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Memories Pt.1 (A Hoennshipping Fanfic) Brandon awoke drowzily, barely managing to lift his heavy arms from the bed to pull off the sheets. He gazed at the conveniently pokeball-shaped digital clock on his jet-black desk. Brandon could barely make out the objects on his desk, he saw his game boy, his pokedex, the bag, and a picture of his rival/friend, May. Ever since they were 13, they had Pokemon Battles, they traded some Pokemon, they often used to go to 2V2 battles with other trainers. Somehow, looking at the picture, with the treat of tears welling up in his eyes, he felt nostalgic, for the days they spent in Hoenn. With a curse under his breath, he finally managed to make it out of his bed. Brandon equipped his hat, concealing his light brown hair. Brandon slung his backpack around his left shoulder, lifted it over his head, and let the strap land directly on his right shoulder. Brandon had every single thing he could ever need for his adventure. He slightly wished he could see his rival agai
Comic PapyrusGenocide run.
The word was repeated in Sans head, Papyrus survived, but no one else lived. They thought about using their special attack, the one they prepared for years, but decided to give it a grand entrance. They just got past Mettaton NEO, Sans and Papyrus able to see it. Sans taught Papyrus the magic in his eye, the blasters, everything to help. Papyrus had a glowing orange eye, which meant he awakened his powers. Frisk was running, they wanted this to be over. "papyrus, you know that this attack is almost permanent. so you sure you want to do this?" Sans asked. "OF COURSE, BROTHER." Papyrus said, almost cut off by Frisk charging through the door.
Their LV was 17, killing Papyrus would get them to LV 19. "Sparing Papyrus did nothing for you. Why try? You knew you were going to die here." Frisk said, smiling more sinister than ever. "heh, you would think." Sans laughed, looking up at his younger brother. Papyrus snapped his fingers, and Frisk fell down hard to the floor. "YOU'RE B