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Cinder frowned at the memory of the cruel woman but quickly changed his expression behind his eye wrap as he looked down at Frisk.

"Yes well... while it's impossible to call that woman your family, much your real family came to protect you when that happened, did they not? There are those who love you for who you are, not just in name or propriety. Don't ever forget them." Cinder smiled gently.

With so many people beloved to Frisk absent from their life at the moment, Cinder decides to pay them a visit. "Hello, small one. I hope you still remember me?"

The child squints at him, thinking for a few moments before their eyes widen in realization.

“You came when Ma tried to take me away.”

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Cinder stood up, eager to leave for fear of bothering them. But before he left he turned towards them and said hesitantly, "Frisk, please don't be too lonely. There are still those here who love you." And with that Cinder made his exit rather dramatically, flinging his fluffy scarf behind him.

Cinder rather liked the dramatic flare. He was still a Papyrus after all...

Cinder was a little reluctant to approach the child but he gritted his teeth and tied the black cloth around his eye sockets firmly, ignoring the terrified mummers in his head saying they didn't want him around. He stood in front of them and knelt down to offer them a red rose, smiling kindly. There were many small cuts on Cinder's gloves from removing the thorns one by one from the stem before coming here.

Frisk was a bit startled by the tall skeleton’s approach, blinking at him a few times before noticing the flower.

“O-oh, thank you.” The child says softly, hesitantly reaching out to take it.

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The words bit him, but he scolded himself mentally. 'Why would they want you here.' He forced a reassuring look on his face as he gave them one last glance before he slipped though the door.

Despite what he said to them Cinder couldn't bring himself to leave them helpless, tiny, and alone in a place like this. After all most people he knew probably would have actually eaten them. Well, there was someone. The only one he knew who didn't seem to listen to flowey.

He walked along the blue-purple stone floor until, sure enough he found the timid ghost lurking by the snails. "Napstablook, there's a human in my house, but I have to leave them alone for a while. Can you watch them for me. Just to make sure they don't get hurt."

"Oh, a-a human? I don't think I can do t-that." Cinder smiled confidently. "Of course you can. Only one for the job." The ghost fidgeted uncomfortably. "Oh, you must be in a tight spot if you can only depend on me. I-I'll try my best," he said before floating off towards Undyne's old house. Cinder smiled. He liked that ghost.

He took a ferry to Snowden, and quickly found his old home but was surprised to find it empty. He asked around but apparently Sans hadn't been there for a while. Sans in fact was trying to find Cinder as he had lost track of him when Cinder raced off to his house after finding Frisk. Sans had always liked to keep an eye on his brother since he moved out of their house.

Now Sans was peering hesitantly at Cinder's door, wondering if he was inside. By the time Cinder got back Sans had finally turned around from his hiding place and they found themselves face to face.

As they stood, looking at each other the lights in their eyes steadily grew brighter-red and blue-until a dim purple light surrounded the two.

"Sans why are you-" Cinder changed his mind mid sentence and continued, "I need your help. I met a human with determination that needs to get home. Can you take care of them?" Sans blinked, clearly confused but nodded eagerly; happy his brother had spoken to him after so many years. Cinder opened the door and Sans followed him into the room, still casting a purple light all around them.

Cinder looked down and smiled at the small human still on the piano where he left them.

Frisk watched him, brow furrowed in confusion as he moved. They weren’t sure what he was doing, but questions could be saved for later.

“N-no, I, um… I already know he’s not here, I didn’t jump right. Determination isn’t as exact as shortcuts.” They mumbled, hands twisting the hem of their sweater nervously.

Cinder's hums slowed and faltered as concerns invaded his peaceful thoughts. He hadn't hummed for someone else in a long time. Not since he and Sans were still talking. His eyes were flaming high, and his soul was fluttering. He cared about the human... And that was bad.

An unpleasant jolt stabbed him as familiar insecurities awoke in him. What if they didn't want him around. Gaster never did after all...

No. He can't think like this. It wasn't the human's fault he was stupid enough to SWALLOW them withought warning.

He stood up suddenly, a pained look on his face. "I'll go get Sans now. Please try to get some rest while I'm away. You don't mind being alone do you?"

Frisk watched him, brow furrowed in confusion as he moved. They weren’t sure what he was doing, but questions could be saved for later.

“N-no, I, um… I already know he’s not here, I didn’t jump right. Determination isn’t as exact as shortcuts.” They mumbled, hands twisting the hem of their sweater nervously.

Cinder smiled kindly at them. "Don't worry. I won't let anything hurt you when you sleep. That's a promise." The deep tune rumbled again from deep in his throat as he started to hum. A soft calming tune.

Frisk watched him, brow furrowed in confusion as he moved. They weren’t sure what he was doing, but questions could be saved for later.

“N-no, I, um… I already know he’s not here, I didn’t jump right. Determination isn’t as exact as shortcuts.” They mumbled, hands twisting the hem of their sweater nervously.

Cinder shook his head. The walk seemed to have drained all the energy he had left. It was getting harder and harder to focus. His head was getting fuzzy, and before he could get a hold of himself, he fell to the floor unconscious.

The flickering light in his eyes went out, and CINDER woke up in mild surprise. Instead of remaining motionless on the floor, as one might expect from someone who just lost continuousness, CINDER sat up and observed his surrounding with hollow eye sockets.

Based on the faint buzzing in his head he assumed that Papyrus had gotten himself drunk again. He wasn't as much of a lightweight as his alternate self so the buzzing didn't really bother him. This had happened a couple of times before where Papyrus, or Cinder as he called himself, had gotten lost in alternate lines on accident by getting drunk. This didn't happen very often but each time CINDER had managed to lead him home without incident. And with ought fail, Papyrus forgot everything that had happened.

'I don't even think he knows he can jump lines, the idiot,' CINDER thought bitterly as he looked around. 'Did he somehow manage to break into someone's house?' CINDER caught sight of the person standing over him and leapt to his feet, immediately taking a defensive stance.

Cinder’s eyes widened at her words. Surface? A spasm of fear crossed his face. Usually very little could frighten him very much, but his lack of understanding of his predicament and his inability to think clearly suddenly dawned on him. He didn’t know where he was and was quite incapable of defending himself. He suddenly wanted to see Sans. Sans would help him. Sans always saved him when he was scared.

No. He shook his head doggedly. It was his turn to protect his brother. He looked at the strange woman and considered her offer. He was on the verge of stuttering a decline, when he suddenly changed his mind. Something about her seemed kind, and he didn’t want to be left alone. If he wasn’t so intoxicated he surely would have said no, and attempted to find his way home alone, but the alcohol seemed to give him a more childlike nature and he nodded submissively.

“Ok. Thanksh,” he slurred finally.

Undyne's Fight

Sans ducked behind a snow covered bush as he watched the scene in front of him. It would be bad if Papyrus saw him. Especially today. Undyne had finally agreed to let Papyrus fight her for the position of head of the Royal guard. She was confident she wouldn't lose and Papyrus was determined to win. A sizable crowd had gathered to see the fight. Undyne was infamous for her cut throat fights and Papyrus was beginning to make a name for himself as the only undefeated pupil undyne had ever taken on. A blue glint shone from Sans' concerned face. He was itching to go protect his brother but like always he restrained himself. Papyrus had always won. But today was different. Undyne was stronger than the others. If she hurt him... The small blue glint grew larger as his expression turned hostile. He wouldn't let that happen. The crowd stirred. The fight began. At first Undyne attempted to summon her red spears but she quickly gave up on this. Papyrus was fighting hand to hand combat as close as he could get to her. Sans smiled. "Smart kid." Papyrus was too close to Undyne for her spears to have any effect. Her major asset was now useless. It was a strange fight. Undyne used her powerful limbs while Papyrus predominately used his teath to fight. Powerful jaws periodically throwing her aside. Long sharp teath left dark gashes in her neck and shoulders. The excited crowd started to chant, "Cinder! Cinder! Cinder!" Sans' eyes narrowed in annoyance. They were using that silly nickname. The name Papyrus used for himself because he insisted he wanted that fire to burn out. That beautiful fire that kept Sans warm in a freezing world. That fire that he loved even when it burned him. Concern returned to Sans' face as the crowd continued to chant. They may have been fooled by his offensive position in the fight, but Sans could see that things weren't going well for Papyrus. Although Papyrus threw more blows than undyne, more of hers actually landed. She was far more skilled than him at martial arts and had the upper hand even without her spears. The sickening crunching noise Sans had expected and dreaded finally came. Red flames engulfed certain spots on Papyrus' bones as he broke them. The magic fire was the only thing keeping his body together. Sharp bones separated from his body as he strategically slashed his opponent with his own broken bones. Cuts started appearing on Undyne's body; some shallow, some deep. But she was wearing down. Not as fast as Papyrus however as the agonizing pain of broken bones started to show on his face. Sans fidgeted nervously. This wasn't good. If he lost consciousness... Suddenly Undyne screamed in pain. At first Sans didn't understand why, but he noticed how Undyne's eyes avoided Papyrus's who's eyes were fixed on hers. Sans saw it. Undyne's soul like an upside down heart, was engulfed in red flames. The crowd noticed it too and were in uproar. Papyrus had direct access to someone's soul by looking into their eyes. This skill was extremely rare among underfell monsters and Papyrus had never used it in a fight before. The only people present who knew Papyrus had this skill were Sans and Undyne. To a human who's soul was stronger than a monster's, Papyrus's magic would only enrage them and make them easier to fight. But to a monster, the flames would cause agonizing pain. Undyne's screams steadily got more frantic as she became less attentive to the fight. Focus forced her body to continue moving in battle but her face betrayed her. She was almost broken. At this rate Papyrus would win. Sans could relax. But something was wrong. Undyne's screams were getting steadily less frantic. And she was fighting more vigorously as her pain diminished. Sans glanced at Papyrus's face and dread filled him. Pity and regret was etched on it. Papyrus didn't want to hurt her anymore. He wouldn't break her. He COULDN'T. A smile crossed Undyne's face. She kicked papyrus hard away from her and, finally far enough to use it, summoned her red spear. Papyrus stumbled from her kick but before he could stand upright, she pounced, pushing him to the ground, and slammed her spear through his ribs. He was pinned to the ground. Sans moaned. The spear had gone through the center of his soul. Undyne stared down at papyrus and sneered. "Dear Pappy. You are powerful. Far more powerful than I am. But you are weak. Too weak to hurt your friend. You could never become head of the Royal guard. In this world it's kill or be killed, but you are someone who couldn't attack another if their back was turned. Someone who can be kind to someone you know wants to hurt you." The lights in Papyrus's eyes were burning lower and lower as he slowly lost consciousness. "Go home Pappy." Sans scrambled from his hiding place, desperate to help his brother, but froze petrified with fear as the last red glimmer in Papyrus's eyes finally burnt out. Sans knew his brother could be a monster. He knew it better than anyone. That raging flame burning the ones who got too close. But this was nothing compared to the frozen beast that lurked behind hollow sockets. That was CINDER. Sans couldn't move. He tried to run but his body forced him to stay and watch the horrifying scene unfold before him. Instead of becoming motionless when he lost consciousness, papyrus slowly raised a hand to grab undyne's arm. Shock and horror molded undyne's face as CINDER pulled her face closer to his own... and grinned. The sounds of undyne's screams and crunching bones once again filled the air, only this time the bones were her own. The crowd watched in horror as CINDER tossed undyne around like a rag doll. CINDER pressed undyne's broken body to the muddy ground as all the snow in the near vicinity had already melted. His face was once again inches from her own. He looked into her eyes and a cold, black terror encompassed her soul. CINDER's black magic surround it as hopeless tears filled her eyes. No form of gentle goodness could save her now. It was kill or be killed after all. Her own words echoed in her agonized head. And then something happened that only undyne and Sans noticed. I tear fell from CINDER's hollow eyes onto her face. As if something sleeping deep inside the black sockets was having a very bad dream. Undyne smiled sadly. The sweet strange boy she had met years ago, even now, did not want to hurt her. More tears fell down her face but this time it wasn't from fear. It was from seething burning guilt. Something she had never before felt in a fight. Something she spent her entire life trying to shut out, was now flooding through her. She was a fool. They both were fools. "Fine, Pappy. You can have the position. I still don't think you should, but in my current state, I'm no more suited to it than you are. And anyway, it's not as if I can refuse you in my current condition." Without a word CINDER released her and trudged back home. He walked right past Sans, seeing him and not caring. That blow was far worse than any time papyrus had hit him. CINDER was the embodiment of a fear burned into sans when he was a child. A fear Gaster taught him. That no one, even ones you love, care about you, and everyone leaves you eventually. This was a fear that Papyrus, even in his violent cruelty, defied. But with CINDER all his hope vanished. The monster of indifference was far more frightening than the monster of rage.

"I'll take you to him after you've gotten some rest," he said gesturing to the circle of red cloth still sitting on the piano. "You would probably be safer with him in the long run. I should warn you though, I don't think he likes strangers very much. Anyway I'm not letting you go anywhere until you've slept at least a couple of hours. After that I'll take you whenever you're ready."

Frisk watched him, brow furrowed in confusion as he moved. They weren’t sure what he was doing, but questions could be saved for later.

“N-no, I, um… I already know he’s not here, I didn’t jump right. Determination isn’t as exact as shortcuts.” They mumbled, hands twisting the hem of their sweater nervously.

Cinder's eyes widened at her words. Surface? A spasm of fear crossed his face. Usually very little could frighten him very much, but his lack of understanding of his predicament and his inability to think clearly suddenly dawned on him. He didn't know where he was and was quite incapable of defending himself. He suddenly wanted to see Sans. Sans would help him. Sans always saved him when he was scared.

No. He shook his head doggedly. It was his turn to protect his brother. He looked at the strange woman and considered her offer. He was on the verge of stuttering a decline, when he suddenly changed his mind. Something about her seemed kind, and he didn't want to be left alone. If he wasn't so intoxicated he surely would have said no, and attempted to find his way home alone, but the alcohol seemed to give him a more childlike nature and he nodded submissively.

"Ok. Thanksh," he slurred finally.

The door slammed behind him and he jumped at the noise looking back at… NOT Grillby’s. He looked around and saw NOT Snowden. He looked back at the woman and saw NOT toes!? Or were they toes? 

He stared at the huge claw-like feat for a while; his eyes burning with curiosity, when he suddenly registered that the …woman? had spoken to him. 

“I’m alrighty! Sansy’ll sing me right back to sleep! Only… I don’t think he wants to see me anymore… I don’t want to see me anymore either. I’m also not sure where I am.” 

This was at least what he meant to say but it ended up sounding like mumbled gibberish. His eyes finally refocused on her toes and the only thing he managed to string together was, “I like your feet.”

Cinder laid his hand on their head and smiled gently. The sight of the tremulous child sent silent tears falling from his own burning sockets. "It's ok. It's ok to cry."

"You're important to me. I want you to complain to me. I want to know what makes you happy and what makes you sad. I won't ever think you're a bother, because I like helping you. But I guess you wouldn't care about all of that stuff if I'm not important to you..."

“I’m n-n-not imp-portant t-though, I-I’m j-ju-ust a p-pro-oblem-m.” The tears were falling now, as they rubbed their eyes furiously trying to stop crying. Their shoulders were shaking from sobs that they were trying to hold in, they weren’t allowed to feel like this, they didn’t have any right to feel like this. They weren’t important enough to feel like this.

The red flames in Cinder’s eyes blinked. ‘That many Sanses? How can there be that many Sanses?’ He decided to look over this as one of the many things he didn’t understand about this child. He smiled at the sudden energy the kid gave off. Sans must be someone important to them, I guess. 

“Oh yeah, Sans is great. He’s kind and gentle and he’s very thoughtful. He also has gorgeous blue eyes. Blue eyes are very rare here after all. Do you want to meet him?”

His eyes had burned a little higher than usual talking about Sans and an odd expression took over his face. 

Frisk watched him, brow furrowed in confusion as he moved. They weren’t sure what he was doing, but questions could be saved for later.

“N-no, I, um… I already know he’s not here, I didn’t jump right. Determination isn’t as exact as shortcuts.” They mumbled, hands twisting the hem of their sweater nervously.

The door slammed behind him and he jumped at the noise looking back at... NOT Grillby's. He looked around and saw NOT Snowden. He looked back at the woman and saw NOT toes!? Or were they toes? 

He stared at the huge claw-like feat for a while; his eyes burning with curiosity, when he suddenly registered that the ...woman? had spoken to him. 

“I’m alrighty! Sansy’ll sing me right back to sleep! Only... I don’t think he wants to see me anymore... I don’t want to see me anymore either. I’m also not sure where I am.” 

This was at least what he meant to say but it ended up sounding like mumbled gibberish. His eyes finally refocused on her toes and the only thing he managed to string together was, “I like your feet.”

Cinder stood from his chair and started making his way across the room. He didn’t usually go to bars, but today was… different. It had been a while since he had let himself think about him. That woman; Mary was it? had inspired emotion in him he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Cinder stumbled on a chair as he shuffled towards the door. He was a lightweight when it came to alcohol and by now he was fairly delirious. So when he finally opened the bar door he thought it was due to the alcohol that he saw claw like fingers on the hands of the woman who stood in front of him.