and into my left hand, which I pulled back and gripped onto tightly.

"What are you-" Frisk looked over their shoulder at the sound of rapidly crunching snow, and their eyes widened instantly in shock at the distance I had crossed, quickly realizing they couldn't move fast enough. "-?!"

"KILL!"

And I thrust my pen forward at that eye they looked over their shoulder with, feeling my lips curve upwards all on their own.

"AAAAAAGH!"

*Their screams sure are high pitched. :)

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