Guardian Angel [UNDERTALE]

N°13 [ Nyx ]

[He was born to kill.]

It wasn't a lie, or a depression, or just a quick remark made in haste. It was simply a statement of fact. A statement about what his life had been like, both before and after he was born.

He was born to kill. He had been raised to kill. And Nyx often retained a bitter laugh when he saw the people around him looking at him with pity, looking at him as a poor little thing who had been given no choice.

Plum had also looked at him for a long time like that. Plum was like all those unconscious people who looked at him and said, "The poor child, tortured by his parents, locked up in the dungeons, forced to do things he doesn't want to do!"

That was a lot of misunderstanding about Nyx.

Because Nyx wasn't an idiot. Nyx knew he had a choice.

And his choice naturally went in favor of his parents. His parents, whom he wanted to make proud and protect, no matter what.

"Nyx, are you listening?"

Nightmare's voice was deep, intimidating. Enough for his son to fold before him, lower his eyes to the ground:

"Yes, father. I'm all ears."

The master of misfortune left his throne, his tentacles waving nervously, contrasting with the inexpressive face of their host:

"I don't care what happens to the other colored bastard. But he'd better not be in my way when I'm facing Killer.

- I understand, father. I'll take care of it."

Nyx squealed, however, when an appendage grabbed it by the throat, to better press it against the wall on its back. Nightmare came closer, almost sticking his face close to him, the pupil crackling with a dangerous, devastating glow:

"Don't disappoint me."

He released his son and left the room. The young skeleton fell to the ground, grimacing slightly, and massaged his throat.

He could have run away. His magic was unimpeded, he could teleport himself safely out of the castle, see his pencil retrieved and open a portal to another AU. He could do it easily, just as he knew he could hide from everyone, even his parents.

A spell to camouflage his magic. A spell to camouflage his emotions. A spell to teleport him.

He had everything he needed to escape, to get away from here.

But he chose to stay.

[He'd always had a choice.]

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Color threw himself into a frantic race, too exhausted to use his magic. He succumbed to despair, despite all his fervor and courage... He succumbed, exhausted and terrified, as he watched in the distance as his beloved Killer tried to defend himself against Nightmare.

"Killer!"

He tried to call, to show his soul mate that he was there for him, but his voice was too weak, much too weak.

And tentacles pinned him to the ground.

He hiccupped, a grimace of pain escaping him as he felt his bones cracking all over the place.

"You're the one who caused Father so much trouble...?" Nyx questioned him as he quietly joined him, looking intrigued.

Color coughed, felt the pungent taste of blood fill his puck without being able to retain a reply: