Touch of the Blues

Sky

That was the sun

A glowing ball of fire in endless blue.

It brought such hope to everyone as they finally stepped out of the shadow of there mountain/prison.

Blue listened to there cheers.

The cries of joy.

The weeping.

For it was finally over.

He sighed, gloved hands clenching.

"Bro..." Papyrus said, Blue released a breath and forced his hands to unclench.

"Sorry," Blue said, making sure he stayed smiling.

It never lasted.

It didn't matter, if it was days, a month or sometimes even a year or two.

They always ended under the mountain again.

"Let them be happy," Papyrus said dropping his cigarette, crushing it under his shoe and began to walk to where everyone was starting to gather.

Blue looked at the child, it didn't really matter who was in charge of the body as both were puppets to whatever drove them to Genocide and other routes.

A shadow seemed to be upon them.

He smiled a mite bitterly, this time would be so short.

His gaze lifted up to the sky, blue like his nickname.

The power of the Reset washed over him.