Trapped in Bones

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The dust settled into your joints, you were dimly aware of shouts and screams as you fought and fought.

Bone attack after attack, gaster blasters and gravity  were your weapons, your shortcut a trump card.

The war between monsters and humans had started before your creation, you ignore the thought that you never attended for it to exist, and teh hatred that penetrated the air had long settled in like a hound with a bone.

It shook and bite deep within every monster and human, and you doubted most remember or cared for when it all started.

 Some monsters and humans had went LV high, the insanity eating them within. You wondered how long your little 'trick' will last, with every passing kill and worried glance. You know eveyrone around you was thinking it. For every hero figure on the battlefield was as feared as they were revered.

'How long'?' They question 'till insanity takes them whole'.

It was a bet and joke, whose punchline hasn't quite been said.

You'd like to think it'd never happen considering your 'special' nature, then at times you wish it would. Every time you see Papyrus slip away to another training round, LV growing as he gets bolder and bolder. You wish you can show him that you're not inflammable, that you weren't something he'd want to become.

But even if you wanted to, your souls PERSISTED, SPITEFULLY it continued to beat, for a happy ending you barely held hope for. You haven't even seen signs suggesting that it may begin, and the shoe hasn't dropped yet to say 'genocide', 'neutral or 'pacifist'.

 But you wonder if perhaps that'll end it all, the suffering of the war. 

Peace when the kingdom empties and the solders and fighters are all laid to rest. A guilty wish that you think the old, weary and experienced shared with you.

Till then you're get with your day, waiting for the day you dusted somewhere, or when the war ended and you found yourself manning some shop or what not.