Jul 24, 2016
The Way I'm Missing You
@hyper-sans
Papyrus sat against the wall on the floor, legs sprawled out in front of him as he struggled to breathe. He wasn’t physically hurt, but this pain was much worse than any sort of beating that could be offered. He sniffled, a new wave of burning rage and overwhelming depression crashing over him.
It’d already happened a couple times, but no matter how many times he saw it his emotions would still take over. He clutched the blue scarf in his hand, the poor peice of fabric left without an owner.
