BoBo was nothing like Sans.

That was rather obvious. Watching his nephew stare into a pastry store with an eager smile, Papyrus couldn't pinpoint how BoBo was Sans' child. Sans was always calm, never letting his emotions take control if he could help it. BoBo, on the other hand, let his emotions fly out. The boy was always sharp when it came to compliments, never missing an opportunity before he was telling Papyrus how amazing he looked.

BoBo seemed so different than the others. Well, they all seemed so different, all of them having their own unique personalities. Yet BoBo felt so different, as if he wasn't even involved with killing.

In a sense, he reminded Papyrus of his younger self. Back in the days of the underground, happily standing proud and tall while exclaiming how amazing he was. Confident and naive.

But that was the thing. BoBo wasn't naive. Sure, his confidence and happiness stood strong, but the boy wasn't stupid.

That was especially clear when he talked to Undyne. She didn't understand how he retained his innocence, even though he was clearly aware of what his family did. Addy herself, although a child, still killed people. Food was a necessary way to live, and she may have been raised that way, but the girl was willing to kill others who she didn't need to eat.

"So, do you not kill?" Undyne had asked earlier that day, red hair brushing down onto her face when she moved.

"I prefer not to," BoBo had admitted at the time, carefully leading her head back to its previous position. "It's not very nice to kill."

"Then how do you... well, you know, live with your family knowing that they kill?" Undyne asked, "Have you just accepted it?"

"Just because I don't want to kill doesn't mean there isn't good reason to," BoBo told her, "I love talking and relating to people. It's always so cute to see others happy and in perfect relationships, to see how they discover themselves! Aw, I love cute things so much. I'm BoBo, the happy one, like my Daddy is, and that's okay! But I know that some people won't listen to me, and I know that I can only have so much of an effect on people. It's in my powers to lift people up just by being around them, and to help them with relationships and struggles, and I love that! Sometimes words don't work, though, and some people won't listen. I wish they would, yeah, but everyone has to admit at some point that talking only goes so far. Even with my powers, I don't think I would be able to tame everyone down. My Daddy actually had tried to talk down Hitler before, it didn't work."

"How long has your Dad been alive?" Undyne has asked.

"Long enough to tell you have a cute button nose!" BoBo had giggled, reaching over to tap her nose. "Boop!"

After he had done Undyne's hair for the millionth time that day, the boy had actually surprised Papyrus by asking him to go into town. That's how Papyrus ended up with BoBo, the boy staring at the sweets with a look of utter content.

"Aw, I love sprinkles too! One time I spilled them on Silky, she got mad because I made her uneven. Too many red sprinkles on the right side, not enough green on the left." BoBo clapped as he looked at a doughnut. "And the doughnuts remind me of Bean!"

"Bean?" Papyrus asked.

"Beanie! She's our sister!" BoBo said, turning to look at his Uncle with a smile. "She's such a sweetie! And she loves sweets, so double sweet! You'd love her, she eats a lot of candy and bites things."

"How old is she?" Papyrus asked him, assuming her to be a young toddler or child.

"Oh, 17. She's the oldest," BoBo said.

"Huh."

"Excuse me ma'am," Bobo suddenly said, standing up to face the woman on the other side of the counter. "You are beautiful and your earrings are so adorable! Your girlfriend is going to love them!"

"Really?" The woman asked, smile pulling at her lips as her hands drifted to her ears. "You think she will? I just got them this morning, and I've been wearing them during my shift to see how they fit."

BoBo nodded. "Of course, you can pull off anything! And they show how pretty your eyes can gleam, they look like emeralds!"

The two continued, Papyrus awkwardly standing to the side before he decided to buy BoBo a doughnut. The boy seemed happy with any of them, so he settled on the sprinkle one his nephew had pointed out previously. They were also holding up the line, as BoBo couldn't seem to stop complimenting the girl, so Papyrus had to usher him out as the people behind him got frustrated. A brief turn and quick compliment seemed to remove the people's frowns.

"She's such a good cook! Dad used to make me doughnuts all the time," BoBo hummed, taking a bite into the object. "I have to save some for Silky later, it's cherry flavored and she likes cherries. Who can blame her though, cherries are fantastic!"

"That reminds me," Papyrus said, folding his hands at his sides, "About how she refuses to eat in front of us. How come?"

"That's just because she doesn't want to scare you guys away, which I don't think will happen. She has such a pretty face! People just can't appreciate it," BoBo said, "It's just a bit unusual how she eats. It's not ugly, Silky is so pretty with and without her skin! Her eyes are so adorable! Now I just want to go back home, pinch her cheeks, and play with her hair!"

"You can do that when we get back," Papyrus said, "But why did you ask me to bring you out here? Didn't you have fun with Toriel and your siblings?"

"I have fun everyday, even though Cole did steal a fossil, I still had fun!" BoBo said, "But I wanted to spend time with you! And I did want to talk to you, too."

"About what?"

"Everything. I can tell you've been a little down in the dumps, and I can never stand sad people because I will end up crying!"

BoBo wrapped his arm around Papyrus' shoulder, having to lean up slightly as Papyrus was taller. Papyrus couldn't help but feel some positive emotions swell up within his soul just from BoBo's aura, and as the boy admitted, he could do that on purpose. It was a good ability to have, to make other people around him feel naturally positive.

"You keep getting sad, and it makes me sad!" BoBo said, "I can tell you really regret what you did, but don't keep reminding yourself about it!"

"I guess it's just me being around all of you. I can't help but think about how I missed so much of your and Sans' life because of how I treated him," Papyrus said softly.

Being around BoBo, it felt as if Papyrus had nothing to hide. As if he was a life time friend and supporter, who knew just what to say to make you feel better. The boy was so pure, and somehow he managed to balance that out without it becoming overbearing. Of course, as Sans wouldn't let one of his children roam into the world thinking words could fix everything. He had always made sure Papyrus knew to fight, but Papyrus had often ignored those words. Not after the surface, though. When he saw how his words did more harm than good, he realized that simple words couldn't fix everything.

That's what worked about BoBo. He knew how to use words, and he knew just when to use them. Yet, he knew when to step back and keep his mouth closed. He had known talking about it at the house would cause more trouble, so he had separated Papyrus to have more of a one on one talk.

Oh, the boy was so pure. He was an actual walking marshmallow, and deserved a hug.

Maybe that was the extra happiness from BoBo, Papyrus couldn't tell.

For some reason, Papyrus had noticed the feeling was more powerful when Silky wasn't around. When she was around, Papyrus found himself being reminded of the forest, and of calm and peaceful situations. When the two were in the same room, it was as if their personalities canceled one another out, as to not overwhelm those around them. And with BoBo, Papyrus wanted to turn right around and march back into the pastry store and buy some sweets to give to the rest of his nieces and nephews.

Not a bad idea. He'd definitely have to save that for later.

"Just because you haven't had time to spend with us before doesn't mean that there's no time at all! You've been so great, and I don't think we would have all met this quickly if it wasn't for you. Think about it! You've housed us, helped us, and are even willing to fight demons and go to hell just to get your brother back! If that isn't from an amazing person, I don't know what is!"

"I guess so," Papyrus chuckled, feeling the happiness wash over him like waves.

BoBo was right. Papyrus didn't have to feel so sad anymore, he should focus on the future instead of the past! Even if his brother wouldn't forgive his actions immediately, that didn't mean-

The waves were gone.

It was just like a switch. One moment Papyrus had been standing next to BoBo, smiling at his nephew as he was helped through his problems. The next, it was just gone. He felt empty from the sudden loss, Papyrus shifting on his feet wearily for a moment as the world returned to normal. The people around him sensed the sudden change in the air, them looking around in confusion.

Then BoBo fell. His thud against the sidewalk was deafening, every other sound fading out.

There was a knife sticking out of his back.