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[meatbrained]

( five + one )

how it works:

i. post a comment with the characters you play.
ii. go around and prompt other players with a 5 + 1 prompt (e.g. "Five times Hope said sorry and one time he didn't")
iii. write a fic for the prompts people leave you!
iv. enjoy your fic? we hope?

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...and one time he did.

[skelebro]

There's not much left of a monster once they've been dusted. Everything goes down with them. Clothing, any belongings they might've had on their person, everything. Papyrus had folded as easily as a house of cards, the pink leather of a glove slamming into his body and reducing it to gray, fluttering powder.

He can never be sure what parts of the snow and ice are the remnants of his brother and what parts are just...ice. Traditionally, you're supposed to spread those remains on something the monster loved. Sans can't say Papyrus loved this particular patch of ground, not any more than he loved any other part of Snowdin.

It'll have to do.

He rakes phalanges through the snow, hoping vaguely that some part of his brother's dust is in the handful he scoops up and lets filter lifelessly through the bones of his hand.

W-WELL, THAT'S NOT WHAT I EXPECTED... BUT... ST... STILL! I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO A LITTLE BETTER! EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK SO! The echoes could be the dust that may or may not be in his hand (Schrodinger's dust? Nah, sounds stupid), or they could be just Sans, Sans and his stupid, self-autolyzing brain dredging up the memories that flicker past like moths. I...I PROMISE...

"Yeah," whispers Sans. "You promise, huh?"

He stands up and shakes his hand free of dust, of snow, of whatever might've been in his hands.

"Okay, bro. You win." His eyesockets are hollow as he grins down at the nondescript patch of snow where Papyrus had made his last, doomed stand, where he must've known he would die, where he chose to stand and passively accept it anyway, because anyone, anyone can be a good person, can't they? Anyone can be a good person if they just try.

Sans doesn't crunch through the snow. He doesn't do much of anything. One second he's in Snowdin, and the next he's just outside New Home, striding easily through the grayed-out hallways.

"Let's give 'em another chance, huh?"

[beautyis]

cries!!!! i asked for death and i got it!!!!

[skelebro]

SORRY BRO