About a half-month passed after that ordeal before things became...difficult.
I found myself a bit more tired than usual no matter how much I rested. I also felt strangely weaker.
I tried my hardest to not show it to the others, though. I managed that, at least. Nightmare had no insight on the matter, trying to remain silent so he didn't react aggressively. He was uneasy a lot.
The problem came that day when we went out on a mischief mission. I shifted into Pen once more, making sure to stuff a stick of jerky into my pocket. I hadn't needed a healing item while out yet, but I didn't want to risk needing it and not having it.
Our target was an AU called...Synthtale. Night had asked if I was okay after he told me where we were going. He probably sensed the intense wave of negativity at the name.
I just told him it was nothing, but my soul ached. Synthtale no longer existed in our multiverse because I...because Fresh destroyed the original AU. I knew nothing about Synthtale, though. Did it have something to do with music, too?
Nightmare didn't answer my silent question and I sighed, following the squad through the portal. I once more cringed at the raised levels of positivity but brushed it off like I usually did.
The squad headed off to cause their mischief elsewhere, so I turned away, walking off. I didn't summon any weapons, choosing to just stroll until I found a target.
I passed people here and there, although...I noticed little figurines on some of their shoulders or in their hands. They looked like different Sans variants...
I actually got startled when one of the figurines moved on its own and spoke quietly to the person carrying them.
...they weren't figurines, they were tiny people.
The little ones didn't look to be bigger than a few inches. I blinked with confusion. If they were tiny versions of Sans variants...
Nightmare, what is Synthtale?
Nightmare was quiet before giving a soft sigh. Synthtale in our multiverse is a central AU that often gets bombarded with magic from other AUs. These influxes of magic tend to create what we call bitties. This multiverse may not have multiple versions of the same AUs, but they clearly still get bitties. There are bitties of nearly all Sans variants. The exceptions are the gods and guardians and certain outcodes.
My soul twisted. Ugh...I can't believe Fresh targeted such a world...he makes me so angry.
I sighed heavily, walking slowly through the streets. I glanced at the people and their bitties curiously. They all seemed to be getting along pretty well. I almost didn't want to cause mischief out of fear of hurting the tiny things.
I froze upon feeling a weak wave of negativity. I usually had my emotion sensing pulled in so I didn't get overwhelmed with the positivity, but to be able to sense that wave regardless...
...someone was feeling down. Way down.
I turned my head to see an alleyway. I crept towards it, noting that the negativity was a little bit stronger as I approached.
There were some trashcans at the end of the alley, indicating that there weren't other paths. Still, I went closer, trying to figure out what that source was. I didn't see anyone at all...
I heard slight panting from behind one of the cans and gently moved the can, eliciting a panicked squeak from whoever was making the sounds.
I faltered, my eyes widening.
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Given An Unwanted Second Chance
Fanfiction(TW: unaliving thoughts and memories at the beginning. It gets better over time, don't worry! Trauma is difficult to overcome...) You didn't want a second chance. You didn't want to survive. You wanted the sweet release of death. But it seemed li...
