"Tell me everything that happened, tell us everything you saw." Piped those you once called friends.
"They had lights inside their eyes, they had lights inside their eyes." You responded, remembering the Underground.
"Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?" They asked, referencing the searches for you.
"They moved forward, my heart died. They moved forward, my heart died." Said you, thinking of when they left you to go up alone. Moving away.
"Please, please tell me what they look like. Did they seem afraid of you?" Asked a few of them, curious.
"They were kids that I once knew. They were kids that I once knew." You said, timelines bouncing into your mind. They looked skeptical.
"I could say it, but you won't believe me."
A few shook their heads.
"You say you do, but you don't deceive me.
It's hard to know they're out there.
It's hard to know that you still care."
The looked shocked.
"I could say it but you won't believe me.
You say you do but you don't deceive me.
Dead hearts are everywhere.
Dead hearts are everywhere."
The shattered souls...
"Did you touch them, did you hold them? Did they follow you to town?"
"They made me feel I'm falling down. They made me feel I'm falling down." The happy falling feel, as if you belonged.
"Was there one you saw too clearly?"
Yes.
"Did they seem too real to you?" Of course.
"They were kids that I once knew. They were kids that I once knew." You told them.
"I could say it, but you won't believe me.
You say you do, but you don't deceive me.
It's hard to know they're out there.
It's hard to know that you still care.
I could say it but you won't believe me.
You say you do but you don't deceive me.
Dead hearts are everywhere.
Dead hearts are everywhere."
You looked to the side.
"I could say it, but you won't believe me."
"You say you do, but you don't deceive me.
It's hard to know they're out there.
It's hard to know that you still care.
I could say it but you wont believe me.
You say you do but you don't deceive me.
Dead hearts are everywhere.
Dead hearts are everywhere."
You sat down by the past friends.
"They were kids that I once knew.
They were kids that I once knew.
Now they're all dead hearts to you." You looked at them.
"Now they're all dead hearts to you.
They were kids that I once knew.
They were kids that I once knew."
You glanced at the surface, unfamiliar.
"Now they're all dead hearts to you."
Blue.
----extra for you----
White.
Static, crackling
white.
You looked around again, searching for life, anything there was.
Knife.
Nothing, really, but a
knife.
You shook your head, stepping back.
Away.
Moving from the knife,
away.
A voice whispered again, over and over the same words.
You.
This empty world was caused by
you.
For how long had you been here?
Endless.
The days you spent here were
endless.
The voice, crying to you and screaming.
Dead.
Maybe you were
dead.
You shook your head.
Stop.
The momentary, endless torture to
stop.
Years, that was it.
Length.
Hundred long years, the
length.
You shook, and smiled.
Laugh.
You let out a boundless, insane,
laugh.
----finale----
You were looking at your bae and laughing. You two were home alone for a few days, Papyrus was off seeing Mettaton with everyone else. So it was kinda clear what you two were gonna do...
You were already in bedclothes, resting in his room with lights turned low and supplies ready.
You were excited but nervous.
He was just cracking puns and laughing.
Eventually you nodded at him, ready.
So you leaned in, kissing him. It escalated, you pushing him down, reaching over...
For the ace cards so you could attempt to beat him at poker by cheating.
And then after you did the do.
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Wore this for ya
And my face may be shown if anyone fuckin cares like holy hell
