Behind those blue and red eyes

The name

So many things happen when one gets a new name. The world as it is doesn't seem the same all of a sudden, and with the new identity a new self is born again. Fatal found himself in the dichotomy of feelings he was put in. He hadn't expected to find his name on the verge of death with a stranger to tell it to. He had thought instead of a more dramatic setting, something along the lines of a final battle with Error when he was to win or something equally childish. But now that he had said out loud his name to Lavender everything seemed just perfect. He still remembered the soft smell of the wet forest, and the dull light of the scenery, and it felt like the day he was finally born as a unique being. Long before were his days as Geno, even further were the ones as Sans; he was finally his own self and it was a great revelation.

As he walked through the infamous garden of echo flowers, he for once wasn't listening to their morbid songs, the laments and cracks flew past him as a breeze passed towards an old tree, its roots so deep that the mere kiss of the wind cannot disturb him. He walked fast and firmly and he felt tall and strong, different, new.

His wounds didn't disappear so he lumped his victorious path through the flowers, no matter how painful breathing was it all seemed worth it in that new light.

-BROTHER, ARE YOU OK? OMG IS THAT BLOOD IN YOUR SHIRT? WHAT HAPPENED? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?

His brother's voice passed through him like everything else, and he kept walking towards no goal in particular. Somehow the flowers looked quite comforting for this new him.

Without noticing he was searching through the floor. The wounds hurt from the movement, the melting eyes searching frenetically and the two hands extended in front of him as a sensible organ.

"BROTHER DON'T DO THAT! YOU ARE HURT, YOU NEED TO REST"

The words didn't reach his ears, numb as he was by the strange urge in his chest. Touch the ground, feel it, look for any imperfection on it, find nothing, search again. The cycle was some kind of perfect enchantment calling for whatever he needed so desperately.

Then his hands finally touched something and his eyes followed with amusement the sudden discovery: a soft nest of dandelions that dispersed their seeds as soon as he touched them. He moved the echo flowers that covered them like a dutyfull hen and observed them for a long moment.

They were few and small and formed a nearly perfect and fluffy circle. But something was odd about them, he noticed quickly. Some of them had ground two heads glued in the middle, some of them had half leaves only and the colors seemed to change rapidly giving a total different picture in a matter of seconds.

"WHAT ARE THOSE? THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL, I DIDN'T KNOW WE COULD GROW SOMETHING LIKE THAT HERE"

He didn't need too much time to find the little glitches on the flowers. They were, certainly, very small glitches, ranging in a variety of colors from the purest white to beautiful reds, blues, and greens, he even found some yellow ones.

The tall skeleton curiously picked one of the few little flowers in between all those fluffy heads and looked at it with some kind of dedication. Fatal felt generous that night so he opened his mouth and said:

"DAndElIOns"

The other raised away from the flowers looking thankful but without understanding.

"tHey ARE cAlled DandELIONs"

A smile adorned his face, as surprise and amazement mixed in him as he was recognized for the first time by his brother.

"THANK YOU, THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE FLOWERS NOW! I HAVEN'T SEEN MANY MORE BUT COMPARED TO THE BLUE FLOWERS THESE ARE SO MUCH KINDER AND CUTER"