A Dying Soul

what the fuck did you do

A haunting breeze swooshed through the sunshine lit hall. It's done. It's finally over. Did they really deserve such a fate? All the pain they went through before dying. How cruel of you to do such a thing. They were a child. An undeveloped soul. You killed them in cold blood. Don't you feel ashamed of yourself for doing such an unprovoked act? You monster. Their lifeless, empty body lies on the ground, surrounded by puddles of sorrowful blood. You stare the corpse, waiting for the soul to destroy itself. It floated up from the child's body and made breaking sounds. But it didn't... crack. It was firm, floating with a light dusty glow. Was it still alive? You sigh coldly, walking cautiously to the soul and the dead child. You hovered the soul closer to yourself, then checking it. It... had one bit of health left. The body was done, but the soul wasn't. It seemed determined to stay alive. Your sockets narrow and you gruffly cough. You're tired, aren't you? Sweat was rolling down your exhausted skeletal face. The soul's light dims slowly. You decide it'll be best if you keep the soul on hand, just not too close or it'll merge with you. Keeping the underground and especially your brother safe if they just don't do anything.

"look kid, you're going to stay with me for a while, alright? no... time travel mumbo-jumbo, stay in this form and we won't have a problem. I'll even keep you alive."

The soul seemingly agreed by nodding itself, hovered tiredly above your mitted hands. You sigh, almost blowing the soul away. You lightly chuckle from your own actions then you walk behind a shadowy pillar in the golden room, now you've both entered the kitchen of the currently empty skele-bro's house by exiting the cabinet under the tall sink. ... huh. You put the soul into a jar with a few sticks of raw spaghetti in it, closing the lid tightly. "sit still. let me find something to keep you alive." You say to the almost dead soul as you trot to the fridge, your slippers almost falling off whilst you lean over in the baren cold fridge. You use the tips of your gloves to caress a can of expired MTT brand soda from the back of refrigerator. You manage to roll it over closer to you, you 'aha!' to yourself as you pick it up. You close the door of the freezing over machine and begin to walk to the counter where the jar was sat at. "hey I found a—"

The jar was being pushed near the edge of the counter with their weak self. You flinch, quickly pushing the jar back to the middle of the counter. "don't do that. you are not going to die from glass in my kitchen." You huffed gruffly. The soul dimmed, as if it was sad. You squint your sockets. "I have some sodey for you, jerk. don't be doing that." you say to it while popping open the expired soda can and opening the lid of the jar, pouring a little in there to not drown it. ... the soul seems to absorb it, somehow healing slowly. You roll your eyelights, begrudgingly you continue feeding the soul with soda. 

(should i continue this idk i wrote this out of boredom)