When the PuPu whisks Papyrus away, he's immediately taken aback. His jaw drops. Those googly eyes pop into full view. Snow crunches beneath his boots. Trees span far into the distance, and ahead he spots... himself. A very small, skeletal child, with a metal bowl on his head and a mixing spoon in hand. He's clad in a short-sleeved short with bone-shaped stripes, a striped orange scarf, and brown snow pants to go with his little red boots.
The younger Papyrus sniffles and cries, prompting his present self to frown and sigh. If only he could reach out a supporting hand.
But this is a memory of a time long passed. And perhaps, in time, a friendly face will lift his spirits.
Those listening closely may already hear the distant, "Dum de dum~" from a deep, baritone voice.
Everything is... Not Fine (Bad);
It's dark. So very, very dark. The distant hum of machinery echoes off the walls, a dark, almost grotesque sort of teal. Footsteps, like the humming, echo off the walls. Not that Papyrus moves- at first, anyway. Having landed here, in the True Lab, he hesitates. This is... a memory like the last, but. When? Just what awaits him if he wanders down the hallway?
As if to answer him, there's a sharp, pained, "NO!!!!!"
He flinches. But despite it all, his feet propel him forward- at least until his past self zooms by.
He's a bit shorter. His labcoat's baggier than before. Rather than his battle body, he wears baggy tan pants and an orange shirt that reads WIZ KID. Not that it's easy to make out in the dark.
With no other choice, Papyrus follows his past self into a room, lit only by the faintest glow of a skull-shaped monstrosity attached to the wall, adorned with spikes. The shadow of a taller monster stands before the machine's ominous figure, hunched over and... dripping?
There's. A trail of something sticky on the floor. A labcoat tossed aside.
Syringes, too.
The past Papyrus speaks. "UNDYNE! WHAT'S GOING ON?"
cw for bad prompt: some body horror and parallels to substance abuse?
When the PuPu whisks Papyrus away, he's immediately taken aback. His jaw drops. Those googly eyes pop into full view. Snow crunches beneath his boots. Trees span far into the distance, and ahead he spots... himself. A very small, skeletal child, with a metal bowl on his head and a mixing spoon in hand. He's clad in a short-sleeved short with bone-shaped stripes, a striped orange scarf, and brown snow pants to go with his little red boots.
The younger Papyrus sniffles and cries, prompting his present self to frown and sigh. If only he could reach out a supporting hand.
But this is a memory of a time long passed. And perhaps, in time, a friendly face will lift his spirits.
Those listening closely may already hear the distant, "Dum de dum~" from a deep, baritone voice.
Everything is... Not Fine (Bad);
It's dark. So very, very dark. The distant hum of machinery echoes off the walls, a dark, almost grotesque sort of teal. Footsteps, like the humming, echo off the walls. Not that Papyrus moves- at first, anyway. Having landed here, in the True Lab, he hesitates. This is... a memory like the last, but. When? Just what awaits him if he wanders down the hallway?
As if to answer him, there's a sharp, pained, "NO!!!!!"
He flinches. But despite it all, his feet propel him forward- at least until his past self zooms by.
He's a bit shorter. His labcoat's baggier than before. Rather than his battle body, he wears baggy tan pants and an orange shirt that reads WIZ KID. Not that it's easy to make out in the dark.
With no other choice, Papyrus follows his past self into a room, lit only by the faintest glow of a skull-shaped monstrosity attached to the wall, adorned with spikes. The shadow of a taller monster stands before the machine's ominous figure, hunched over and... dripping?
There's. A trail of something sticky on the floor. A labcoat tossed aside.
Syringes, too.
The past Papyrus speaks. "UNDYNE! WHAT'S GOING ON?"
But his present self is stunned silent.