The dust tried to blow itself against the snow, mixing it in with the frozen substance, as well as blowing other pieces away-and yet Sans tried his absolute best to pick up every bit of it he could.
He wouldn't want to be spread here. He didn't deserve to be spread here so cruelly...
A thousand more questions were rushing through his mind when he did, though.
The kid, first and foremost-Why would they do such a thing? To Papyrus?! He. Didn't. Deserve. This!
Literally anyone and everyone he could have killed and wore under the illusion of 'self-defense' but-But not this one!
What sort of evil had started to possess them?
And, most of all, why did the skeleton let them go?...He knew why...The stupid promise to the old lady. How he was regretting it at this moment.
Gathering the remaining bits of dust he could, the grieving brother slowly moved. After all, he needed to give his beloved brother a proper funeral-A proper place to spread his remains..But Papyrus had so much love in him-For many and all things. It would be difficult a difficult task in and of itself.
But, for Papyrus' sake, Sans would take on the extra work.
Then he'd give the kid the judgement they'd deserved.
Panic! Panic! Panic! Panic!
Why couldn't they think of anything else right now, as they ran from the spot of their crime?
Something's crawling on my back-GET IT OFF!
They knew though, albeit the realization late, that there was indeed a way to undo their sins. A way they could go back. In the eyes of themselves as well as a certain other being, it wouldn't earn them redemption from what they'd done...But, it would give the innocent a second chance. One that they'd most definitely deserved to have all along..
Go back!
Reverse time!
Fix this!
...It wasn't working-Why wasn't it working?! Whywhywhy oh please no-Go back...To stay in this...This miserable reality they couldn't-
There's really no point anymore. He'll remember. He always does.
A stoic voice echoed in their soul, whispering and yet commanding at the same time...A voice of a demon. But they attempted to reject it still-
No he won't...He's just really perceptive.
You're a fool, Frisk. There is no way back out of it this time. You've lost all control of yourself and you've lost control of this world.
They moved into Waterfall, looking left and right before they saw Shyren staring at them depressingly.
Nonononono-! Another one! They saw! The look! They know! But please-Please NO! I can't...I can't do it!
Unwillingly their hands moved in such ways that they'd vowed to never do again. The young one could only watch as the being fell into pieces before them.
...There's so much dust...I just...I wanna add my own. For good this time...Please. No more.
It's too late-You made your choice years ago!
Why? Please...I just want Papyrus back..
You mean to imply you're that naive? The opportunity to go back has left you now!
B-But with just enough...
It won't serve you anymore. After all, it appears this world is bored of you; a new ruler has been chosen.
W-What..?
Now, how easily do you think we would be able to perform regicide?