6. Euphoria

                                    

                                          
It was beautiful.
                          
With a satisfied smirk, you took a step backwards to admire your masterpiece. G's skull had become a wonderful collection of multiple doodles and writing, the most prominent being the word FURRY plastered across his forehead for all to see. For extra effect you had taken time to add whiskers and cat ears, making him an icon of the Japanese culture.
                          
The skeleton stirred once in his slumber and then woke, eyeing you disdainfully. "I'm afraid to ask," he grumbled, rubbing his eye sockets. You snickered once, the Sharpie smearing across his skull. He looked much more like an emo skeleton than anything else. 
                          
"You look PURRfect," you turned away, afraid that if you stared at his anime eyes once more, you would lose it.
                          
Because the thing was, G embodied a cat in every way imaginable. It fit him so well.
                          
"Motherf-" You could barely make out his words as G stared at his reflection in a pool of water, trailing his fingers against the carefully drawn whiskers to the cat nose that was so delicately drawn on where a nose would have been. He seemed to be admiring it in a way one would do when seeing their true form. 
                          
He whirled around to face you, a look of mock anger plastered on his face. He wrestled you to the ground, attempting to pry the Sharpie from your fingers. The two of you froze for a moment. "Well this is new," you smirked.
                          
A grey tinted blush crept up his cheekbones and G stood up, fumbling through his jacket to look for another cancer stick. 
                          
This was it. This was your moment.
                          
With a guttural war cry you flung yourself onto him, wrapping your hands securely around his neck. G let out a muffled grunt as he collapsed to the ground, struggling to escape your grasp. He attempted to shove you off but to no avail as you triumphantly kicked him once in the side. "ONWARDS MY STEED!" you screeched.
                          
G took a step and then pretended to stagger forwards. "Can't," he forced out a wheeze. "You're too heavy." And with that he began to quite literally faint, you to act as his cushion when the two of you collided with the brick floor.
                          
There was barely enough time to throw yourself off of him, watching in triumph as G was the one to fall to the ground. He flashed you a murderous look and began staggering towards you, determined to make you suffer.
                          
Geography may have not been your best subject, but agility... that was a different story.
                          
One might have found it an interesting situation to witness a six foot tall skeleton that looked like a character straight of an anime chasing after a human in a world that seemed to have been abandoned for an eternity.
                          
And it was this moment that you truly felt kin with the you that had been buried so many timelines ago, washed away from the countless murders and genocide runs fueled only by your sadistic determination and insanity. You were you again. 
                          
G wasn't Sans, not really. He resembled the comedian and the deceased scientist Gaster in almost every way imaginable, but yet he was so entirely different that it fascinated you. Maybe it was the simple fact that he was new, an unexplored aspect of the Underground that delighted you, the instinctive part of your consciousness that yearned for something, anything other than the same story that you had lived through for god-knows-how-long.
                          
But maybe it wasn't just that.
                          
It was also the way he made you laugh, the way he could bring a smile to your face even when you were amidst this horror fest. And most of all you didn't want to leave here, leave him. Even if the two of you somehow managed to make it through the Underground and to the Core, could you really bring yourself to begin the cycle again? To live through all those pacifist timelines until it once more drove you to the brink of insanity?
                          
Could you bring yourself to leave him?
                          
Because you had a feeling that even if the pattern repeated itself, you lived through another thousand resets until the timeline decided to 'wipe the slate clean,' you knew that you would never see G again. He was an enigma inside of an enigma, a being created by chance and never to exist after this. 
                          
"I can't," you whispered to yourself. You had been in this new world for only a day, and already you couldn't imagine a life outside of this. It wasn't like you had a choice, right? Even if you did leave, would things really be any different? Here, you had a chance to start something new.
                          
Even if you were the only two here.
                          
G flashed you a concerned glance and slowly, the two of you began to navigate through Toriel's home, purposefully fixated your gaze on the wooden floors, trying to avoid the rotten butterscotch pies that stood on various tables, a cruel reminder of who she had once been.
                          
Carefully, the two of you descended the steps and into the basement. You weren't here, not really. Your mind had wandered elsewhere, recalling a flashback to a genocide run. Timelines were overlapping with reality, and you weren't sure how much more of this you could take.
                          
Kill.
                          
It was the fundamental aspect of your entire being, the one instinct that hammered itself inside of your mind, drowning out any other emotion that might have been prominent during an event such as this: regret, fear, denial...
                          
"My child..." You heard her voice, but it meant nothing to you. Toriel was nothing more than an unimportant being that you could bring back to life with a second thought. Any hesitation, any regret or really any emotion at all was simply gone,  you only driven by the cold hard instinct to kill. 
                          
"I cannot allow you to pass," the goat woman droned, beginning the dialogue you had heard thousands of times before. Impatience would be your greatest downfall. Why couldn't she just shut up so you could shove a knife down her throat?
                          
"Attack or run awa-" Toriel's last line was cut short as you rushed towards her, slamming your knife into her stomach. She collapsed to the ground, a low moan escaping her lips. "I see who I was protecting by keeping you here..." she whispered, attempting to conceal the pain in her voice. "Not you, but them!"
                          
And on those words she vanished, her soul cracking into a multitude of pieces. Her butchered form withered away into a pile of dust and without a second thought, you slammed your foot onto, carrying on with your murder-spree.
                          
You said nothing, trembling slightly in the waking nightmares of your genocide run. The pile of dust stood at the entrance the doorway that led to the rest of the Underground, serving as a sadistic reminder of the horrors that awaited inside. The Ruins had only been the start, there was so, so much more.
                          
"I can't..." you whispered, clinging onto G's jacket, staring at the ground. Even then, the dusted footprints were still visible, yet another indication that you had single-handedly brought down the monster race. 
                          
"It'll be okay," he murmured back, wrapping an arm around you tightly. You relaxed slightly.
                          
And together the two of you, side by side, began your journey into the Underground and the graveyard inside.