Horrible Terrors (UndertalexReader)

What A Mess

WE HAVE FANART!!!!! First is this https://www.quotev.com/story/15191094/Artsyy-b by Yannix on Quotev. And we also have https://postimg.cc/bGgg4kFW made by SomeDoodleDude also on Quotev! I just want to thank these two so much for these beautiful pieces of art! They are amazing.

Also! This chapter was going to be a lot longer but I found a nice stopping spot so I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think in the comments below! They're what I thrive on.

The air was buzzing with energy but it felt crisp and clear as it entered her lungs. The lights were blinding and her eyes pulsed with pain as her pupils contracted for the first time in what felt like decades. She was temporarily blind and her lungs burned from the fresh, electrified air but she didn't care. She was free.

Her body trembled against the force of that prison trying to suck her back in and hold her there and her muscles strained against the gateway but she didn't care. All that circulated in her mind was the purest sense of freedom she had felt since-

She willed her body forward. The edges of the gateway immediately slipped closer together as one arm reached out, breaking loose from the pull of the past. As she pulled her legs, the last supports keeping the portal open, through and into the world the gate quickly snapped back to the size it had been before she appeared but before it disappeared into her fingertips Vanilla caught sight of a hauntingly familiar face that sent chills down his spine.

The human slowly descended to the ground as she basked in the rays of sunlight that shinned into the remains of the lab, the warmth on sickly skin. It was clear that it hadn't been exposed to the sun in quite some time and she was taking in as much as she could in these brief moments.

Brief being the key word seeing as the moment her feet touched the ground a tremor rakes through her body from toe to top. All of the hair on her body raises as she crumples to the ground, nausea churning up her throat and out her mouth in colorless stomach acid and spit. She continues to dry heave as her foundations crumble.

She can't tell which way is up as she slumps to her forearms, her head lulling to the side before she slips into the puddle of her vomit. She could feel her bones creak against the force that pulled her to the ground and hear her heart pumping in her as blood rushed to her head.

Her breath cut short and her lungs strained and her muscles spasmed. The broken tile felt smooth and sharp under her hands, the soothing warmth of the sun was suddenly burning, and even when she closed her eyes the light burned her retinas. It was all too much to bear even though she needed only to endure it for a few moments before she blacked out, laying in the middle of the lab's shattered tile flooring.

Vanilla and Alphys stared on in confused disturbance. Did all of that just happen or was this a hallucination created by his dying mind as a means of easing the pain of his form dusting before his soul shattered?

Seemingly having the same thought both Vanilla and Alphys reached over to one another and poked what they could reach without taking their eyes off the twitching body of the collapsed human. Nope, they definitely felt that so this must be real.

Vanilla slumped to the ground and let himself lay flat on his back as he stared up at the fluffy clouds that slowly inched across the beautiful blue expanse of the surface's sky. He heard Alphys do the same, flopping to the ground, and assumed the same position as him.

Allowing themselves to be in the moment, to breathe and revel in their own existence and pulsing magic. Vanilla felt a hysterical laugh bubble up and burst out of him at the terrifying risks of the situation they just evaded. His ribcage heaved and he rolled over on his side, pulling his knees up and wrapping himself securely in his arms. Tears streamed down his face as he continued to release ugly sob-filled laughs that would frequently be interrupted with a fit of coughs.