From My OC; Glitch's point of view. Something happened while Papyrus was out...and that may or may not ruin Glitchie's ''''life'''' once Papyrus comes home and finds the human. . . . . . . . No, no, no, no, no, No, NO! This couldn’t–! How–?! Why nowww?? The way Papyrus slowly locked the door agonized me even more than how he’d called my name when he came in. I needed to– To get the…the lock. Just– he couldn’t see me like this. He wasn’t THAT stupid in any alternative universe to not remember a human on sight. My soul was slowly breaking though, dust floating off of my arms. I couldn’t let him see me like this. He’d hate me, loathe me even. I couldn’t let that happen! The only reason I live is because of him. It doesn’t matter if eventually he’ll forget because of the changing around, still knowing somewhere he’d have found a way to start hating he– Another extreme pain in my chest, knocking me off of my slow, stumbling process I’d made before. I tried making my fall onto the floor quiet, not wanting Papyrus to hurry thinking anything was wrong. It’d be a lie though, everything was going wrong. My head was spinning, my legs feeling like jelly, my throat sore every time I said even a small ‘ow’, and worst of all; my soul was literally splitting apart. In any other situation I’d have accepted my fate, but not in this one! Not so close to the other one changing again. Undertale I believe it’s called now, with the nicest Papyrus, the most oblivious… I refuse to believe something like this could’ve ruined my chances of survival in the EASIEST one to get by. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, the emotions not helping the aching all over. “Sans?” Papyrus sounded fairly quiet, making me nearly choke on my saliva trying to silence myself. He could've been listening for me, and then heard which had him become quieter. O-Oh noooo, I couldn’t do this! His boots slowly clacked as they walked up the stairs, adding another bit of angst as I tried to scramble up. All I could barely do though was move my arms. I just felt so weak, so damn tired. I couldn’t sleep though. It was a waste of time, not to mention the torture of the reoccurring nightmares that intertwine with such. I was shaking, my bare feet cold against the floor that was so near the ground of Snowdin. I didn’t like this, I wanted this entire thing, my 'life’ to be a dream. To just wake up one day and find Papyrus - my Papyrus I’d grown up with - above me, just telling me it was all a bad dream. However, if it was a bad dream…I was never waking up. My chest laying against the floor was having my breaths become ragged, my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest to join my soul in rhythm. It was so painful to feel both hearing out of pattern. None of what I was used to whatsoever. Being human in a universe was eh, but in somewhere where I had always snuck past? Absurd… But…the door opened. Papyrus was there standing over me. I broke down into tears even more, shuddering as I could feel my soul darken with hatred over taking it. Hatred for myself. How weak I was in every single little situation… I glanced up at him, only to look down in shame, “i’m so…sorry….”. I didn’t bother to be quiet, I felt like I was dying. Everyone’s jeers just covering most of my thoughts. The only thing that cut through them all, those words that’ve been embedded into my every living bone over years. The wounds that I’ve been forced to make for their pleasure that were worn over and over until they become one with my skin pattern…it was Papyrus’ arms. And yet.. He didn’t yell, he didn’t seem scared. He just hugged me. He hugged me and spoke my name. “I’m here…for you….o-okay?” His voice sounded like it was slightly breaking, “Okay, Sans?”. My soul would’ve broken to pieces if it weren’t for Frisk’s determination to help me stay alive. … Ha…ha…even after all these years, I relied on them, and them on me… But no one could help with the blackness in my soul, slowly growing with every moment despite what anyone tried. One day...It'd simply crack.
