Chapter Thirty-Three: A Tiny Bit of Help

                                    

                                          


                          
"...Hey Pappy?"
                          
"Hmm?"
                          
"Why are we sitting here watching tv?"
                          
"I don't feel like fixing the wall just yet."
                          
"Oh."
                          
"..."
                          
"Are we go-"
                          
"No we're not going to find Sans."
                          
"Why not?"
                          
"Because I'm sick of this nonsense and he knows his own way back, THAT'S why not."
                          
Freaking called him four times and he never picked up.
                          
The human SAID someone needed to WANT to kill him in order to do so though and there's barely anyone left in the underground. He's in toon mode anyway so he should be fine...right?
                          
...
                          
"Well what about the old bag? Are we not looking for her either?"
                          
"We don't know where she is, but if she starts trouble it should appear on the news-"
                          
"Ohhhh! I thought you were slacking for a minute there Trashbag! Shame on me, I should have known better."
                          
"Yeah, go and check on the Human would you? It would be annoying if we had to go through all this again..."
                          
Papyrus sighed, remembering what he had witnessed only a short while ago. He had heard a commotion outside and gone out to investigate, only to find more than half the remaining townspeople ganging up on Chara, biting and clawing at them like madmen.
                          
The taller skeleton had been absolutely appalled by the scene.
                          
It was against the law and all around in bad taste for monsters in the Underground to fight in groups of four or more against one person. The monsters that lived in Mt. Ebott valued puzzles and so they valued fairness...or they were supposed to. What Papyrus had witnessed was nothing short of an angry mob, something he never thought he'd see in his lifetime. It worried him to death that the people no longer seemed to care for the law and he feared that the change in them would lead to an uprising and cost Asgore his throne and Papyrus, his home.
                          
I got rid of every thief and murderer I could. I made sure this town was filled with no one but good people for the good of my brother, but if even the worst person can change then so too can the best.
                          
What are we to do if everyone turns into a beast like me? I'm strong, but I have my limits...
                          
Papyrus had tried to stop the fight, but was immediately met with the same hostility as the child though no one knew his true colors. It pained him that they would be violent and cruel to not only a child, but someone of whom they probably thought was mentally challenged. The only silver lining he saw was the reminder that this was all a dream...the townspeople in the real world could and would never hurt him again and THESE townspeople were only violent because of Chara. No one hated Papyrus like in the real world, he was invisible to them just as he wished...just another citizen of no real importance.
                          
But this dream is now my reality and when this world is gone, that's it. I cannot afford to mess up my life again and if I don't be careful that's exactly what's going to happen. I need to protect the human or who knows what could happen? If the world resets, will I remember because it's MY dream? Will I make a mistake and be trapped in another nightmare? So many things could go wrong...and the human could reset or erase my world at any time too.