HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 4 ~ II : NO MORE

Pastel P.o.V

It's been two days since Ink was supposed to board the train but there hasn't been any news on him.

'I hope he's okay'

I told myself, reloading the gun I just made. I wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone related to the Capitol if I found out my best friend was dead. My invention was complete though, a silenced sniper with vest piercing bullets that are long and slim, having amazing aerodynamics. I recently went to a rebellion meeting along with my parents to show them what I had created on a captured Peacekeeper.

They clapped as I shot him, the bullets killing him on the bat and the gun not making a single sound. Many offered me money and extra scraps to make another so I got myself to work, making and exchanging guns. I also went to walk Cuddles, reminding him that Ink will come back soon and that it's only been three months he's gone. The raccoon still gets excited when I mention the word "Ink" which is adorable.

I also wonder how he's been going, like himself... if he doesn't have too much trauma about everything that happened recently. Maybe his condition got worse and he was forced to recover again? I hope that's what it is and not... death-

"Pastel!"

My mom called as I slipped my way downstairs. She sounded somehow angry. "Yes mom?"

I peeked my head out of the staircase. "Can you get the remote for me dear?" "It's right next to you!"

"Pleaseee?"

"Fine-"

I made my way to the table and gave her the remote. "Oh, is this new?"

It was a table made from a stump, it was beautiful with all of the accessories she had put on it. Cuddles made his way downstairs as well, lying down on her lap.

"Yes, you want some tea? It's fresh."

"Huh, where did you get all of this money?"

"The rebels have been paying you a lot so I figured I'd take some of it to buy us new things." "Mom?! I need it for making guns, not buying stumps and tea kettles."

She rolled her eyes and continued watching TV.

"Oh, will you stop your lollygagging and just sit down to enjoy some television with me?"

I understood what she wanted to do. She was most probably tired of seeing me exhausted, continuous night, making weapons for the opposite forces. I sat down beside her and calmed myself, watching the news then switching to the 'Capitol cooking network'.

'Still nothing on Ink.'

I told myself, worried.

"You seem pale my dear, what's wrong?"

"It's just... Ink was supposed to come back but he hasn't yet." "It's okay, I'm sure he's fine."

She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me in to give me a kiss on the forehead. I smiled, almost falling asleep.

☜☼☼⚐☼ P.o.V

The sun hit hard as an alarm woke us all up. I sighed as I got up, banging my head on the top bunk, like usual. I fell off, putting my slippers on then looked back at the empty bed on top of mine. I went outside quickly, ripped a freshly grown orchid off the sweep of velvety, green grass then put it up there before murmuring a few words in wing dings and thanking him. It's only been a week since Template has died and I can't get over it, I just feel that something's missing.

Nobody's here to push me off my bed, steal my stuff and eat too much of the groosling and provisions I'd bring back to him. It's only now that I notice that losing someone changes your entire routine.