Drip, drop, drip drop.
The water on the faucet kept falling down the sink, as it made a small tune that made its way up the Protector's non-existent ears. It was making small rhythms that toyed with the Protector's mind.
It wasn't fun to watch, but he felt lulled to each of the droplets that fell on the sink. He stared at how the water dripped down from the faucet then down the sink.
The Protector had been staring at it for what it seems like hours? The protector couldn't tell, nor couldn't remember how long he had been staring at the sink as the water dripped down. It was alluring to watch, and it's not like there are more other important things he should do.
He had all the free time in the world, and no one was going to tell him what he needed to do. He was just a nameless monster, and no one was going to remember him.
Who was even going to remember a nameless person like him? He had no name, and no memories either.
As if he had amnesia, just as to what the humans called it.But he had never gotten into any accident either, not he never had the experience how it's like to be in a car crash. There was no other logical explanation on how he lost he's memories.
All he knows that he was a nameless monster, and no one could ever remember a nameless monster,right?
He would be nothing but someone who would be known as the 'Nameless monster in everyone's eyes' How sad was that...
A nameless monster that can't even die, nor feel anything. He would have felt bad for himself, if he was able to feel at least a twinge of emotion.
But he can't...
He can't feel anything, not even a single ounce of emotion.
It just felt like he was an empty husk.
He was like almost a corpse of what once was a human being, and it's even more funny that he was an actual skeleton. Wasn't that quite funny and ironic?
He wished that he could laugh at his own joke, and think that this was funny.But no emotion was coming from his soul, as if everything had abandoned him.
What should something like him should do anyways?
A soft sigh left him, as he used his arms for support. The water was still dripping in front of him, with the faucet was halfway closed on purpose. He felt that something was nudging him at the back of his mind, as it begged for him to remember what he had forgotten.
What had he forgotten?
He doesn't know,all he knows that watching the water fell down from the faucet was interesting.
Why?
All he knows that it was interesting, but he never understand why it was interesting to him in the first place.
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The protector don't remember how long he had been staring at the faucet, as it the water just kept dripping down from it. He doesn't feel sore with how uncomfortable hes position was on the floor.
He doesn't really remember why he had been sitting there for awhile now, all he knows that he was staring at the sink. But why was he staring at it again? He doesn't remember, all he knows that he was looking for something, yet he couldn't remember what he was looking for.
All he knows that he must have ran out of paints to drink, but why would he drink those?
Won't that taste funny? Why was he thinking of paints again?
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Collection of Undertale Short Stories
Fanfiction(Cross-posted from ao3, you can read it there too.)
