Flowerfell|I'm Glad You Came [BOOK 3]

F O U R T E E N.

After Sans left a note inside, yes, I have said it right, inside the fridge, in which you were totally fine with but Flowey wasn't, you set off into a place called The Waterfalls. Not a very clever name, you know. But, hey? No one's complaining, right?

And the place, well, just as the name states, was full of gorgeously looking waterfalls. Echo flowers shone brightly in the dim lights of the cave. Glowing mushrooms stood out the ground, awaiting for someone's attention.

It was beautiful, to be frank. And you admired the place as much as you admired the monsters. You could feel yourself getting weaker and weaker each hour that passes. Each step you took. Knowing that Flowey was probably paying his debt.
You didn't even know if it was hours. It could've been days for all you know. The Underground's time isn't familiar to you. You could see the skeleton inhaling deeply, maybe he was regretting the fact that he came? Or maybe he was just exhausted?

You didn't know. You carried on walking, with him following behind, Flowey had been telling you stories about the place. Sometimes stopping as he remembered something bad. Which Sans would tell in his place in a form of a sigh or a low 'unintentional' growl.

You passed thousands and hundred of echo flower, whispering some things. Cheery conversations, promises. You found each and everything quite ravishing until you found yourself in a different place. A bench sitting near an echo flower. An abandoned quiche found under it. You sat on the bench, taking the abandoned quiche and putting it in your bag carefully.

Before you stood up and left, you heard the echo flower talk, i'm just not ready for the responsibility. It told you. Something about this was quite familiar. A scene flashed before your eyes. A short skeleton who wore a blue fuzzy winter jacket. His laid-back attitude. His lame yet it makes you laugh puns. His lazy smile. Yet . . . his face still doesn't come to pieces. It was still scribbled from existence. Not meant for you to see.

"kid?" You yelped in surprise and stare at the shorter skeleton in front of you, "mind telling me what's up?" He finally asked as he examined your face, "Um, what?" You mumbled. He shook his head and pointed at your face, "this. it's getting worst and worst. just . . . what is that?" You pursed your lips into a straight, thin line. Averting your gaze from his as your breathing became shaky.
"kid-no, y/n. mind telling me?"

You took a deep and long breath before exhaling it in one go, "You really want to know?" You whispered, finally meeting his gaze. He felt his whole body tense. Your eyes wasn't the same anymore or 'eye' for that matter. It didn't hold hope, it didn't hold faith, there was no joy in it. Instead, all he saw was fear. Something that was so so familiar. An expression in which he had grown to live.

But despite the fact that he didn't want to continue, he nodded.