My clock buzzes and I click it off. Another Reset. I wasn't sure how many times I could keep up this facade. I was the Great and Humble Papyrus, surely I could weather another 5 thousand 7 hundred and 24.

Oh it hurt. Reliving the same day for enough the genuineness of the smile begins to wear off. It had been such a nice run too, A 'True Pacifist' go through. The human likes to pick the cruelest of endings to play through. With Genocide at least I died early on and they didn't try to hide their true intentions.

I knew it killed Sans to watch me crumble to dust but it wasn't terrible. I said my spiel which I had memorized by soul after the first three times.

There couldn't be any mistakes. No changes to anything.

I walked the same roads at the exact same time at the exact same speed. My voice must always stay capitals and my words at the same tone of voice in the same order for every scenario.

I get ready for another futile day of the same japes and puns as any tomorrow. My smile bright, my battle body cleaned to a shine. No spots on these bones. I eat the same container of spaghetti, tell Sans the same thing every morning to get him out of bed and to his post.

I have this routine down to 'muscle memory' at this point. I stop at the shop and buy the same thing for Sans for his Gift-mas present. Everything was the same and I made sure everything stayed that way.

As I approach his post I see the human standing in front of him. A Genocide, well it was a nice morning I supposed.

"SANS! HAVE YOU FOUND A HUMAN YET!" My practiced voice yelled across the snow ignoring the being in front of him.

"yep" he said

"REALLY!? WOWWIE! GUESS THAT'S SETTLED!" and I turn and walk to the next room.

Puzzle after puzzle I pretend to be frustrated with the humans actions of not playing along. Walking through the electricity maze, not looking at Sans's crossword. Eventually the puzzles aren't even activated, like the puzzle I shaped like my face a forever of yesterdays ago.

They're in front of me now. I am sparing them saying encouraging things like 'you can be a better person if you just try.' I never know if they follow that advice or not.

My body dissipates and my head falls to the snow.
"W-WELL, THAT'S NOT WHAT I HAD EXPECTED. . ." Now to say my last words.
"BUT. . . ST. . . STILL! I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO A LITTLE BETTER! EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK SO! I- I PROMISE. . ." and my head falls to dust.

[A/N] I wrote this from the stupid voice in my head that wanted to try a 'Papyrus is Aware' story. It kinda got away from me. You're in for a doozy. Until next chapter! Which is soon, maybe a week, because I already wrote like 6,000 words on this. ;P