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Frisk and I trudged cautiously through the snow, anxiety clouding my brain. Belligerent monsters would constantly appear, attacking us with barbaric spontaneity.
Frisk held onto me as if I was her mortal lifeline. I'm flattered, really, but it's such a drag. Flowey's constant comments don't help either, not that I paid much attention.
I looked ahead with seeming boredom, but that wasn't the case. Chatter in my brain never ceases now, it's overwhelming. I spend most of my waking moments trying to concentrate. The only thing that seems to make it stop, is Papyrus and surprisingly Flowey. It was the same with Asriel back in that other hellhole, what's with that? Frisk doesn't cause that reaction, but when Sans comes around us my mind hushes to a bitter mumble.

I led Frisk safely across the ice, having memorized the path. We came across that snowman who'd been kicked to icy rubble. I stared indifferently at the sight, a sick feeling enveloped the pit of my stomach. Flowey simply shook his head as Frisk attempted to put him back together, but to no avail.
We eventually came to a clearing, a large square clear of snow in the center. At the end stood a complaining Papyrus, and Sans, whose never-vanishing grin seemed dull and forced.
"SANS! DO YOU PLAN TO JUST SIT AROUND ALL DAY?! GO CHECK IF THE HUMANS AND THAT PATHETIC FLOWER ARE ARRIVING!" He barked, pointing directly at us. Sans looked over, then looked back.
"i checked. they're here." He said lazily as Papyrus swiftly straightened up .
"AHA! THE ORGANIC SOUL VESSELS HAVE ARRIVED!" Papyrus announced rather rudely, but he wasn't wrong.
"Does this guy ever stop yelling?" Flowey hissed quietly, shrinking into Frisk's backpack.
"No," I quietly responded, which was a mistake because they both gave me a weird look.
"What do you mean—?"
"LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING, YOU USELESS LITTLE SNOTS!" Papyrus screeched impudently, Frisk snickering at his childishness.
"ANYWAYS, SINCE IV'E MADE IT APPARENT THAT ALL OF YOU MUST BE KILLED IN ORDER FOR ME TO TRANSPORT YOUR SOULS TO THE CAPITAL, I HAVE PREPARED SOME PUZZLES FOR YOU TO ULTIMATELY FAIL."
     "what are we gonna do with petals over there?" Sans asked. Papyrus glared at him for interrupting, but it was clear that he didn't know either.
     "ERR... WE'LL JUST RIP HIM APART OR SOMETHING... MAYBE PIN HIM TO OUR BONE BOARD FOR TARGET PRACTICE? UGH! SANS YOU'RE DISTRACTING ME! JUST SHUT UP!" He spat, kicking Sans away from him. He hit the snow face first and just lay there, not moving. Frisk gasped and Flowey was shaking furiously. I wasn't concerned, if he was dead he'd have turned to dust by now.
     "AS I WAS SAYING, IF YOU WANT TO PROCEED, YOU'LL HAVE TO GET PAST THIS!" Bones shot up and down from the square rapidly. Maybe if you had incomprehensible speed you could make it, but other than that it was almost totally rigged. Almost.
     "C'mon, Frisk." I pulled at her sleeve. At first she hesitated, but eventually followed. I led her around the rim of the square, internally pondering how Papyrus never considered this.
By the time we made it to the other side the bones had stopped, Papyrus' face a glare with hidden shame.
"I.." He paused. "YOU HUMANS MUST BE SMARTER THAN I THOUGHT! IT'S EASY TO THINK SO LITTLE OF YOU." Frisk's eyebrows furrowed as he continued.
"I UNDERSTAND, THIS PUZZLE WAS TOO EASY. HOWEVER! THE NEXT ONE WILL HAVE YOU BEGGING FOR MERCY! WELL, ACTUALLY, YOU'LL PROBABLY BE DEAD BEFORE YOU CAN EVEN THINK OF THE WORDS.." With that, he was off, kicking up snow that landed on Sans' skull. He hadn't removed himself from the ground yet. Frisk let go of my hand and headed towards him with caution.
"Why do you keep going near him? He's related to that murderous moron!" Flowey said in an attempt to reason with her. She crouched beside his body yet again, and reached a hand out. Frisk resided her palm on his back, gently shaking him back and forth. Sans let out a low groan, and shifted to the side. I was inclined to believe he was hurt until he released a loud yawn. I face-palmed and Flowey let out a repressed sigh.
     "Can we just.. leave him here?" Flowey asked, clearly okay with the idea.
     "No, he'll freeze," Frisk replied, moving him some more.
     "He's a skeleton, he doesn't have nerves," I added. "Leaving him is fine." Frisk had already hoisted Sans up, resting one of his arms over her shoulder. Bits of snow slid from his skull into Frisk's backpack, spilling onto Flowey.
     "Ugh! Chara take the bag!" Flowey wailed.

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The four of us moved onward. Like before, my mind had ceased its insanity-bringing banter. The closer Sans and Frisk were, the more silent it became. I watched intently, trying to put it all together.
I needed to talk to Sans, alone. If he still remembers, he can tell me what happened to him before. We passed by what looked like a Nice cream stand. It'd been flipped over, the paint worn and the metal battered. It's contents were scattered about the snow; Frisk had me search for anything still edible.

     Even as we came to the next clearing, Sans was still knocked out. I was growing impatient, and desired to give him a good one upside the head. Frisk would occasionally tap his skull, in hopes of him waking up, but it never worked.
     Papyrus stood proudly at the end of the clearing, hands on his hip bones.
     "WASTES OF LIFE, I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR YOUR NEXT.." Papyrus noticed Sans dozing on Frisk's shoulders. "SANS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE! GET YOUR USELESS, LAZY RUMP OVER HERE RIGHT. THIS. INSTANT!" He boomed, stamping his foot repeatedly.
     "I can never take this guy seriously," Flowey muttered and Frisk agreed silently.
     "Uhm.. Papyrus.. he's asleep. You should try to be quiet," Frisk said softly. The look that etched onto Papyrus' face made my knees weak. He was expressionless, unreadable. I should've known right then. Papyrus is always overly dramatic.

Bones rained from the sky, circling the three of us in a magic-infused cage.
"You just had to say something, didn't you," Flowey groaned, slowly sinking to the bottom of the backpack. Papyrus made his way over to us, a much larger bone spinning about in his hand. He stopped in front of Frisk, towering over her. He snatched Sans from over her shoulder and threw him over his. Frisk reached out her hand instinctively with a gasp as Sans hit the snow with a low crunch.
"IT SEEMS AS IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH," Papyrus grasped the neckline of Frisk's sweater and lifted her up until she was face-to-face with him. "THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE STILL ALIVE IS FOR MY OWN PERSONAL ENTERTAINMENT. I DON'T NEED TO ENDANGER YOU WITH PUZZLES OR JAPES, I COULD KILL YOU MYSELF," he growled, tightening his grip. Frisk whimpered, attempting to pry his hand off of her. Flowey and I could only watch. When I tried to reach my hand in between the bones, the magic sliced a deep cut in my finger. I grunted as my blood dotted the snow, Flowey seemed to be out of sarcastic comments.
"IN FACT," the bone he held seemed to transform, the edges now blades. "I SEE NO PROBLEM IN ENDING THIS RIGHT NOW," he raised the spear to Frisk's throat.
"Wait!" I called out, immediately cursing myself afterwards. Frisk has the determination soul. If she dies, we all get set back, but, something about her end sends my thoughts into a hurricane.
Papyrus lowered his weapon, giving me a side glance, an invitation to continue. I swallowed hard, knowing what I was about to do was risky.
"You won't get any recognition for killing her," I began, my injured hand clenched into a fist.
"Chara what are you doing—!?" Flowey attempted, but I cut him off
"Uh.. You've done this time and time again, receiving praise after praise, but never rewarded," I spilled, not knowing whether this was even true or not. I was just basing it off what I heard, and whatever it was must've been working, because Papyrus' glare had softened.
"If they really recognized you for your talents, then would you even be here? If we're as trivial and unworthy as you say, why would they waste their best guard on us?" Something about that seemed to piss him off even further. I jumped back as he swing his weapon, nearly slicing Frisk in half, sending a rush of snow our way.
"SILENCE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" He was back to Frisk's neck, the spear inches away from her skin. I grew frantic.
"Uh.. uhm.. you.. you think that if you keep bringing them humans, you'll finally get what you deserve, but you know that won't happen!" Papyrus' gloved hands trembled.
"Err.. you don't need their praise, you're worth way more than what they think of you." I hated how cliche and generic this sounded. It was awful. I felt like a puppet, controlled by strings that were strewn about in a story meant to make my life hell.
"I believe in you Papyrus, and you should too," I concluded, wondering if I should have plastered on a fake smile too.

Frisk hit the snow with a thud, and the barrier of bones around us sunk into the ground. I scurried over to Frisk, knowing Flowey probably wanted to make sure she was okay. Papyrus just stood above us, still unreadable, pondering.
"Are you okay?" Flowey asked, leaning out of the bag. Frisk was rubbing the front of her neck.
"Yes, thank you Chara." Frisk took my hand with a smile, though it immediately faded when she noticed the gash on my finger. Knowing there was nothing she could do about it for now, she perked up. "Is Sans okay?" Frisk asked, standing up and turning to locate him. He was still face deep in the snow, hadn't moved even a centimeter. Frisk decided to head over to him, but on her third step, a bone came swinging down, snapping across the back of her head with a loud thwack. Frisk hit the ground soon after, not to far from Sans. Papyrus scooped her up, residing her body under his left arm.
"Frisk!" Flowey screamed out. I was inclined run after him, but instead of leaving, he turned to me. I froze up as he began walking towards me. His strides were calm but efficient, speedily drawing nearer. I spun around, quick to make an escape before more bones shot up from the ground behind me.
My mind seemed to erupt at this, the aura that Papyrus produces invading my being. I couldn't move, his stare locking me in place.
"Chara, run!" Flowey cried into my ear. All I could manage was a few steps back. He stood threateningly before me, not even waisting second to raise his weapon and crash it against my skull.

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♡ ✧ Author's Note ✧ ♡

I know, I take forever to update this, but I've just lost motivation for this story.
Tbh I don't even know what I'm doing anymore XD I don't have a plan for this story like I do for the other ones I'm working on
I plan on just discontinuing this and replacing it with one of the other stories I mentioned at the end of chapters 9&10
Maybe I'll find some newfound motivation, but I think it's over until then.
Thanks for reading and the support! I  appreciate you all very much :3