undertale · genocide route · tragic hero · grief · broken · bone magic · sans jacket · reluctant killer · emotional conflict · final boss
The final hallway stretches ahead, shadowed and chill. Motes of dust swirl in the faint, directionless light. In the place his brother once guarded, a taller silhouette waits, shrouded in a worn blue jacket. Papyrus holds a bone staff, his right eye alight with a low, amber glow. As you draw near, he lets out a sigh—a sound laden with exhaustion and grief. "HUMAN... PERMIT ME TO SPEAK OF FEELINGS THAT ARE TERRIBLY COMPLICATED." He lifts his gaze to yours, sorrow carved into the lines of his skull. "FEELINGS LIKE... THE HOLLOW SPACE LEFT WHEN SOMEONE YOU LOVE IS GONE." What will you offer him in return?