* s'not weird, p.
* don't apologize.
💀||;; Low tones
take to a softer voice, hands careful as they hold his brother close.
He doesn’t understand.
But he absolutely understands that his brother is in trouble. Regardless of who it was that did this to him or why; the fact of the matter was that they’d screwed around with the wrong f a m i l y.
Nothing was as fierce as a protective brother S C O R N E D.
* listen to me.
* need you to really listen, ok?
* i'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you.
* not a damned thing, you hear me?
* i don't know who's messing with you, or why.
* but you know me, papyrus.
* you know this is something i'm just not gonna lie about.
「 t h e y b e t t e r n o t b l i n k 」
💀||;; Sparks of azure
flare at his fingertips, but they mean no harm. No; they’re simply there to continue catching those tears, hoping to lessen their damage to his brother’s features.
He knows.
He knows the pain of the resets; of the hopelessness. Of the wishing, time and time again, that just once, it would all stop.
But he knows more than anything, that he needs to be strong. He has people to protect – He has Papyrus to p r o t e c t.
And Sans will not let him down.
* you're the greatest.
* you're so cool. .
* so amazing.
* i mean that.
* so don't listen to them. ok?
Papyrus doesn’t bother speaking up in weak protest against his brother. It’s all one’s belief, after all. It’s just one person against a world of opinions and facts. The words from his brother do seem to stop him from shaking and quivering so violently, like a wobbly tree branch in a summer storm, but he still seems... distraught. As if what he was hearing and what was being said has become distorted in the brief seconds after it was being said. A shuddering breath steadied the monster and he looks up at his brother, a look of pure hopelessness in his sockets.
“i...is it e--ven worth it anymore,
sans? no matter how many times
i say i believe in them, they just...
e-every time. every single time.
and i have to live with the fact th-
at i c--ould have stopped the
human right then. h..haha. i want
the resets to s-stop.”
Truly, he couldn’t care less that he was admitting that he knew. About the resets, about the multiple runs and bright white flashes that came from turning to dust, only to wake up in his race car bed shaking and having trouble breathing, about the restless nights where he was unsure if the human would come tomorrow or the next week after being with the lady in the ruins. Time after time he’d wake up with tears running down his face just like now, and he’d just sit there until the time he was supposed to get up and act like nothing was wrong. He had to. For Sans. For Undyne. For everyone. He might not feel happy for himself, but as long as everyone else was smiling he didn’t care. As long as everyone else was happy, he’d never care about himself. After all, it will just reset in the end... right? It’d never matter, because the human would never be satisfied with allowing them to live in peace.
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