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The smaller skeleton stood there, hidden back behind their house. The thing which pretended to be human was to meet his brother now and he refused to leave them alone.
As it took a few steps forward, he found himself unable to move. He couldn't even think, it felt like everything was muffled, his thoughts, his control over his body, everything.
He should do something, right? He doesn't trust the thing, even with how much Papyrus insists they can change. They can't.
And yet he just stood there as the beast drove a knife across his hope's throat.