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Wait, You Mean, I CAN'T Make The King Cry??

Chapter 4: Four

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One week. One week before the fifteen monsters left will move to the castle for the second stage. 

And I'm one of them. How that happened, I don't know. But being grimy and disrespectful had had the opposite effect I wanted, so maybe I should dress up this time. I spend my last week of freedom trying to rouse villagers in protests against the King's human-treatment decree. No one listens. I explain in great length to whoever I can find that humans killed our loved ones and trapped us down here. All they say, though, is "King Papyrus knows what he's doing," or "Shut up and let me sleep, kid." No one will listen. Except Jerry, but everyone hates Jerry. No one ever listens, besides Jerry. Even when I'm right. And I am right about this!! Humans are evil. And our 'King' is too stupid to realize it!! 

I make the mistake of saying that out loud in front of Captain Dogaressa. She's always been unstable since the death of her husband anyway. But now she explodes in a raging whirlwind of axes and broken hearts. 

"How dare you!! King Papyrus is the best King ever!! He visited my hot-dog every day to try to lift his hope!! It's - it's not his fault- Asgore made us hunt humans- not his fault!!" She breaks down. 

I flee. I can't handle grieving people. But I do send an anonymous message to the castle to tell the King that his Captain needs tending to. 

The week ends quickly. Too quickly. I dress in the finest suit I own. But still only wear dirty socks on my feet. Hey, they're comfy. And no one will see them. 

They didn't notice that I had arrived  early the other time. So I'll try that again. I walk down the empty golden hall. 

"welp. here we are again." Sans stands in the way. I yelp, despite my best efforts. "heh. always such a pleasure." 

"Wh-what? I entered like you said. Not my fault I got in."

"remember when you slandered my bro? twice?" His grin is taut. 

"Y-yeah, well, it's not slander if it's true!" I fire back. 

He doesn't act like he hears me. "under the circumstances, heh, well, i've been shockingly nice." Encounter-space swallows the surroundings in black. His sockets blink and open as voids. "you think you can hurt my bro? not on your life, pal." 

I'm blue now. The leaden weight wraps around my soul and drags it to the ground. "There's been some mistake!" I cross my arms. "I never touched him!" 

"oh really." Sans growls. "he came home a week ago crying because some cruel person told him undyne's dead. that sure seems like hurting him to me." 

"Ha, what?" This dude is unbelievable. "You're the one who made him think Undyne was still alive in the first place! If you just told him the truth, he would've been able to let go sooner!" The lead twists and clenches. My teeth grit. 

"this isn't about me. don't you think you've stirred up enough trouble, rioter?" Sans says coldly. 

"N-not enou-gh." I gasp out. The tiles crack beneath me. 

"heh. too bad your opinion doesn't matter. drop out of the contest. i'm done letting people walk all over my bro. capiche?" 

"M-maybe the-they walk all ov-er him bec-ause he's k-kept in the da-ark." 

Sans doesn't move. His sockets are still black. Did I break him? I try to end the encounter. Nothing happens. 

The weight jerks up and the hall blurs. I see for one sick moment his hand raised, an angry fire in one eye. Pain cracks red and black. 

F a l l i n g . . . 

Distant thud. Golden light hugs. Loud voice. Comforting blackness.