Murder Blueberry vent thing.
Warning: blood, gore, etc etc.

Blueberry looms above his sleeping brother. Something had gone wrong in the last timeline. Papy had snapped, and he had tortured poor Blue. The code had been corrupted, and Papy's memory had been slightly spared from remembering what he had done, though the same could not be said for the smaller skeleton.

Anger brewed within Sans, his fingerbones tightening around the handle of the blade he had stolen from the Dreemurr castle.

Papy twitches in his sleep. The tortured screams of his brother pierced the blackness of his nightmares, and he was left desperately wondering why. Why, why WHY??? ....WAS THAT HIS BROTHER DYING?!?

Blueberry's snarl slowly curls upwards, resulting in a twisted, wicked grin. The wrath inside him was sickening. But he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to.

Blueberry raises his right arm, and his eyesockets light up. He brings the blade down, the force aided by his magic.

Papy SCREAMS as the knife crushes through his ribcage. Blueberry cackles, mad laughter spilling from his mouth like an overflown river about to destroy a town of innocents. His eyesockets widen as much as they possibly could, cracks splitting. He rips the knife out, and repeats the merciless process of smashing the life out of this wicked thing that had once been his brother.
His savior.
His hero.
But no more.

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Blueberry pants, his chest heaving. Blood coated everything, and dust lazily floated in the air. Papy was just as slow in death as he was in life.

Blue gathers what dust he could get to. He spreads it around the house, before coating everything in anything flammable he could get to. Sprays, gasoline, alcohol, everything.

Blueberry flicks a match into the house, and closes the door. His fingers still itched to kill.

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The underground was now empty.
Blueberry broke each of the soul cases, and absorbed the souls within.

ERASE?

[yes]

"....are you happy now, Papy? Have you gotten what you have most desired? I hope you felt pain. It certainly was a thousand times more quicker than that fucking agony you so wrongly shoved onto me. I fucking hate you. I can't believe I could ever have loved you. The thought of even your name fills me with fucking putrid disgust. Your mind broke in the most sickening way possible. Its not like anyone is around to care anymore. I made sure of that :). I'd do this again, and again, and again. How good did it feel to break me, bone by bone? Did it make you feel good to hear my screams of agony? I never imagined you as a sadistic freak of nature who enjoyed to rape and torture his own brother."

"Fuck you, Papyrus."

(Maybe i should explain a bit. I read the fanfic "Blue Gets Tortured," which was reccommended to me by multiple people. I cried reading it, amd almost felt like throwing up.)(keep in mind, i never teared up once at any funeral, death, or tragety. I onky felt anger when i caused my puppy pain, and i regularally starve my fish only because i cannot be bothered to give a shit about it.)
(I hole you're fucking happy. Because I'm sure not, you sick fucks. How could you ENJOY that,!??!!::!:' ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!? FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. I HATE YOU. I FUCKING HATE YOU.)
(I cant.... i cant hold back this RAGE that's burning in me.)(i kind of regret not drowning myself now. Just a bit.)
(fuck you. I never want to speak to you again.)
(I dont need that kind of toxic "friendship" in my life.)