Nineteen

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Hey peeps! I'm drawing Undertale stuff now. If you want me to draw something on a trash bucket paper, then request it! This is my latest drawing. ^

Jay's POV

As I went to sleep that night, I couldn't stop thinking about Marshal. Is he okay now? I'm sure the Charlotte look-alike wouldn't hurt him too badly. I soon drifted off into sleep.

I was greeted by a girl that was skinny and tall, about two feet taller than me. She had long, silver hair, and wore blue green robes.

"Hello, child. My name is Melody. Are you wondering why I've come to your dream?" She asked with a soothing tone.

"Yeah, I am. My name is-" Melody put a finger to Jay's lips. "I know your name. I have come here to tell you something important," she said, removing her finger and pointing at a black, 2D box. I walked over to it.

I looked into the box. I saw Charlotte walking next to Lily. Lily was chatting away about something inaudible. When Charlotte turned her head to the side, away from Lily, she grinned.

There was a burst of white light, then the box showed a different scene. Charlotte was putting her black bandanna on, as well as her black clothes.

So the girl that took Marshal was Charlotte. My hand formed a fist, clenching my fingers together so hard my knuckles turned white.

Why would she do this? "I have to go now," Melody said from behind her. "We will meet again."

I woke up, sitting upright quickly. Lily was nowhere to be found. I looked around, then saw her in a tree, sleeping peacefully.

"Four will die, while one survives," a voice echoed through my mind. My vision was replaced by a page of a book, with drops of water falling onto it.

After my sight was back to normal, I started to think about the vision. I grabbed the wings book out of my pack, and opened it. From what I could remember from the vision, was that it was page ninty-two I was looking at.

I flipped to the page, and saw water stains on the pages. It also said,

"Four will die, while one survives." The truth hit me like a rock being dropped on me.

That was the page Dad saw.

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