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Fell’s knees trembled beneath his own weight.

In moments, the ground was racing up to meet him. His reflexes were just enough to stop the freefall. Not enough to keep the individual grains of dirt from going fuzzy.

Sans’s red eyelights. “whatever you say, boss.” i love you papyrus

Undyne’s large toothy grin. “That was ALMOST good enough!” Keep improving, punk!

“HOW CAN I SAVE THEM WHEN I CAN’T EVEN KILL A DUMMY?!”

The dirt crunched as the blurring figure approached, going to sharp focus briefly as wet warmth slid down his cheekbones, and Fell bowed his head to hide his shame. His chest constricted. Desperately willing away the specters that haunted his conscience, he stares straight ahead, jaw flexing as he swallows the unseen weight lodged in his throat.

A soft touch at his chin has him flinching away as surely as he’d been dealt a blow, and Fell gave a silent snarl as he glanced up to his counterpart, daring him to show him pity.

There was none on Slim’s face.

His eyelights were bright, and alert, searching his face for something. Whatever it was he found, his expression hardened with resolution.

“fortify yourself, papyrus.”

Fell could still feel every strained bone trembling in his body as he was led back to his feet, the exertion of their training taking its toll on him. Even with his high LV, he wasn’t sure that Slim’s instruction wasn’t meant to kill him eventually. Every time that Fell missed a vital area on the dummy, a tight pattern of bone attacks came pouring toward him like a torrent of toxic spikes whittling his HP long after they’d passed through him. 

Even if he did pass this, there was no guarantee that he’d come back to the violent world he called home before Sans- HIS Sans- pushed him through a strange machine, giving him no chance to face the human before being whisked away to another universe. 

The very thought made the world waver with accursed water rising in his eye sockets. Stepping back, shaking out of the hold Slim kept on his shoulders, he nearly fled. Those hands caught him again, wrapping around the back of his skull as Slim stepped forward to quietly press a kiss to his left eye socket, and then to his right. Fell gaped at him, but his counterpart merely stared back coolly.

“there will be another chance. now… a g a i n.”

Fell summoned another attack pattern before he realized what he was doing, resuming the training without another word. It was like his despair had been frozen in its tracks.

I know I probably deserved this for asking for a prompt which would inevitably involve angst—but ouch.