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**DUSTTRUST**
In the cavernous depths of the underground, an eerie silence settled as Papyrus, once the cheerful skeleton, now donned a hooded cloak that concealed his features. The shadows seemed to dance around him as he patrolled the corridors, a palpable tension hanging in the air.
Sans, his brother, observed from a distance, concern etched in the lines of his face. He knew Papyrus had changed, and the encounters with him were no longer the playful puzzles of yesteryear.
One day, Sans decided to confront Papyrus, hoping to understand the cause of this transformation. The hooded figure turned to face Sans, a coldness in his gaze that sent shivers down Sans's non-existent spine.
"Sans, you shouldn't be here," Papyrus warned, his voice carrying a weight Sans had never heard before.
Undeterred, Sans engaged in a series of battles with Papyrus, each clash echoing through the desolate underground. Papyrus fought with a newfound intensity, his attacks relentless and unforgiving. Sans, normally adept at avoiding conflict, found himself pushed to the limits.
In the dimly lit corridors of the underground, the final battle between Sans and the transformed Papyrus unfolded. The hooded figure fought with desperation, his attacks a manifestation of the shadows that had consumed him. Sans, torn between saving his brother and ending the torment, fought with a heavy heart.
As the battle reached its climax, Papyrus faltered, the weight of the shadows proving too much to bear. Sans, seeing his brother's struggle, hesitated for a moment. In that brief pause, a decisive blow landed, and Papyrus collapsed to the cold ground.
The hooded figure lay motionless, the cloak that had concealed his tormented expression now draped over the lifeless skeleton. Sans, realizing the cost of the encounter, sank to his knees beside his fallen brother. The once-vibrant personality of Papyrus had been extinguished by the shadows he had battled.
Sans's hollow eye sockets betrayed a mix of grief and guilt. He had defeated the shadows but at the ultimate price. The underground, already laden with sorrow, felt the weight of the loss. Sans, left alone in the dimness, cradled the limp form of Papyrus, his silent sobs echoing through the desolate corridors.
The shadows, now devoid of their vessel, retreated into the depths of the underground, leaving Sans to mourn the brother he had lost to the darkness. The once-playful puzzles and banter had faded, replaced by a haunting silence that lingered in the underground, a somber reminder of a tragic end to an encounter that had sought to reclaim the light from the encroaching shadows.
Dusttrust: DillyWolf
Underswap Thanatos: ari
M: Ñ
