As I walked home from the Snowdin Forest, I thought to myself. What was I doing this for? My problem with everything being different is hard to deal with. Was she... Um..., was Toriel right? It couldn't have been the girl giving Papyrus a reason to believe. It couldn't. Maybe it didn't really matter. Toriel was right. I was the problem. I just had to go with it. But why-? ... I also need to stop asking so many questions.

Snowdin finally came into view, but I made sure to take my time. I didn't want to quite be back just yet. It would probably drive me mad with everything constantly nagging at me. Without much choice, I decided to go to Grillby's.

Pushing open the door, I was surprised to find that nobody was greeting me. The only person there was Grillby! Confused, I approached the counter and sat down. He noticed my sudden appearance but didn't say anything. He seemed too occupied with drying the glass cup in his fiery hand. Finally, he places the glass cup neatly with the others and leaves. When he returned, he held a bottle of ketchup and placed it in front of me. I slowly remove the cap and stare at it. I put the cap back on and kinda push it away and slump over onto the counter, just thinking.

"Okay, what's wrong?" asked Grillby.

I glanced up at him. "Just thinking. However, I'm just biting at my time. I just don't want to go back to see Papyrus," I replied.

Grillby seemed surprised by my response. "I thought you enjoyed Papyrus's company! Why don't you want to see him?"

"Haven't you noticed that he's been different lately?"

Grillby thought. He nodded after a moment of thinking. "He did come in here earlier and ordered a burger. I couldn't believe his choice. After he said that he hated grease! Then, he guzzled down a huge vanilla milkshake like the world was going to end."

I couldn't help but feel enlightened a little by his choice of words. I sat up and shook my head. "Like I said, I'm just biting at my time. It's not that I don't want to see him. I want to see him a lot. I just need some time to adjust to this new him."

"Well, I'd ask why he's changed, but maybe I can save that for another time. I hope you get around to feeling normal again sometime soon. Although might I give you a suggestion?" asked Grillby.

"What?"

"Usually, it always helps me to get over a sudden change by getting into it myself. Whatever Papyrus is doing, I'm sure you can certainly try doing it too," Grillby replied cheerfully.

I take up stories and roleplay? I've never really thought much of my storytelling skills. Sometimes I'd tell Papyrus an original story when he got really bored or scared. Roleplay it? I thought about it. I'd have to have Undyne look in on more conversations first. I nodded my thanks to Grillby and stood to my feet.

"Well, thanks for the suggestion and for the company. I'll be going now. I'll see ya tomorrow."

As I teleported from Grillby's to my front doorstep. I thought about what Grillby said. Getting myself into stories and roleplay. I cleared my throat and gave myself a moment before I entered.

"At last, after leaving the fair lady of the woods, Sans makes his way back to his home to the delicious smell of cinnamon...," I stated. I glanced around. Papyrus was gone. A little disappointed, I huffed. "Man, all of that dialogue for nothing."

I started up the stairs and heard a furious scribbling noise from Papyrus's room. Out of curiosity, I snuck up to the door and cracked it open. With fascination, I watched as Papyrus scribbled down words rapidly onto a piece of paper. He then crumpled up the paper and threw it behind him into a trash can that was full of other crumpled up papers. Finally, a clock in the corner of the room went off and Papyrus put down the pencil and sighed. "Well, I'll be winging it tonight, I guess."

He stood up from the desk and made his way to the door. Terrified, I jumped and teleported down the stairs because who would want to get caught eavesdropping? Papyrus poked his head out the door and slid down the banister of the staircase and made his way humming to the front door without even acknowledging me. He left and I watched through the window as Papyrus made his way towards the Waterfall area.

"Well, someone's in quite a hurry to leave," is all I could bring myself to say with a smidge of jealousy. I closed the window. Welp, time to call Undyne!

Undyne picked up instantly and started yelling at me for hanging up on her. Of course, trying to explain to Undyne was next to impossible so I just cut to the chase. You know, after a bunch of yelling.

"YOU BONEHEAD! You should know better than to hang up on the captain to the Royal Guard! Now you're going to pay! DEARLY!!" Undyne shouted.

Somehow, I didn't mind the yelling. I just shook my head and knelt to the floor. "Never mind! Papyrus is coming back to Waterfall. I want you to listen in again. Please," I begged. It was unlike me to think about groveling before Undyne, but I was almost doing it just because of how much I needed her assistance for this.

I heard Undyne slowly exhale and I knew what that meant. She was going to agree! "Fine. But only for Papyrus. I DON'T CARE A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOU AFTER WHAT YOU DID!!"

"Yeah. I don't really care about me either."

After a quick run to the place in the extremely early morning, she was telling me how she was confused on how he knew she had been back around. Only about three hours went by and things couldn't possibly move that fast. But, sure enough, the mysterious being had been back through. Almost by magic, a mysterious wind picked up. Undyne was able to get the phone close enough to pick up what the mysterious female had said. I was amazed by how young her voice sounded. Like a nine-year-old was talking.

Your story was beautiful, Papyrus! I've never heard someone perform their story as flawlessly as you! I mean, there's no way you could have thought this up on your own! Did you? What's your secret?! Plus, I don't mind the whole romance thing. I'm just a little surprised by you asking my name. It's been a long time since anyone's asked. Truth is, I don't really have a name. However, if you want to call me something, you can call me... Fantasy. That's what I asked everyone to call me because I was never given a real name. However, enough about this! Let's tell another story!

I noticed that Papyrus seemed slightly saddened by her lack of a name. Finally, he replied with his much louder voice. "Indeed! On to more plots! How's this?"

"Within the land that existed only in a dream, there was a one without a two. She called and called for her two, but he never came... Finally, the one gave up and tried to move on and forget her dream of love... So, one day, she was out shopping in the market with a spring in her step. A birthday party for her younger sister was around the corner! She was going to pick up the stuff she needed for the cake and a present if she found one good enough. As soon as she bought the items needed, two robbers appeared and shoved her to the ground!"

Crash!

"Oof! You savages! Don't you understand that it's wrong to harm a lady?!" she demanded.

"Ehehe... A pretty little bird like you should stay in your little cage... Don't you know that there are wild animals out for your beauty? Like us?" they told her.

"Ahh!"

They tied her up and hoisted her into their wagon. Nobody knew that anything was wrong... She kicked at them, but it was no use. As the robbers were about to leave, a fiery arrow zipped through the crowd and jammed the wooden wheel! The wagon became engulfed in flames! The girl cried and the robbers escaped.

"No way I'm going to stick through this! We can always just steal a new wagon!" they said as they ran.

The girl was still tied up. She screamed for help, but everyone was too busy running away. Suddenly, from within the fire, one man appeared and jumped onto the one safe spot on the wagon just before the girl! He got out his knife and cut her loose. Unable to figure out what else to do, she clung to him for safety.

"Don't worry, I'm here to save you. Not even the claws of this fire shall be good enough to have you," he said boldly.

With a mighty leap, he and the girl sprang from the wagon and onto solid ground! The dust sprang up and the firemen finally came to put out the fire. As the fire died in the distance, the man looked to the girl. "For now, safety be with you. But I assure you, those two shall come again..."

"But if they come, who'll be there to be my hero?" she asked.

"I'll hear your scream from a million miles away. I'll come running to see you to safety."

"But if you were asleep, would you wake up to save me?"

"In the world where evil never sleeps, good shan't either. My eyes and ears will forever be sharp for the cries of those in need."

"But those cries! If you shall be injured, or if you shall die, what will they do then?! Will your spirit save them?"

"If by spirit I must, then I shall. Not even death shall prevent me from doing the right thing."

...

"Well, that's about all for now! I'm sorry that it wasn't as detailed or intense, but I was really trying to think up something new to present to you. However, my mind brought me nothing. So, I'm just thinking this up from the top of my head. Whether if we shall continue this is up to you," Papyrus explained. I could hear Undyne was short of breath and awestruck. I couldn't help but somewhat agree with her.

A moment passes and Papyrus listens over his message to take a few notes. He nods to himself and leaves. What he didn't pick up was me and Undyne hiding among the other echo flowers. When he was out of sight, I raced up to the echo flower. Undyne shot past me with a confused expression. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to continue the story."

"How? What are you going to do? Add yourself to the story?! You know you can't do that! Do you know how complicated this is going to become if you just add yourself to the story?!" she demanded. I ignored her.

Turning around, I saw an echo flower that wasn't repeating the story. Kneeling before it, I whispered in a deep voice, "So, they got away... Well, the little bird will soon know that her place is not with her knight in shining armor, but with me... She can never truly understand until she feels the power of my evil. And then, she shall come crawling to my hands... The knight? Oh, he'll get what's coming to him."

I smirked at Undyne. She finally seemed to understand. "You're making yourself the villain? Why?" she asked.

"What's a good story without a good villain?"

"Huh?"

And so a glorious rivalry began.

Returning to my house, I saw Papyrus back to his paper and scribbling away at possible plots. I couldn't help but be excited about his reaction. Would he know right away that it was him? If Papyrus could figure out about Toriel, who was going to say that he couldn't figure out about the entering villain?

"Brother! Glad to see you've returned! Are you feeling prepared to experience yet another bright and amazing day?!" demanded Papyrus.

I yawned and stretched. "Sure, bro. Maybe after a nap or something. By the way, could you make those awesome cinnamon rolls again?" I asked. The memory of the scent wafting up the stairs returned to my memory. Disappointment filled me when Papyrus shook his head.

"I plan on continuing forward. Today, I shall be making something else. Heard of something called "bacon" from Undyne... She said that it tastes amazing. And that it's almost always smothered in grease," Papyrus replied with a perplexed look.

"Bro, you hate grease. Why are you making something you hate?" I asked.

"Because... I want to... Be different from before...," he answered slowly. I jumped at his sudden honesty. I had discovered the truth, but it sounded more important and truthful coming from him. Papyrus could never successfully hide a lie.

Start from the beginning. I wanted to say this, but I refrained from anything. If he wanted to tell me, he can tell me. I don't want him to say anything he didn't want to. So, I let him be.

"I suppose that this was going to happen sooner or later, but Undyne said that she wouldn't let me into the guard. Ever since then, I've been trying new things! Maybe to prove that I am capable of more than she knows... I've been pursuing new heights! Overcoming past fears! Making new friends even! I want to see new worlds open up for me... And... I realized that I've done the same silly things every day... I believe that it's time for a change. What about you, Sans? Have you done anything new lately?" asked Papyrus.

I was amazed. A whole new perspective of the situation was opened up to me. I thought about his question. The first answer that came to mind was yes. Thinking it over, everything in my life, I came to a startling conclusion. He was right. We do the same things every day. Nothing new ever happens. I tell my jokes and hide my inner secrets from others. Papyrus makes spaghetti, patrols Snowdin forest, and makes puzzles. I shoved my hands into my pockets. "No."

"You see, that's why! Let's change something! Anything you want and we may never see it again!" Papyrus chirped.

"Well..., there is one thing...," I stated.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

"There! It's finished! How does it look?!" Papyrus demanded from the top of his handy-dandy step ladder. I nod and give him a thumbs up.

"Looks good!"

"I honestly have no idea why you wanted to increase the height of our sink, but it does give a bit of a flare to the house! You wake up in the morning when- OH MY GOSH! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE- Oh yeah! We increased the height of the sink! I forgot!" I couldn't help but laugh at his impersonation of himself. Well, one thing new. An entire house was still left to go.

A hand rested on my shoulder. "One day, it'll be different every day. We just need that last human to fall and I'll take the human to Undyne. Without a doubt, the barrier will be broken. One day..."

I nodded in agreement. Freedom. Something I haven't thought about in years. It did sound nice. Once or twice, I was tempted to ask Asgore what the surface was like. Why didn't the sun just incinerate all humans because it was so hot? What traditions and customs do humans have? Questions that might one day have an answer. All answers riding on a soul.

Heh.

I can't kill the human. I promised Toriel.

But for a human to fall into the Underground again with a strong enough soul...

Well, that's a thought.

What do you think Fantasy?