Sup, guys?
I know, I know. . . .
WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!
One thing; no internet.
*dramatic gasps!*
As drastic and tragic as it sounds, yes. I am currently experiencing this phase.
Some of you might not understand the $ phase but, yeah. I'm sure a lot of you guys went through that phase a couple of times already.
Just hold on, yeah?
And, yeah. Big shocker.
I AM NOT YET DEAD!
So, yeah.
See ya.
•*•
Flowey insisted that he would tell everything. He knew that it was hard for you. He could feel it. Your heart beating fast. Your breathing becoming unstable. It was too hard to watch.
"fuck." He muttered after hearing what the little flower had to say, "I-I know it was wrong. A-And you m-might probably hate me after it. B-But I-"
"oh, i don't just hate you right now. i feel like i want to slaughter you." He growled and you furrowed your eyebrows at him, "Sans." You sighed and flashed him another kind smile, "Always be kind." He twitched at your tone. Why? Why would you still be kind despite all the things you've heard? Why were you still cheery even after knowing you'd die? Why . . . even after killing you hundreds of times, you still chose to . . . befriend him.
He balled his hands into a fist, gritting his teeth, "promise me," he mumbled through gritted teeth, "that you'll fight no matter what." He whispered, finally looking deep into your e/c orbs. You smiled and nodded, "Then, Sans." You called, holding his hands into yours, caressing it with your thumb, feeling it soften underneath your touch, "Promise me something, too." His whole body stiffen. He hates making promises. But how did you know that?
He didn't respond, but that etched you to continue, you took a deep shaky breath before swallowing the lump forming down your throat, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, "Promise me," you whispered, resting your forehead on his, your noses touched as you gaze deep into his eye sockets, you could feel your eyes tearing as you muster the words, "that you'll keep fighting . . . even when I'm gone."
You felt his whole body tense. And you know what he feels right now. It was the same feeling your feeling right now. Like the whole world, the whole Underground crushing down on you. The ground underneath you crumbling around your feet. Feeling there's no escape. That even if you cry or weep or bail your eyes out, no one would ever come to help you.
"Sans?" You slowly called his name, you felt his hand intertwine with yours, holding it tightly into his, "g-god, kid, i-i hate . . . making promises." He mumbled, his tone cracking mid-sentence, "Please?" You pushed, feeling as a tear drop finally fell, "I just want to know, Sans. So I could fight. . . ." you heard him swallow, hard. And you weren't really expecting him to say anything after that. But he told you okay. He told you that he promised. That he would fight . . . even when you're gone.
You felt your lips curved into a sweet loving smile and finally, you let the tears drop freely down your face. Knowing that it will never hit the ground for he was there to catch it when it falls. And he was. He always have been. But how did you know? What made you think of all these?
You were trapped in his warm, skeletal embrace, but despite him being a skeleton, he was surprisingly warm. He could feel you shivering for you have been cold ever since you left Snowdin. The waterfalls wasn't actually warm enough.
"you're shakin', kid. here, wear this."
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Flowerfell|I'm Glad You Came [BOOK 3]
RandomAn Underfell with a bit of Flowerfell fanfic. •*• You're good, he's bad. He's edgy, you're relaxed. He's mad, you're calm. He's merciless, you're forgiving. He's a skeleton, you're a human. He's a disease and you're the cure. You were saving him...