#flaimora

Your legs were tired, and the heat of the newly found place was getting to you. Undyne’s tight grip on your arm never ceased as she dragged you off to God knows where. You didn’t fight back though, you just kept walking on even though the pain in your legs screamed at you not to. You questioned if you had done the right thing. At first thought, maybe you should have let them take Frisk…

You shook your head blinking a few times, no. You did the right thing by sacrificing yourself. The heat was just getting to you. Plus, Sans and Papyrus had sacrificed themselves for you, was it not right for you to try and return the favor? Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard harsh breathing beside you. You looked up to see Undyne breathing rapidly and quite harshly, sweat seeping from every pore of her face.

“Undyne… are you o-“

“I’m fine.” She quickly cut you off. You sighed and continued walking, starting to sweat yourself, even if you were in nothing but Sans’s oversized shirt and your panties. You felt Undyne beside you get slower, pulling you back a little as you lessened you already slow pace, and in a matter of seconds Undyne fell to the floor with a loud thump. You froze, not knowing what to do. The blazing heat must have gotten to her she was a semi-fish after all. You looked around and your mouth gaped open as you saw a conveniently positioned water fountain just up ahead. You looked at Undyne on the ground, her eyes were closed, and her mouth hung open with her tongue out as she gulped for air.

This was your chance to run.

To leave Undyne lay there and to die.

You almost turned to run, but you couldn’t. That wasn’t you. Why were you having these thoughts?

You looked at Undyne again, and your heart dropped a little as she stared off into the distance.

“w…t…er.” Her voice was hoarse and dry, and she went into a coughing fit as soon as she finished barely speaking. You breathed out a little before jogging for the water fountain in the distance. You crossed a bridge, passing a small shack, which must have belonged to Sans.

Sans… Blue…

You stopped walking, and looked down at your hand, remembering what had happened with the incident with Undyne. Somehow you had thrown her spear from her hand without even physically touching it. Both your hand and her spear had been incased in blue, and a tingling sensation was felt, just like when Sans used his magic on you…

You shook it off as you heard Undyne cough from far away, and you quickly grabbed a cup, filling it with as much water as possible. You quickly, but carefully, made your way back to Undyne and sat the water in front of her. She viscously grabbed it, nearly chugging it. You put your hands in front of you and backed away a little giving her some space as she sat up and stared into the now empty cup.

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Sans gripped at his skull nervously.

“Think Sans think.. If I were Undyne where would I drag a human off to.” He quickly looked around, and then remembered where she had taken you the last time. “Papyrus, Frisk! Let’s go.”

“Where are we going brother?” Papyrus spoke up, coming out of there house holding frisks hand, taking them outside and following Sans

“Sans!” Frisk jumped up on Sans back, Sans smiled at them, but then regained the serious look on his face.

“We’re heading off to Alphys’s lab.” Sans’s eye sockets narrowed. Frisk tugged on the hood of Sans jacket, which they were holding onto. “yeah kiddo?” He looked over his shoulder at them; they had an expression of sadness on their face. His expression softened as he gave them a small smile.

“U-undyne…” They stuttered, punching their fist lightly and then shaking their head. Sans sighed.

“No Frisk, I won’t hurt Undyne.” He looked off into the distance, and he felt his magic stir inside him, anger and fear rising. “Unless he hurt her..” He muttered under his breath he gripped onto Papyrus’s hand and they vanished into thin air.

~~~

There was a long pause of silence before Undyne cleared her throat.

“Thanks nerd.” it was barely even audible, but you felt the ends of your lips curve up a little into a small smile. She looked up at you, and you quickly dropped your stupid smile. She looked back to the ground, playing with the cup in her hands. “Why’d you do it.” It was more of a statement more than a question.

“What?”

“Why’d you get me water, why’d you help me when you could have easily escaped.” She seemed angered, like she was… disappointed in you for not trying. You were taken back a little, and stayed silent before responding slowly.

“I did have thoughts of leaving you here…. But,” You looked off into the distance, your surroundings blurred by the waves of heat. “That wasn’t me. I’m not like that. I have to-“

“Give everyone a chance?”

“Yeah.” You smiled at Undyne who sighed.

“You’re just like Asgore… I envy that.” She paused for a moment. “It’s not too late you know, I can still take that other child. And you can stay with Sans.” You shook your head.

“No.. I couldn’t do that to them. I couldn’t do that to Frisk or Sans or Papyrus. They’d never forgive me. And… They’ve sacrificed a lot for me. It’s only right to pay them back, right?”

Undyne stayed quiet as her hand slowly crushed the plastic cup.

“Go. Run back to Sans and Papyrus."

“What?”

“Run away before I change my mind.”

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           Papyrus wiped away the tears that were coming from his eye sockets, it’s not like he wanted to be like this.

“I am smart.” He whispered to himself, curling his hand into a fist, “And I am brave.” He lifted his head a little, narrowing his eyes, glaring out into the snowy distance as he walked through the forest of barren and cold trees. “And I.. Am useless.” His fist dropped as his bones went limp, sitting on the snow-covered ground, surrounded by complete whiteness. He smiled a little then, falling onto his back and moving his arms and legs in the snow.

           He certainly wasn’t a child anymore, but that wasn’t a good enough reason for him not to act like one. He grinned, thinking of when him and Sans used to make snow angels. It seemed like such a long time ago. But his smile faded away, as he realized how different Sans was now that you had come down here. He sat up, lifting himself up onto his legs and looked back down at the ground to see his fairly large snow angel. But as soon as he had stood up, he had fallen down again, holding his head in his arms and knees as he sobbed. Even though he lacked a heart, he had a soul, and right now he was in more pain than he could ever imagine. But he didn’t understand, this wasn’t physical pain, this was something different. Inside him. Emotional.

           He laughed a little, wishing for once he could feel the cold, hoping that it would numb the pain he was feeling. He didn’t understand why he felt like this. “Yes you do.” He spoke to himself; removing his hands from his skull and now tossing some snow around, watching the wind blow it away like powdery dust. The feeling of the snow slowly disappearing felt… familiar. He thought of how monsters turned to dust when they died, and smiled a little. He felt so fragile right now, like he could blow away with the wind at any moment. But he stopped those thoughts. “Admit it,” He whispered, now using his gloved hands to create a small heart in the snow. “You love her.” He picked up the fragile snow-heart, holding it gently in his gloves. He shook his head, smiling, letting more tears slip out of his eye sockets. “But all I’ve done is hurt her.” Tears dripped down his jaw, falling onto the snow-heart, creating holes in it. He watched as even now he was hurting the things he loved. He pulled the heart to his chest piece, but held his breath as the familiar sound of snow crunching was heard, below him and behind him. He looked down, to see that the heart had now turned to clumps of powdery snow. Then he looked back, and to his surprise he saw Sans, a few yards away, looking around frantically. Somewhere after Papyrus had ran off, Sans had gotten fully dressed. Which was surprising to Papyrus because Sans seemed so direct in finding him for help, but no, his lazy brother had spared 2 moments to get dressed. A small smile appeared on his face. Sans could get dressed but he still couldn’t pick up his damn socks.

           Sans’s gaze followed the footprints that papyrus had made, he looked up to see his younger brother crouched down on his knees in the snow.

“Papyrus!” he called out, quickly running toward him. His slippers were beyond soaked as he ran through the thick snow, he was happy he couldn’t feel the cold. Unfortunately though he could still feel the wetness. Papyrus stood up, brushing the flaked snow off him, but kept his skull down, avoiding eye contact with the shorter brother. Sans grabbed Papyrus’s boney arm. “Pap please I need your help.” Papyrus didn’t look up, and gave no reaction to Sans tugging on him. Sans’s grip slowly fell, and he gave Papyrus a concerned frown. “Papyru-“

“You don’t need me Sans.” Papyrus finally looked up, and Sans usual grin dropped into a heartbroken frown as his eyes widened. Papyrus was crying, usually his brother was so… happy. “Nobody does, all I ever do is hurt people,” He paused for a moment. “Especially the people I care about.”

“No Pap you’re wrong.” Sans narrowed his eyes, abruptly pointing to himself. “I need you, and so does she!” He pointed off into the distance; Papyrus looked over, but quickly looked back down to the ground. Sans laid a hand on Papyrus’s shoulder. “Pap.. She’s really hurt, and I can’t do healing magic, only you can. She might be dying with the wound Undyne gave her so please.”

Papyrus eyes flashed with worry, and with a moments pause, he nodded. Sans quickly gripped papyrus’s arm again, and in a second Papyrus found himself in Sans’s room.

You looked up as you heard a small gasp. Papyrus stood there, staring at your bleeding side. He stumbled forward slowly, kneeling down to you. He coughed awkwardly, but quickly placed his hands on your side, letting an orange glow engulf it. You hissed out a sharp short breath as he touched your wound. You looked at his face, his eyes were directly on his hands, his jaw locked tightly, focusing on healing you. But the only questionable thing was the orange hue appearing on his cheekbones. You didn’t understand at first, but then you quickly realized.

You were still naked.

You completely forgot about that though as the pain quickly subsided. Papyrus’s gloved hands left your side and he stood up, giving you a small smile. You stood up too, looking at your bruised stomach. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, and the skin looked perfectly fine, just black and blue. You brought Papyrus into a hug.

“Thank you Pap.” He didn’t hug you back though and when you pulled away, looking up at him you could see that his whole face was now completely orange and he was staring at the wall behind you. You quickly covered yourself with the sheet Sans had on his bed. “Sorry.” You apologized. Papyrus finally looked at you, rubbing his hand on the back of his skull.

“Heh.. No problem human.” He looked around though then, seemingly confused. “Sans?” He called out.

It took a while before the door slowly creaked open and Sans walked in, staring at your black and blue wound.

“Oh Kiddo I’m so glad you’re ok.” He quickly breathed out, bringing you into a gentle hug, making sure not to hurt you. He looked over at Papyrus, not letting go of you. “Thank you Pap.” Papyrus’s smile widened and soon he seemed to be back to his cheerful old self. “You are welcome dear brother but um..” His eyes glazed over you. “I think some clothes would do the human well.” His cheekbones went orange as he made his way out of Sans’s room.

Sans pressed his teeth up against your forehead as a gently kiss.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you this is all my-“ You cut him off by pressing your mouth to his, he sighed out relief in the kiss, pulling you closer to him. You pulled away and giggled a little.

“So about those clothes?” You asked, tightening the sheet around you. Sans jumped a little.

“Oh-“ He shuffled over to his drawer, pulling out clothes and throwing them onto the floor; adding to the already pre-made mess. He pulled out a large white t-shirt and made his way back over to you, handing it to you. “That should do.” You gave him a smile and threw on the over-sized shirt. Looking back at the mess he made, you spotted your clothes that were abandoned during your bone time. You snickered at your own stupid pun. But as you picked them up, you realised that Sans had basically torn them off you, and you could visibly see the tears and holes in your clothes. You turned back to Sans who blushed, giving you a cheeky grin and shrugging his shoulders. You laughed, dropping your clothes back onto the floor, sitting on his bed, Which he followed you on.

He wrapped an arm around you and sighed.

“So… you do remember, right?” He asked, you looked up at him and he seemed to be worried. You ran a hand down his cheekbone.

“Yea, I do remember.” You closed your eyes, leaning into him as more memories flashed through your head. You were remembering more with each moment. Sans kissing you in the cave, holding his jacket around you, him telling you about the barrier and frisk. You paused, thinking about the barrier. You remembered Sans telling you something about it, something along the lines of needing 7 souls to break it. And who could forget the slithering words of Undyne when she caught you two doing… you know. But there was one thing you couldn’t remember. What was it? Before you had time to think anymore though, there was a knock heard coming from down stairs. Who could that be? Undyne? Oh God you hoped not. But your thoughts were settled as Papyrus’s yell was heard throughout the house.

“ANOTHER HUMAN!"