Guardian Angel [UNDERTALE]

N°5 [ Interlude ]

Plum had awakened slowly, as always in the middle of the night. Like all the nights that lined his fucking existence. But he had neither the time nor the desire to feel sorry for himself, thinking that time was already running out, that he had to get up quickly.

As he put his feet on the cold tile floor of the room, he shivered. He didn't take the time to dress more warmly, just putting on shoes in a hurry and rushing down the corridors.

He had to calm down. He had to stay in control of himself, feel nothing. He knew that Nightmare was in the dream world, doing his job, but he knew his master and knew that too powerful negative emotions could pull him out of the dreams.

So Plum took it upon himself to think about positive things, painfully calming the frantic beating of his heart.

He discreetly reached the basement door, the same door that led to the dungeons. He shuddered in disgust. A pungent smell of mould and dampness was coming through. He gritted his teeth, not managing to get used to it despite the number of his nocturnal escapades.

He checked that no one was around and took the stairs, descending suspiciously to the dungeons of the castle, which seemed a little more morbid each time.

Each of his steps resounded, resounded against the stone walls, against the far too oppressive silence of this place .... Silence torn away by sudden screams.

Plum froze, the anxiety reaching its climax, and he rushed without thinking in the direction of the screams, those screams that twisted his soul, which intensified his anguish.

He stopped in a hurry in front of the farthest cell, did not take the time to catch his breath, which he was already throwing against the bars, clinging to it violently to freeze himself: inside the cell, lying on the ground, there was his young skeleton with black bones. His little skeleton whose hands were tied behind his back, whose eyes were blindfolded. His little skeleton curled up on itself, in a fit of tears and panic, screaming and groaning in terror.

[Fear of the dark]

[Fear of being locked up]

[Fear of silence]

"NYX!"

Plum had screamed loudly, his throat tied, his grip tightening on the bars, petrifying his young friend who stopped screaming, his breath still erratic.

"Nyx ... said Plum more softly. I'm here, my angel .... I'm here ..."

A sob. The young skeleton, in spite of his obstructed vision, managed to find the origin of the voice, to turn his head towards it:

".... Plum ...? he blew, his voice hoarse.

- I'm here... " repeated the elder, trembling, sliding to the ground.

Short silence, before Nyx stands up miserably, managing to drag himself to the bars, on his knees, exhausted, finding himself at the same height as his companion, although ... Nyx remained a little smaller than Plum, due to his younger age.

Plum slid his hands through the bars, gently laying them on his boyfriend's wet face. His thumb wiped away the few tears that were still being shed, while his second hand struggled to undo the overly tight headband ...

"Stop it," he said.

Plum gasped :

"What?