They enter the house
As quiet as a mouse
As they remember the smoke
Thankful they hadn't awoke
They climb up the stairs
Thankful for the repairs
And that their "mother" had cared
They walk through the familiar hall
Out of the routes of them all
They hadn't even saved
The pie their "mother" had made
They open the door
And enter the room
They lost hold of the knife
And dropped it with an echoing *boom*
They then saw a locked box
And opened it with the key
They held the expression of shock
A familiar locket they see
As the memories flooded back
Their shoulders began to rack
They hold the locket close...
As they remember their best friend...
.....ASRIEL DREEMURR.....
This poem was inspired by Undertale if anyone was wondering! So all of the Undertale fans out there understand, hopefully!
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