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there is a firm click as the collar locks into place and honey reaches up to feel along the ring of metal around his throat, cold and heavy.  alphys steps back and, sharing a sickly expression with her girlfriend, sighs.  

❛ This doesn’t feel right.  You’re not some criminal, Papyrus! ❜  at that undyne flinches; it was her idea, after all.  

❛ it’s for the best, ❜ honey says offhandedly.  ❛ i could’ve really hurt clem, or worse...if it came to that, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself. ❜

❛ ...There’s no way of knowing if it’ll happen again or not, ❜ the former royal scientist says softly, lacing her fingers together in front of her and squeezing.  ❛ Until we find a solution, this should keep him from...attacking anyone again... ❜

now it’s honey’s turn to flinch, his gaze falling to the floor────lord knows he could just die after what happened at clem’s place.  that’s when he feels a strong grip on his shoulder and looks up to meet alphys’ determined stare.  it burns through him.

❛ HEY!  Don’t look so miserable!  You’re not a bad person, okay!?  You’re just...sick or something.  But!  We’re going to figure out what’s wrong with you!  And when we do, WE’RE GONNA KICK ITS ASS!!  But, uh...in the meanwhile, wear a scarf or something, okay?  Seeing you wear that magic suppressing collar is depressing. ❜

honey drums phalanges over the metal ring in thought and with a wry chuckle.  ❛ now i just need a leash. ❜

❛ OH MY GOD, STOP?! ❜

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❛ I-I really can’t guarantee that I’ll b-be able to...identify what’s wr-wrong with you, Papyrus...much less solve it...since I...I don’t have a lab anymore... ❜

❛ CAN YOU AT LEAST TRY? ❜

❛ bro, c’mon────she’s just tellin’ it like it is. ❜

perhaps this is why papyrus was so hesitant to meet with undyne regarding his...condition; in the back of his mind he knew that without the proper equipment, there is little that she can do.  yeah, that’s it.

the fish monster chews at her her lower lip and tucks a shock of bright red hair behind a fin────thanks to years of befriending her, this tells papyrus that the former royal scientist is in a state of duress.  worried for him, feeling helpless.  it occurs to papyrus that his bombastic older brother is doing very little to make this any better for her.

❛ ────sans, maybe you should...leave. ❜  well, there’s no easy way to say that.

❛ ABSOLUTELY NOT! ❜  the shorter skeleton folds his arms over his chest, physically roadblocking this topic to further discussion.  ❛ I’VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH THE SECRETS, PAPYRUS────WHATEVER COMES UP NEXT, I WANT TO KNOW! ❜

papyrus struggles not to sigh.

❛ you’re being very demanding and it’s stressing undyne out. ❜  again, he couldn’t really have put it more delicately, right?  stupefied, sans’ arms drops to his side and he looks to undyne.

❛ U-um!  I mean!  I completely understand your feelings, Sans, ❜ undyne frets, casting a quick frown at papyrus in disapproval; thanks for pushing her into the headlights.  ❛ But...he’s...right.  I-I don’t work well under pressure. ❜

❛ pushing down on me~ ❜

❛ QUIT THAT. ❜

❛ nyeh heh heh, sorry. ❜

sans’ jaw tightens and he’s now worrying his fingertips along the seam of a glove.  ❛ OKAY.  AS MUCH AS I WANT TO BE HERE TO SUPPORT MY LITTLE BROTHER, I REALIZE I’M PROBABLY NOT.  GOING TO BE ABLE TO STOP MYSELF.  FROM FREAKING OUT!  SO──── ❜

undyne interjects, ❛ I can at least!  Um.  T-Tell you what I’m thinking of. ❜  she doesn’t want to see sans so upset.  ❛ The last time Papyrus was affected by his unknown condition, it was in his sleep, right?  S-So, I could monitor him for a while.  Do a sleep study, so to speak.  Examine what is happening with this stats while he’s unconscious.  D-Don’t worry; my sleep schedule is already in hell. ❜

from the look on his face, sans isn’t entirely sure what undyne means; must be some kinda science-y jargon.  ❛ DOES HE NEED TO STAY HERE ALL DAY? ❜

❛ I think...m-maybe starting tomorrow, yes.  Spend the next 24 hours here so I can keep an eye on things.  Cuz he says that something weird is happening to him while he’s awake too.  If he has another episode here, I can readily CHECK him. ❜

❛ WHAT IF NOTHING HAPPENS TOMORROW THOUGH? ❜

❛ Then we keep trying, I guess...? ❜

papyrus lifts a hand.  ❛ can i give my input?  i don’t like this idea.  i don’t want to just live with undyne────no offense────until something happens.  i’ve got a life, yanno. ❜

❛ PAPYRUS──── ❜

❛ I-I suppose it’s okay...if you know anyone who can keep tabs on your stats for you... ❜

papyrus takes pause.

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i was reading a lot of underswap headcanons,

and wow i 

i like the idea that swappaps is really awkward, lonely and p anxious. he just wants friends. please help this child

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Shine razor eyes in delight. Shine razor eyes before you die. Shine razor eyes in this light. There’s a cold breeze blowing over my soul. (x)

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the dregs of sleep are gracelessly torn from his skull as he’s all at once hit with a wave of sensations.  everything is sharp and beyond perfect────sight, sound, smell, touch, probably taste were he eating anything.  but it’s all too much and all too sudden that it throws him out of his surroundings and…back into those fractals.  

that.  that part is different.  but the rush, the subsequent numbness is far too familiar.

EXP.  “execution points.”  a way of quantifying the pain you have inflicted on others.────

❛ ────PAPYRUS?! ❜

when he comes back he finds himself just standing in the middle of his room, which in and of itself isn’t anything unusual.  but he’s hunched over, his brother grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him with urgency.  and it looks like he had engaged with an invisible adversary────bone attacks litter the walls, have made a pincushion of his television, the door, his bass amp, the bed.  a few things were fortunately spared, and thankfully it seems that sans is not harmed.  clearly disturbed, frightened, but unharmed.

❛ WHAT HAPPENED?? ❜ sans asks, after having determined that his little brother has returned from what he can only surmise to be some sort of fugue state, what with the way papyrus’ eyelights confusedly flit about to absorb the damage.  ❛ I HEARD A LOUD CRASH AND WHEN I CAME IN…WERE YOU HAVING A NIGHTMARE? ❜

papyrus’ line of sight falls back on his brother, and he just…just hates that look on his face.  he frowns and shrugs out of san’s hold.  ❛ no.  i’m fine. ❜  god, he could just smack that look off his face, why he is even looking at him like────

he’s being CHECKED.

now both brothers are wearing matching expressions, papyrus mimicking sans’ sockets wide with horror, eyelights narrowed into little pinpricks.  and it’s so quiet for a moment, until sans asks with shaking voice:

❛ PAP, WH…WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE 5 LV?! ❜

when you kill someone, your EXP increases.  when you have enough EXP, your LOVE increases.

there’s no answer, because papyrus abruptly vanishes from his room and takes a shortcut right to the park.  it’s empty; he sits on a swing.  

he’s a wire of tension drawn too taut; trembling hand reaches into the front pocket of his hoodie────the one he fell asleep in, the one that always carries a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.  only when he lights up, he just…snuffs the cherry out against his collarbone with a pained hiss.  it’s not the best way, but it’s the one that brings him back down.

“level of violence.”  a way of measuring someone’s capacity to hurt.  the more you kill, the easier it gets…

…what is happening to him?

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the dregs of sleep are gracelessly torn from his skull as he’s all at once hit with a wave of sensations.  everything is sharp and beyond perfect────sight, sound, smell, touch, probably taste were he eating anything.  but it’s all too much and all too sudden that it throws him out of his surroundings and...back into those fractals.  

that.  that part is different.  but the rush, the subsequent numbness is far too familiar.

EXP.  “execution points.”  a way of quantifying the pain you have inflicted on others.────

❛ ────PAPYRUS?! ❜

when he comes back he finds himself just standing in the middle of his room, which in and of itself isn’t anything unusual.  but he’s hunched over, his brother grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him with urgency.  and it looks like he had engaged with an invisible adversary────bone attacks litter the walls, have made a pincushion of his television, the door, his bass amp, the bed.  a few things were fortunately spared, and thankfully it seems that sans is not harmed.  clearly disturbed, frightened, but unharmed.

❛ WHAT HAPPENED?? ❜ sans asks, after having determined that his little brother has returned from what he can only surmise to be some sort of fugue state, what with the way papyrus’ eyelights confusedly flit about to absorb the damage.  ❛ I HEARD A LOUD CRASH AND WHEN I CAME IN...WERE YOU HAVING A NIGHTMARE? ❜

papyrus’ line of sight falls back on his brother, and he just...just hates that look on his face.  he frowns and shrugs out of san’s hold.  ❛ no.  i’m fine. ❜  god, he could just smack that look off his face, why he is even looking at him like────

he’s being CHECKED.

now both brothers are wearing matching expressions, papyrus mimicking sans’ sockets wide with horror, eyelights narrowed into little pinpricks.  and it’s so quiet for a moment, until sans asks with shaking voice:

❛ PAP, WH...WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE 5 LV?! ❜

when you kill someone, your EXP increases.  when you have enough EXP, your LOVE increases.

there’s no answer, because papyrus abruptly vanishes from his room and takes a shortcut right to the park.  it’s empty; he sits on a swing.  

he’s a wire of tension drawn too taut; trembling hand reaches into the front pocket of his hoodie────the one he fell asleep in, the one that always carries a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.  only when he lights up, he just...snuffs the cherry out against his collarbone with a pained hiss.  it’s not the best way, but it’s the one that brings him back down.

“level of violence.”  a way of measuring someone’s capacity to hurt.  the more you kill, the easier it gets...

...what is happening to him?

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so he woke up on the floor this morning.

this, of course, was after dreaming of the screaming fractals of colors again.  this time they were encroaching────walls closing in on him from all sides.  well, no, not quite like that.  they were already enveloping him; he was just a body floating in its midst.  and then they grabbed hold of him, compacting and concentrating.  to hazard another comparison; what it must feel like to be buried alive in cement, then for it to dry and harden into concrete.  also, if that cement was highly corrosive.  tried as he might to fight them off they broke him apart atom by atom, molecule by molecule, until his entire being was gone────yet at the same time not.  not unlike the resets, but…different in a distinctive way that he couldn’t describe if asked.  and those particular nightmares always feel so isolating, but this time?  this time it was like taking a weird trip and becoming one with the universe.  it wanted him to feel right, but it didn’t.  it wanted him to be…something.

either way he feels like absolute shit.

he sits up and all of his bones ache, like maybe he really had been completely and wholly dismantled the night before, and he’s anxious as hell.  once he gets back up onto his feet he shuffles out of the room and down the stairs, beckoned by the smell of food.  sans is cooking, of course────come hell or high water he will perfect the poached egg────and he seems a little startled to see his younger brother.

❛ GOOD MORNING, PAPYRUS!  YOU’RE UP EARLY. ❜

normally his brother has to come wake him up for breakfast; rarely is papyrus ever conscious to take audience to the cooking process.

❛ yeah, guess so, ❜ he answers with a noncommittal hum.  ❛ hey, sans?  you think you could run a quick check on me?  not feeling too hot right now. ❜

taking the pot off the heat, sans now gives his brother his undivided attention, brows furrowed with concern.  if papyrus says he’s not okay, then he must really not be okay.

the taller skeleton flinches as he feels himself being checked────after that dream it feels especially invasive────then jolts with surprise when sans gasps, gloved hands flying over his mouth as he stares wide-eyed.  there’s another check.

❛ wh-what’re you──── ❜

❛ PAPYRUS, I DON’T BELIEVE IT! ❜  sans stamps his feet excitedly, like he’s about to take off running.  ❛ YOUR HP!  IT’S!!  3!!!  YOU HAVE 3HP NOW, LITTLE BRO!!!! ❜

obviously this is incredible news.  a damned miracle.  but papyrus just stands there stunned silent, even as sans throws his arms around him in a big congratulatory hug.

❛ THIS IS SO WONDERFUL!  I’M GONNA GO GET MY PHONE AND CALL ALPHYS!  AND THE HUMAN!  AND-AND-AND MR. ASGORE!  OH, YOU’LL WANT TO TELL CLEM ABOUT THIS, TOO, RIGHT?  GOSH, WHAT IF IT KEEPS GOING UP?!  OKAY, OKAY, I’LL CALM DOWN.  OKAY.  I’M GONNA GO GET MY PHONE! ❜

the smaller skeleton releases him and dashes up the stairs.  and papyrus just kinda…looks down at his hands in disbelief.

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so he woke up on the floor this morning.

this, of course, was after dreaming of the screaming fractals of colors again.  this time they were encroaching────walls closing in on him from all sides.  well, no, not quite like that.  they were already enveloping him; he was just a body floating in its midst.  and then they grabbed hold of him, compacting and concentrating.  to hazard another comparison; what it must feel like to be buried alive in cement, then for it to dry and harden into concrete.  also, if that cement was highly corrosive.  tried as he might to fight them off they broke him apart atom by atom, molecule by molecule, until his entire being was gone────yet at the same time not.  not unlike the resets, but...different in a distinctive way that he couldn’t describe if asked.  and those particular nightmares always feel so isolating, but this time?  this time it was like taking a weird trip and becoming one with the universe.  it wanted him to feel right, but it didn’t.  it wanted him to be...something.

either way he feels like absolute shit.

he sits up and all of his bones ache, like maybe he really had been completely and wholly dismantled the night before, and he’s anxious as hell.  once he gets back up onto his feet he shuffles out of the room and down the stairs, beckoned by the smell of food.  sans is cooking, of course────come hell or high water he will perfect the poached egg────and he seems a little startled to see his younger brother.

❛ GOOD MORNING, PAPYRUS!  YOU’RE UP EARLY. ❜

normally his brother has to come wake him up for breakfast; rarely is papyrus ever conscious to take audience to the cooking process.

❛ yeah, guess so, ❜ he answers with a noncommittal hum.  ❛ hey, sans?  you think you could run a quick check on me?  not feeling too hot right now. ❜

taking the pot off the heat, sans now gives his brother his undivided attention, brows furrowed with concern.  if papyrus says he’s not okay, then he must really not be okay.

the taller skeleton flinches as he feels himself being checked────after that dream it feels especially invasive────then jolts with surprise when sans gasps, gloved hands flying over his mouth as he stares wide-eyed.  there’s another check.

❛ wh-what’re you──── ❜

❛ PAPYRUS, I DON’T BELIEVE IT! ❜  sans stamps his feet excitedly, like he’s about to take off running.  ❛ YOUR HP!  IT’S!!  3!!!  YOU HAVE 3HP NOW, LITTLE BRO!!!! ❜

obviously this is incredible news.  a damned miracle.  but papyrus just stands there stunned silent, even as sans throws his arms around him in a big congratulatory hug.

❛ THIS IS SO WONDERFUL!  I’M GONNA GO GET MY PHONE AND CALL ALPHYS!  AND THE HUMAN!  AND-AND-AND MR. ASGORE!  OH, YOU’LL WANT TO TELL CLEM ABOUT THIS, TOO, RIGHT?  GOSH, WHAT IF IT KEEPS GOING UP?!  OKAY, OKAY, I’LL CALM DOWN.  OKAY.  I’M GONNA GO GET MY PHONE! ❜

the smaller skeleton releases him and dashes up the stairs.  and papyrus just kinda...looks down at his hands in disbelief.

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it’s like that awkward lurch in your soul when you put your foot down and your mind, your body, everything is expecting and prepared to go up a step that isn’t actually there.  honey catches himself before he stumbles, blinking dumbly at the sidewalk.

what the hell was that?  he’s stone-cold sober, just walking back home with his brother after going to the convenience store down the block for snacks, but…the world just bent and warped itself into this screaming legion of colors and fractals────he heard it.  saw it.

❛ PAPYRUS? ❜

his head snaps up to see his brother looking back at him with mild concern.  ❛ ARE YOU ALRIGHT? ❜

honey, out of habit, just smiles.  ❛ yeah, bro. ❜

❛ ARE YOU SURE? ❜

❛ of course i’m sure.  why do you ask? ❜

❛ WELL, YOU SUDDENLY JUST STOPPED IN YOUR TRACKS, DROPPED YOUR BAGS, AND STARED OFF INTO SPACE!  IT WAS WEIRD!!  DEFINITELY NOT TRADITIONAL PAPYRUS BEHAVIOR. ❜

looking again at his feet corroborates sans’ account.  it’s not like he was carrying anything of consequence────just some chisps chips and other indulgent convenience store junk food items while sans carried the drinks (because muscles).  but he didn’t make the decision to drop them, wasn’t even…aware he was doing anything.

did he just black out or something??

❛ it’s nothing────i just realized that hershey’s kisses are actually bigger chocolate chips and it blew my mind. ❜

❛ YOU SERIOUSLY NEVER MADE THAT CONNECTION UNTIL THIS VERY MOMENT??  YOU’VE GOT A FEW WIRES CROSSED, LITTLE BROTHER! ❜

sans laughs goodnaturedly and honey goes along with it, stooping down to pick the bags back up.  they resume their trek back to the apartment.  as for the weird…episode, for lack of a better term…if it happens again, maybe he’ll mention it to undyne.

❛ you never know what things i’m cableble of missing. ❜

❛ OH NO. ❜

❛ i’m just warning you so you won’t be shocked when it happens again. ❜

❛ ENOUGH!! ❜

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it’s like that awkward lurch in your soul when you put your foot down and your mind, your body, everything is expecting and prepared to go up a step that isn’t actually there.  honey catches himself before he stumbles, blinking dumbly at the sidewalk.

what the hell was that?  he’s stone-cold sober, just walking back home with his brother after going to the convenience store down the block for snacks, but...the world just bent and warped itself into this screaming legion of colors and fractals────he heard it.  saw it.

❛ PAPYRUS? ❜

his head snaps up to see his brother looking back at him with mild concern.  ❛ ARE YOU ALRIGHT? ❜

honey, out of habit, just smiles.  ❛ yeah, bro. ❜

❛ ARE YOU SURE? ❜

❛ of course i’m sure.  why do you ask? ❜

❛ WELL, YOU SUDDENLY JUST STOPPED IN YOUR TRACKS, DROPPED YOUR BAGS, AND STARED OFF INTO SPACE!  IT WAS WEIRD!!  DEFINITELY NOT TRADITIONAL PAPYRUS BEHAVIOR. ❜

looking again at his feet corroborates sans’ account.  it’s not like he was carrying anything of consequence────just some chisps chips and other indulgent convenience store junk food items while sans carried the drinks (because muscles).  but he didn’t make the decision to drop them, wasn’t even...aware he was doing anything.

did he just black out or something??

❛ it’s nothing────i just realized that hershey’s kisses are actually bigger chocolate chips and it blew my mind. ❜

❛ YOU SERIOUSLY NEVER MADE THAT CONNECTION UNTIL THIS VERY MOMENT??  YOU’VE GOT A FEW WIRES CROSSED, LITTLE BROTHER! ❜

sans laughs goodnaturedly and honey goes along with it, stooping down to pick the bags back up.  they resume their trek back to the apartment.  as for the weird...episode, for lack of a better term...if it happens again, maybe he’ll mention it to undyne.

❛ you never know what things i’m cableble of missing. ❜

❛ OH NO. ❜

❛ i’m just warning you so you won’t be shocked when it happens again. ❜

❛ ENOUGH!! ❜

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blog switch announcement

i have swapped (heh) my f2f blog with my ic blog.  so if you’re following me here on skeletoke95 (ic), this used to be smokeovt (f2f).  but if you’d rather follow my f2f blog, the url is still the same.  sorry for any confusion this may cause!

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reblogging 'round at th' speed of sound~

SORRY i’m just trying to switch my blogs around ;A;

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i had to draw this while i still had the idea even tho so many people have done it already

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