Frisk Absorbs Toriel OneShot NEVER AGAIN

>You face down Toriel, as she begins to turn to dust.
>You're heartbroken - you didn't want to fight her!
>You didn't want to hurt her!
>You wanted to prove you were tough enough to get home, but, but, you didn't want this!
>You wanted her to live, to spare her, but her name wasn't yellow!
>No!
>You reach forward, grabbing her softly crumbling body.
>Hot tears run down your cheeks onto her dust.
>You are DETERMINED.
>DETERMINED to not...
>(Your tears mix with her dust)
>let..
>(Her body becomes lighter, the smell of ash in your nostrils)
>her...
>(The slurry splatters across your chest as her form collapses)
>DIE!
>(Your arms hug through the space her body was, hugging yourself as you feel SOMETHING pass INTO you)
>...

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>sans approaches the kid from behind.
>He's grinning.
>Perfect set up for a prank.
"D O N ' T Y O U K N O W H O W T O G R E E T A N E W F R I E N D ?"
>He sneaks up behind the child, whoopie cushion in hand, internally giggling at the kids reaction.
>...but something's off.
>The kid has...white fur?
>Long ears?
>They turn around, regarding sans with a matronly look.
>"Don't you know not to approach children from behind?" they say, a voice semi-recognisable, "It is not very polite."
>That voice...!
>No...
>"kn-knock, knock," says sans, sweat gathering at his forehead.
>The kid instantly brightens.
>Oh no, no, no, no
>"Who is there?" SHE replies, entranced.
>Oh god above kid, what did you DO!?

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>You are THE GREAT PAPYRUS!
>You have been searching all over Snowdin looking for your idle, lazy, slothful excuse for a brother, sans.
>Where IS that blue-hoodied hooligan?
>He has to reset his traps!
>After all, if he doesn't set the traps, then a human might get past them.
>And if THAT happens, then how will Papyrus get into the Royal guard then!?
>How will Papyrus be able to stop sans from punning all day and make something of himself?
>How will he get popularity and kisses from lovely robot celebrities?
>How will he get Undyne's respect!?
>How will he get crowned 'Coolest Skeleton Ever'!?
>Such things are unthinkable!
>Furiously tapping your foot, you think near the empty guard post as to where your sneaky slothful sibling has hidden himself to no doubt nap!
>You hear a yelp of noise further down the path.
>What ho!? Is that!
> A HUMAN!?
>...no, it's a rock.
>BUT.
>Beyond that rock you hear the familiar grumblings of your brother!
>You pirruoette and dance away towards your no-doubt-fell-asleep-and-got-buried-in-snow brother!
>Elegantly, you land and pose, to observe a curious sight.
>Your brother is rambling most uncharacteristically as he violently shakes a mini-clone of Asgore.
>You delicately sweep in and grab sans, holding his body high above your head, while he thrashes like an imputent toddler.
>"SANS!" you yell, amazed, "I AM IMPRESSED THAT YOU'VE TRIED TO MAKE A FRIEND, BUT I FEAR THAT YOUR TECHNIQUE IS LACKING!"
>sans breifly freezes, eyes looking at you nervously.
>"pap," he says, full of concern, "pap, listen to me, you have to get away from it!"
>Ah.
>It's quite clear what is happening!
>"FEAR NOT, BRRROTHER!" you say, cheerfully, "SOMETIMES EMBARRASSING THINGS HAPPEN WHEN YOU MAKE FRIENDS! BUT THESE THINGS ARE NOT AN EXCUSE TO RUN AWAY! IF I RAN AWAY THE FIRST TIME MY EMERGENCY SPAGHETTI FELL OUT OF MY BATTLE BODY IN FRONT OF UNDYNE, I WOULDN'T BE WHERE I AM TODAY!"
>You sling your startled miscreant brother under your arm.
>"AND NOW WE MUST PUSH THROUGH YOUR EMBARRASMENT AT NOT BEING A GOOD FRIEND MAKER, AND MAKE FRIENDS, STARTING WITH..."
>You turn to the left (the best direction), finger pointing.
>Befriending a rock?
>Nah, sans already has one of those.
>He needs new horizons!
>You turn some more.
>A tree?
>Pfft, sans would make non-stop bark puns no doubt!
>You turn some more.
>Snow?
>How does on even befriend SNOW that is not in the form of a snowman!?
>You turn some more.
>And your outstretched pointy digit comes into contact with a thoroughly confused goat kid's nose.
>"...THIS MINI-ASGORE!"
>The goat blinks, a look of mortification coming over it's face.
>"Mini...Asgore?" it says, confused and slightly upset.
>No doubt put off by sans' embarrassing behaviour.
>Your brother thrashes under your arm.
>"bro, srsly, bro, stop," he whines petulently, "it'll...eat us, bro!"
>"NYEH HEH HEH!" you nyeh heh heh, "YOU ARE SUCH A SILLY BAG OF BONES SANS! HOW CAN SUCH A TINY ADORABLE KING-COPY EAT US! THE ONLY THING THAT IS GETTING EATEN..."
>With a flourish of your free hand, you reveal a steaming plate of emergency spaghetti.
>"...IS THIS EMERGENCY SPAGHETTI, MADE BY A TRUE, GENUINE SPAGHETOR!"
>You leap over to the mini-Asgore.
>You stand tall, a plate of the Best Food in one hand, held aloft.
>Your brother flops angrily under your other arm.
>You smile widely as your scarf dances in the breeze.
>"GREETINGS! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SOON TO BE ROYAL GUARDSMAN AND HUMAN HUNTER!"
>You heft your brother under your arm.
>"THIS IS MY LAZY BONES BROTHER, SANS! UNFORTUNATELY, HE'S MISBEHAVING RIGHT NOW, BUT I'M SURE HE MEANS WELL! FOR NOW, I WILL TAKE CHARGE OF THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND SAIL US TOWARDS HAPPINESS!"
>You offer the plate.
>"WHAT IS YOUR NAME, SOON-TO-BE-FUTURE-BEST-FRIEND-OF-SANS?" you ask, politely.
>The Tinygore looks at you amused as they take the plate.
>"My name is Tori-...my name is Fri-..."
>The goat seems profoundly confunded.
>Just like you are when exposed to a particularly puzzling puzzle!
>"FEAR NOT, TINYGORE!" you say, "I, TOO, SOMETIMES HAVE REMEMBERING MY NAME! JUST YESTERDAY I SPELT IT PYPARUS INSTEAD OF PAPYRUS!"
>You lean in to conspiratorially whisper, but then think the Tinygore might not hear you and decide to yell anyway
>"I FEAR THAT I WON'T RECIEVE MY LATEST SHIPMENT OF TRAPS MONTHLY!" you cry.
>You lean back.
>"PERHAPS SOME DEEP AND INVIGORATING PUZZLING WILL HELP YOU REMEMBER! AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS..."
>You hold up a startled sans before you.
>"...THAT SANS HERE NEEDS TO RECALIBRATE HIS PUZZLES!" you say, mildly upset, "WHICH HE WILL DO RIGHT NOW!"
>You put the grumpy skeleton under your arm.
>"WHY DON'T YOU COME ALONG, LITTLE GORE, AND TEST YOUR METTLE AGAINST OUR HUMAN-DECIEVING TRAPS! I MEAN," you add, hastily, "I KNOW YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN, LITTLE GORE, BUT YOU CAN STILL TEST YOUR METTLE AGAINST I, THE GREAT TRAPMASTER PAPYRUS!"
>Mini-Asgore looks at you dubiously.
>No doubt that such an offer to hang out with your awesome is something even this poor little goat-kid can even comprehend!
>But then, they smile happily.
>"I would very much like that, Great Papyrus," she says, "although while I am uncertain of my own name..."
>A dark look passes over her little face.
>"...I DEFINITELY don't think it's Asgore," she grinds out.
>"OF COURSE!" you chirp, "WE CAN SAFELY SCRATCH THAT NAME OFF THE LIST OF POSSIBLE MINI-NOT-ASGORE NAMES!"
>You turn, striding off towards the next puzzle.
>You hear the little goat slurping up your spaghetti behind you, making your heart soar.
>A new friend!
>You can't believe it!
>Maybe this is the turning point for you!
>With this new friend's help, you might be able to come up with the trap that catches the next human!
>Unseen to you, your brother takes two digits to his eyes.
>Then back to the goat kid.
>The goat kid tries to hide how much this hurts them.
>As does everything else.