Highly inspired from "Old doll" from "Mad father", a horror rpg game.
This is very unrelated to NxK, I know, but I felt like just writing it here because the idea is haunting me.
Listen, I ship Frisk and Chara, but more like when they're old enough? Forbidden love, ig. Opinions are validated, I understand if you dislike it, I won't say anything, not like I do.
That aside, this is some angst ig? Hope u enjoy it, skip if you don't like it!
Proceed with caution.
-Xen
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|Narrator|
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In solitude, I walk down this path,
A heart once full, now torn in half.
Memories of the past, a bittersweet refrain,
Echoes of laughter, now drowned in pain.
My dear companion, forever out of reach,
A love forbidden, a bond we couldn't breach.
In this surface, I wander,
A solitary soul, aching for their love, one that made me whole for what felt like forever.
The weight of loneliness, a burden hard to bear,
A constant reminder, of a love that wasn't fair.
In the depths of my soul, your presence stays,
A wish I wanted to be fulfilled, was a delusion, they say.
Yet in this journey, I find solace in the night,
A glimmer of hope, that shines so bright.
Your dying wish, now that I have fulfilled,
Won't you come back, to make my soul feel filled?
Once more, I sat above your grave,
I hope you won't mind, I simply miss your deathly embrace.
Buttercups, displaying a fib of tranquility,
The horrible truth, such a pain you carried willingly.
One day, you shall join me in my waltz,
Together, so that the abyss in my soul shall shatter.
Because my soul will never be satisfied,
Without you by my side.
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Sans read the poem, surprise and a hint of confusion riddled on his face. Never had he ever known Frisk (17 yrs old) cared for someone so deeply that they refuse to let go.
"Do you know who this is for?"
Sans' queried, but Flowey just looked down. His petals faltered, leaves droopy and his bright yellow color paled. The only source of light was Frisk's bedroom window, warm sunlight seeped through their sweet pastel green curtains with small embroidery of yellow flowers on its side.
Sans' had a feeling Flowey knew who this person was, for Frisk to write such a lovesick poem, clearly this person is gone.
"C'mon kid, you said you were worried about them, we aren't going anywhere if you won't tell me."
". . ."
Flowey refused to say it. 'Is it for them? Are they really still mourning for their death until now? Frisk met them years after their death so why now!?' Flowey couldn't make sense of it.
"Chara."
He whispered bitterly, his petals shaking just by muttering their name. Chara.
"Chara. . .? Isn't that-. . ."
Sans recalled a time where Frisk was talking about a ghost friend that had been following them ever since they fell. They talked about how they were guiding them, helping them, and keeping them company. Tho they mentioned they sounded formal, mature and more of an adult, Frisk didn't mind. Flowey mentioned that they were an old friend of his too, an adopted human sibling. A best friend, too.
". . . It's been a while, right? Do you know where Frisk is now? Probably where they were buried, right?"
Sans asked, in which Flowey just nodded. Seeing this soulless flower so quiet, made Sans feel uncomfortable. He chose to bear it, besides, it was a close person they were talking about.
Sans carried Flowey out of the room, closing the door and leaving the things touched in their normal places. He closed the door, walking out through the forest, in the mountain, and down the underground.
It all felt weird, he thought he would never come back here but now. . .
All throughout the trip, Flowey has been quiet. He never uttered anything, not even a single letter. As they walked, in the distance, they saw the patch of buttercups, along with Frisk, silently whispering the poem they read earlier. Flowey lifted his head, seeing the pitiful sight of Frisk silently sobbing while uttering words.
They watched silently, as Frisk finished reciting the poem, they stood up, dancing slowly, step by step. The warm sunlight highlighted their face, moving in a serene manner. Flowey knew, just right under that patch of buttercups, was Chara's body. He swore he saw a silhouette of Chara, dancing with Frisk in the same way.
The memories flooded him like a waterfall, endless tears swelled in his eyes. Despite being soulless, he doesn't have the heart to not cry at the sight. Sans seeing this, knew how close they were to Frisk and Flowey. Asriel, supposedly. In truth, Sans can empathise with what they were feeling, the unreal memories of genocide routes, his brother. . . He felt lucky for Frisk to chose a pacifist run.
Frisk stopped, gently sitting down and staring at the flowers.
". . . Flowey must have felt horrible. . ."
Frisk sobbed, cupping their face with their hands. With how quiet the area now, their voice echoed.
". . . Living as the same flower that killed you. . . Oh what a burden that must have felt. . ."
Frisk sobbed more, their glowing tears falling on the soft yellow bright petals. Such a pitiful sight, that's what Sans thought. Now that he thought of that, Flowey must have felt horrible living as the same flower that killed them. His sibling, his best friend.
". . . If I have not fulfilled your desire, we would have been still together. . . I hate how persistent you were."
Their voice cracked, an ear-piercing silence in the atmosphere.
"Yet if I did not do that. . . You would have hated me for eternity. . . I'd rather choose that than the alternative."
No matter what Frisk did, no one responded.
". . . I must be a laughingstock towards you now. . . Considering that you enjoyed watching me in turmoil."
Flowey was silently sobbing, pleading internally for it to stop.
". . . Please. . . Tell me. . . Show me. . . Your last words keep haunting me. . . Did you really mean it?. ."
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". . . Fill my soul with your cold love once more, won't you?"
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One-shots for Nightkiller (NightKill Is Centered But There Are Others Mixed)
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