As the bones crack and shatter around him, Papyrus spins to break more of them just because he can, he can break them and free himself and--!
The bone splinters as it crashes against them, Papyrus punctuating the cracks with furious muttered refusals, and once he's surrounded by red dust and fading lights he turns to look for his brother. His jailer. And the anger he's unable to feel at CY-Ren or the Void, thanks to her geased loyalty, churns up and projects onto this next best target.
Trapped, helpless, in pain, and here's the cause of it, a thought says. There's no way out of it.
Once you destroy everything, there won't be any more pain.
He shivers as more bones form a ring around him, finally letting go of the assumption he needs to hold these heavier physical bones. In this place, without gravity, there's no need to. They're not bullets, but they're bone magic and his. They'll follow his commands as any other would.
The bone barrage hurls through the space between them, the bones traveling in pairs such that they'll collide along the way, to shatter into a field of shrapnel. They're filled with anger and pain, still, but also the nightmares of a cracked and broken skeleton, of being alone and forgotten.
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The bone splinters as it crashes against them, Papyrus punctuating the cracks with furious muttered refusals, and once he's surrounded by red dust and fading lights he turns to look for his brother. His jailer. And the anger he's unable to feel at CY-Ren or the Void, thanks to her geased loyalty, churns up and projects onto this next best target.
Trapped, helpless, in pain, and here's the cause of it, a thought says. There's no way out of it.
Once you destroy everything, there won't be any more pain.
He shivers as more bones form a ring around him, finally letting go of the assumption he needs to hold these heavier physical bones. In this place, without gravity, there's no need to. They're not bullets, but they're bone magic and his. They'll follow his commands as any other would.
The bone barrage hurls through the space between them, the bones traveling in pairs such that they'll collide along the way, to shatter into a field of shrapnel. They're filled with anger and pain, still, but also the nightmares of a cracked and broken skeleton, of being alone and forgotten.