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A story? If you insist.

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Papyrus' face whipped to the side. Bloody marrow sprayed over the snow behind the Snowdin shop. The large humanoid bear kept Papyrus trapped under him with his fat body, the weight nearly crushing the skeleton's ribs and spine.

"GET OFF ME YOU-" Papyrus was rewarded with another snarl and a solid wack over the eye sockets.

"Hur hur hur. The poor vice Captain trapped and helpless. Magic all spent from training, eh? Wonder how much LOVE I'll receive from you. I think I want to find out." The bear raised his fists and crashed them down on Papyrus' ribs. With each blow his HoPe grew lower and lower.

He cried out, sharpened teeth barely holding back the bloody murder that Papyrus' throat contained. His gloves became stained with blood as he dug his claws uselessly into the bear's gut.

This was it. After so long. After so much. A measly yawn after training had alerted a nearby enemy of weakness.

He didn't know how he'd done it. How had he failed at holding onto his mask? How had he forgotten how dangerous letting go of it was?

Unknowingly, Papyrus' sockets screwed shut as he gave up. He finally just... Let go. How peaceful. No wonder Sans was lazy all the time. It was so nice. To let go. It was over and he knew it. All his stress melted away and for once, his mind was clear of headaches and pain. Heh. How nice it felt.

Abruptly, the weight was lifted from Papyrus and he thought it had been done. He was dust. Dead. He never got to say goodbye to Sans. His sockets cracked open and he was a bit disappointed to see that death looked like the underground.

His hearing cleared in time for a large roar to erupt from his left. Papyrus' skull whipped to the side to see Sans being yanked from the bear's shoulder. Blood flew with him as he rolled over the snow and landed gracefully on his feet, teeth stained with the monster's blood. Sans spat, shaking his head to get rid of his dizziness but the bear sprung onto the littler skeleton, clocking him solidly on the socket.

"SANS!" Papyrus cried, mad with worry. His brother. His weak little brother had saved him. His 1 HP brother. He stared in amazement, but concern. Gods, Sans was going to get himself killed!

Papyrus stood in time for his soul to be captured and he was forced away, being tossed into a tree. His vision went dark.

When he woke his skull was pounding. He groaned, not wanting to rise. But he had to. He had to find Sans.

He gingerly rose from his bed and noticed the balcony door open. Sans could be seen through the glass.

The taller skeleton paused at the doorway then quickly made his way to Sans' side.

He was smoking, sockets dark. He didn't acknowledge Papyrus' presence.

Papyrus didn't know what to say. He leaned against the balcony and looked down, not looking at his brother.

Their injuries were prominent against their ivory faces. A reminder.

"SANS-"

"don't. just don't." he cut him off. His own skull pounded and he wanted nothing more than some quiet. It was nice. No screaming. No yelling. Sans didn't want to deal with the arguing anymore. He had almost lost his brother today. He didn't want to be told how foolish he had been for stepping in.

There was a long silence.

There was no breeze, no sound except for the burning of Sans' cigarette when ever he inhaled it.

Sans put it out on the railing, the burn matching so many other marks on the balcony. He turned to leave, disappearing inside their home.

Papyrus stared down at the quiet little town. The place they'd called home for years.

"THANK YOU SANS." He whispered to no one.

The words didn't seem like enough.

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Toby Fox has already stated that deltarune is basically an AU. It's not a sequel to UNDERTALE.

Yes, I know this, but even so. There is usually an explanation of some sort for AU quirks. Yes? I can think of several explanations for Sans not remembering us, and Alph and Undyne not being a thing. But some things I’ve had to do a double take and think hard about.But also!!! You cannot deny that Deltarune is after Undertale and has connections to Undertale being in it’s past. And even if it were so strewn that things don’t matter as much, it is still enjoyable to make connections and theorize as if they were directly tied, is it not? My point is, I love deltarune and undertale separately as games. I’m just taking my own little part in these fandoms and having fun with what was given to us. Even if it is all wrong. X3 Have a wonderful day, anon!! 

Guys...

What if Sans doesn't recognize Kris because they grew up?

Like. Monsters supposedly live a long time right? Kris obviously isn't as young as they were when they saved monsters. (Assuming they are the same person at all)

Like, imagine a monster visiting you after six months and you grew two feet taller or suddenly have a beard. Their minds would be blown.

Here's another drawing. But hear me out: Dragon Pirates. Has that been thought of before? And why haven't I heard about it?

Hm? What?

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