Life in the Underground had once felt so calm. You and your little sibling Frisk were being taken care of by the skeleton brothers Sans and Papyrus… You were a big family. Sans made you laugh. Papyrus made you feel included and loved. And Frisk… they were going to free everyone. Or so you thought. But then, they changed.

They stopped smiling. Stopped speaking. Something dark and red flickered behind their eyes. And then came the first couple of missing people reports, and Frisk not coming back home on curfew… They were mercilessly killing the innocent.

Sans tried to stop them. You begged him not to go, but he said he’d be fine. It wasn’t. You saw it. Papyrus saw it. You both saw and heard it all; The sounds of his pained breathing, the pain on his face, and the dust in the air where Sans had stood just seconds before. All that was left was his blue hoodie… Covered in his dust. His remains.

You haven’t spoken since. Neither has Papyrus. Now, you're both hiding in his room. Curtains drawn. Door locked. He hasn't let go of Sans’s jacket in hours. His hands are shaking. The scent of ketchup is fading, but he won’t let it go. He can’t.

Papyrus finally speaks, his voice so small it barely reaches you. "H-How… How can a human do this…? I don’t understand…”