Underearth/Book 3/Chapter 4

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The moment Frisk entered Snowdin Town, he could feel that something was wrong. Looking in the first building of the town, which was the shop, he found that nobody was inside. Looking around further, he found a note, hastily written, lying on the desk.

"Please don't hurt my family." the note read.

*So, they knew I was coming...* Frisk thought, deeply disappointed that nobody was around to satiate the thirst of his blade.

Looking around the shop further, he found that the owners left in such a hurry, they didn't have the time to pack up their inventory. Frisk took advantage of this, vaulting the counter to get a closer look at the wares.

Though it was mostly clothing and food, Frisk did find a single item of interest hidden among the useless items. A small leather sheath that fit the dagger perfectly. Taking it, Frisk also grabbed a belt; looping the sheath to the belt, which he threaded through the loops of his pants. Once finished, he vaulted back over the counter and exited the shop.

After exiting the shop, Frisk started making his way through the town. It was eerie to find the town, which was normally bustling with joy, real and fake, so quiet.

Eventually, Frisk finally made it to the other side of the town, the side that led to the Waterfall Caves. Walking out into the intermediary space that lay between the end of Snowdin Town and the start of the Waterfall Caves, Frisk found Papyrus blocking the way.

"HALT, HUMAN!" Papyrus shouted.

Frisk ignored him and continued forward.

"HEY, QUIT MOVING WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE SOME THINGS TO SAY."

Frisk stopped.

"FIRST, YOU'RE A FREAKING WEIRDO! NOT ONLY DO YOU NOT LIKE PUZZLES, BUT THE WAY YOU SHAMBLE ABOUT FROM PLACE TO PLACE... THE WAY YOU ARE ALWAYS COVERED IN DUSTY POWDER. IT FEELS... LIKE YOUR LIFE IS GOING DOWN A DANGEROUS PATH."

Frisk huffed at that statement. *I'm doing this for your own good, you numbskull.* He thought.

"HOWEVER!" Papyrus continued. "I, PAPYRUS, SEE GREAT POTENTIAL WITHIN YOU! EVERYONE CAN BE A GREAT PERSON IF THEY TRY! AND ME, I HARDLY HAVE TO TRY AT ALL!!! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!"

*That's it, I'm done listening.* Frisk thought as he started moving closer to Papyrus.

"HEY, QUIT MOVING!" Papyrus objected. "THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!"

Frisk stopped again.

"HUMAN! I THINK YOU ARE IN NEED OF GUIDANCE! SOMEONE NEEDS TO KEEP YOU ON THE STRAIT AND NARROW! BUT WORRY NOT! I, PAPYRUS..." Papyrus hesitated for just a second before continuing. "WILL GLADLY BE YOUR FRIEND AND TUTOR! I WILL TURN YOUR LIFE RIGHT AROUND!!!"

Frisk once again walked towards Papyrus.

"I SEE YOU ARE APPROACHING." Papyrus said.

Frisk sheathed the dagger and brought his arms out to their fullest extent.

"ARE YOU OFFERING A HUG OF ACCEPTANCE? WOWIE!! MY LESSONS ARE ALREADY WORKING!! I, PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!"

Papyrus crouched down onto a knee, stretching his own arms wide. When Frisk got close to Papyrus, he began closing his arms towards Papyrus's neck. Upon getting close, instead of following through with the hug Papyrus expected, Frisk grabbed hold of Papyrus's skull, planted his boot onto Papyrus's chest, and tore his skull from his spine. As this happened, Papyrus let out an ear-splitting screech. Once separated, his body simply remained where it was.

"W— WELL, THAT'S NOT WHAT I EXPECTED..." Papyrus said. "BUT... ST... STILL! I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO A LITTLE BETTER! EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK SO! I... I PROMISE..."

Frisk, ignoring Papyrus's last words of affirmation, threw his head to the ground and slammed down on it with his boot, shattering it into pieces. The shards and body then turned to dust.

Great warmth built up in Frisk's chest when Papyrus turned to dust. Frisk also thought he felt that his chest was a little heavier than it was before, but perhaps it was just his imagination. Connecting again to LOV, Frisk felt that Sans and the townsfolk had fled the Snowdin Province. Yet something didn't add up in Frisk's head. When he'd started, he made sure to count every single Monster he slew. Yet, even with all that, there seemed to be one SOUL unaccounted for.

*Maybe I just miscounted...* Frisk thought.

With Snowdin now cleared, LOV pointed Frisk into the Waterfall Caves, towards his next victims.