Erased
It's morning. You can only tell by the telltale sound of Papyrus' alarm going off. You didn't sleep at all last night, except the short time when you had your nightmare. You're probably tired, and look it, but you really can't seem to care.
Papyrus rolls out of bed and sees you staring up at the ceiling. Whoops. You were to focused pitying yourself as the pathetic waste you are. Now Papyrus knows you weren't sleeping.
"UMMM SANS..." Papyrus says in as soft a voice as he could muster, so the others don't wake up. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP?"
What to say, What to say...
"uhhh...."
Despite how good a liar you usually are, your brain was too shot to think of anything reasonable. Damn.
"AND WHY DO YOU LOOK SO TIRED? DID YOU EVEN SLEEP AT ALL LAST NIGHT?"
Papyrus looks at you with a worried expression, and you hate that because you caused it. Papyrus shouldn't be worried. Let alone worried because of you. God you messed up.
"yeah of course i slept. c'mon you know i'm too lazy to ever stay up all night."
Lies, lies, lies.
You try to give Papyrus a convincing smile, but your not sure if he buys it. He still has that worried look on his face that you caused, and it doesn't seem to be going away.
"SANS ARE YOU OKAY? YOU'VE BEEN ACTING STRANGE EVER SINCE WE GOT TO THE SURFACE."
"yeah m'fine."
You subconsciously grab your arm with the tallies. Thankfully Papyrus doesn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
"OKAY, IF YOU SAY SO. I'M GOING TO GO MAKE BREAKFAST."
Papyrus still looks a bit worried, no wonder why, you can't even lie right, so you add in a pun for extra measure.
"i hope it's eggcelent bro."
"I'M LEAVING." Papyrus states in a seemingly very annoyed voice.
He quietly not so quietly makes his way downstairs, and you can hear the clanging of pots and pans as he starts to make breakfast.
Now, because of your inability to do anything right, Papyrus probably suspects your hiding something. He's probably going to talk with you later. And then you're going to have to lie again like the piece of garbage you are. You can't even tell the truth to your own brother. How low can you stoop?
Your hand still hasn't left your arm, and you grip it tighter, digging into the marks you made. Especially the new one which is still raw from yesterday. You probably should be feeling pain right now, but it's numb. Everything about you is numb now though. Except for the burning feeling of self hatred coursing through your body. You made Papyrus worry. Papyrus should never be worried. Does it really matter though? Won't this be gone soon? Taken away because of the whims of a kid?
A kid that you couldn't stop. A kid that you couldn't protect anyone from. You, the only person who remembers, with the only chance of actually stopping the resets, managed nothing. You failed at the one thing that you could possibly help with. You're a failure. And now you're stuck with the constant memories of your failure.
Failure. That's definitely what you are. Even before Frisk. Even before that damn flower. You've just caused pain and death. How many times have you killed? How many times have you caused the death of someone? Too many. Even excluding RESETS.
It seems as if all you can do is mess things up. You just make everyone's life harder then they should be. Maybe it would be better if you were erased from memories like him. Maybe you should be in his shoes. You are the one sole purpose he ended up in that hell hole called the void.
If everyone forgot about you... Well, their lives would probably be easier right? Papyrus wouldn't have his lazy brother dragging him down and failing to protect him. You probably wouldn't annoy everyone as much and make their lives worse. Nobody would miss you because you wouldn't even be a memory.
Unfortunately, you can't recreate that scenario in which you would be erased from time itself. So you're stuck here. Until the next RESET.
Yup. Today's gonna be a bad day.