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

T W E N T Y - T H R E E.

"kid, you awake?"

A voice called, pulling you out of your hasty dream. You nodded as he helped you up, "geez, kid. you're sweating a lot. another nightmare?" He asked.

You sighed, you weren't quite sure what to call it. It wasn't a nightmare. That, you were certain of. But it wasn't a peaceful one either. It was . . . just neutral.

"geez, kid. giving me the silent treatment?" Sans muttered, making you giggle, you hadn't realize that you were too busy spacing out, you hadn't answered the skeleton's questions properly.

"I'm sorry." You told him through a fit of giggles, he seemed to be taken aback by what you did but soon recovered with a small smile painted across his mouth, "nah, it's cool. as long as i could hear you laugh."

Something about the way he said it was far top familiar to you. Like . . . it happened before.

i've always liked your giggling.

A voice, so distant yet so comforting spoke to you. Making you hitch your breath through the process. Making you purse your lips into a straight line. Who . . . was that? You thought. But . . . no one answered your unspoken question. Well, who would? It's not like someone's hearing your thoughts.

"kid? somethin' the matter?" You wanted to look into the skeleton's eyes, yet you can't. You were blind for Christ's sake! You felt Flowey fidget inside of you. The little flower must've been blaming himself again.

You nodded, your gaze stuck on no where. Gazing at the unknown. Well, for you, that is. You sighed afterwards as the two of you were engulfed in yet another deafening silence. It bothered you, to be frank. You never liked silence.

You felt your whole body being hoisted up and seconds later, your arms were wrapped around the skeleton's neck, your chest pressed against his back with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He was carrying you on his back again. It made you uncomfortable, that you couldn't deny. But what more could you do? You were blind. Disabled. You'll just end up being a burden to him if you resist. If you protest. You pursed your lips once again, these never ending thoughts of unwanted-ness filling your mind aimlessly.

". . . you were never a burden to me, kid." The skeleton sighed, making your head purked up, like a puppy asking if it wanted a walk, "I-I'm s-sorry, Y-Y/n. Y-You s-shouldn't f-feel t-this w-way. I-It's m-my f-fault." You shook your head and managed to crack a smile, "It wasn't anyone's fault, Flowey. What do you say we all forget this ever happened and keep moving?" You suggested, and they couldn't agree more.