Learning To Let Go

Nightmare

Imma really try on these chapters to make them the best they can be!

Wish me luck!

Cory sat at the fire staring into the dancing flames. The world around him was dark and everyone was asleep.

Except for him.

He couldn't sleep with all the nightmares in his head. They weren't about Uni, poor Tommy, Frisk, or even Shelby. They were about Gaster and the overwhelming feeling that the being was growing stronger.

Cory pulled out his knife and Tommy's and stabbed them gently into the ground. When he had both knives he definatly felt more powerful then before.

With great power comes great responsibility. Cory got that quote from Yoda...or was it Obi Kenobi? Eh...It was probably Sherlock Holmes or something. Bottom line, he had no clue who said it, but he knew the line meant something important. He had no idea how to control the power, but better yet, he had no clue how to use it!

He didn't feel a temptation to kill anyone or anything like he did when he was a camera. Those were hard times. Cory's PTSD started acting up the more he thought about his old lense. He quickly gained control over his primal urges to cower and curl into a ball and continued to think about the power.

I have all this power and not a single cell on my body wants to use it.

The determination he now possessed seemed to withhold from being used. Of course Cory didn't want to have all that power. He didn't want to be like Frisk and be controlled by the power. Maybe the old him would've done it but this version of him stayed very...what's the word?... PACIFIST?!

A small twig breaking beside him and Cory immediatly stood and whirled around in the same moment. His senses were on high alert. He saw nothing but darkness and he cursed himself for not taking the knives out of the ground. He stealthily crouched down and gripped the handle of his knife preparing to strike at a moments notice.

"Cory?" Someone whispered in the darkness. "Don't be alarmed, it's just me!" (Y/n) moved into view and Cory blew a sigh of relief.

"Thank God! I was really not in the mood to die."

"Is there a time when you're in the mood to die?" Cory quietly laughed and sat back down next to the campfire... right on the hilt of Tommy's knife. That did not feel good!

"It's always nice to know you're ready to fight at a moments notice." (Y/n) said.

"Never can let your guard down." Cory said trying to sound tougher then he really was.

"You seem to think Uni should."

"That's a different kind of letting your guard down. A group should be able to talk to eachother. That reminds me, this is has to be our first conversation together since the car ride." The only things Cory really knew about (y/n) was her name and her unsettling purple eyes.

"That already seems so long ago!" (Y/n) exclaimed.

"Tell me about it. So much has happened but it's only been like three days." There was a silence as Cory drew a tic tac toe board in the dirt. (I love playing that during math.)

"So what's your favorite color?" Cory said as he drew an O smack dab in the middle of the board.

"(Insert color name here) how about you?" (Don't be afraid to comment your favorite color)

"My favorite color is blue. I love the ocean so blue became my favorite color." Cory replied. "While we're asking eachother questions I want to ask you, what did you do before you fell into the mountain?"