A Wicked Smile

Everlasting Nightmares

Yup, so.. It's been 'round 10 months since I last updated the story. Being honest, I had absolutely no time to focus on this given the stuff in my life (and that I forgot I even had Wattpad). But now, as I sorted most of the stuff out, I'll probably get to continue this story.

Or forget about it for another month.

Anyways, hope you will enjoy the chapter.

Smile guys :)

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With the urge of sleep returning, I started experiencing things that I would want to forget so badly..

Nightmares.

This time it wasn't any different.

I appeared in Mom's House, hearing the giggle and laughing of others.

The time when I fell down and was loved by the people adopting me.

The ones that cared for me and placed hopes on me, which I tried desperately to justify, fearing that I would be abandoned without doing so.

Though it wasn't true. By the moment I realized it, It was too late for me to say "I'm sorry."

It was too late for me to feel at home in this family, to say how I didn't want to leave.

I walk through the corridors, hearing their voice.

"Come on, Chara!" He says, giggling. "It's absolutely safe!"

The child in a sweater snickers quietly before accepting his offer, getting on Asgore's shoulders.

"We can see anywhere from this height, mom!"

I look at this with a smile. I miss those times, knowing well enough that I cannot turn it back.

"Be careful, darling!" Toriel responds, smiling.

"Our tower is soft enough, we are going to be safe here!" Asriel says happily, as his father snickers.

"King Fluffybuns at your service." He now raises the two above slightly, as all of them continue laughing.

And then, the only thing that made me think this wasn't a nightmare vanishes, just as wind blows off the dust.

Now, I saw an absolutely other picture.

Three Bodies of the only ones dear to me laying on the floor as lifeless piles of dust, traces of fighting left on walls.

I fall onto my knees, feeling how something cracks inside me.

I know what will happen next.

I know who did it.

It was..

..But when I look at my arms, there was nothing.

No knife, no dust..

Nothing that could possibly tell I did it.

And then, footsteps coming closer. I never heard it beforehand.

Then, he enters the room.

He stands there with a dagger, the blade and his clothes covered in ash. But on his face, there was a smile. A smile of sadistic enjoyment.. A smile I remember too greatly to forget. Instead of his eyes, there was red-orange void.

I cannot believe it..

It can't be [Y/n].

He's not like that!