Last tale - A Different Route (Review & Revision)

Things Get Weird (Revised)

"Nghh..."

I toss and turn, the familiar smell of herbal Sweet & Soft fabric conditioner with rose keeping me in its slumber.

A gentle, but scrawny bone hand lifted my head up for a nice sopa de rez. I do not deserve this.

An agonizing pain returns, to scream would hurt me and Chara. As well as the rest of the monsters of the underground.

I don't need this pain anymore...

Why wouldn't anyone understand that?

Whoever someone uses me for their own personal gain - my determination and kindness wades away to a thin branch. So when it comes to her being kind to me, or anyone else who are quite nice.

I always shut them out.

"You really don't need to worry about me, go on ahead; I'll be on lookout tonight."

But they say: "But you need to look after yourself as well! Don't push to the point of burning out."

Because they reminded me of my gullible self.

They always come back to me, the nightmares of when I had been kinder, stronger, caring, a pacifist.

No matter if I'm a leader of the end of the world group, or I'm working hard to get by each day without worrying about anything else that I cannot obtain that is out of my reach.

As much as It would be of help to have someone by my side, I wouldn't want to lose them again like I had with my family and Her.

I want to withdraw from a monsters kindness, yet, my heart is telling me to keep them close.

But yet, shutting someone out... it felt like nothing to me.

Taking back control, it's what I've always wanted and done.

My body won't spurn and reject the soup given to me.

I want to free the monsters of their misery, why couldn't they be happy having happy lives in the darkest unknown.

There's nothing left for anyone up there.

"He... hello?"

A familiar fair white skin child peered over, "Your here...?" I questioned.

Her shimmering velvet black hair fell over her shoulders as she raised a perplexed brow.

"Of course, where else would I be?"

"By the lords, I thought you were..."

I had only realized that I could sit up without the slightest discomfort in my throat and chest.

In a blink of an eye, a blonde woman with a pixie cut looks overwhelmed - sweat dripping down her face as she coughed violently in her bed.

"Frisk, do kind replacing this cooler towel for the old?" She asked, hading me a small one with a sigh.

I tense, I knew what it meant.

I turned to face that knowing smile everybody had when they were on the brink of their end.

"I want..." My hands trembled, oh how I hate thinking about this moment.

She nodded, her labored breathing slowing as she held her mother's simply sewing kit to her chest.

She closed her eyes and whispered the final breath. "Thank you... for everything, you guys always know what to do. Even if it was only for a little time, you both make the world shine brightest."