In a world where the mantra is "It's kill or BE killed," a human child finds themselves all alone, being the only pacifist in this world. Accompanied by a flower, they struggle to navigate through the Underground. Many encounters, many deaths... It'...
Tears filled the eye sockets of the skeleton as he gazed at his friend, who was in such a weakened state that they were left lying down, only held up by her friend. The flowers had completely obscured his friend's eyes, and all that was left to stare at were buttercups that seemed too innocent to hurt, yet they brought only pain and suffering not only to the human, but to the skeleton as well. It hurt him to see their friend in such a state, and they were so close to their goal...
"No... please, kid. We don't –"
He was cut off by her, and it was with a smile that she said, "Hey... Sans? Won't you... smile... for me...?"
The tears that had threatened to be released were now falling endlessly upon the human's face, an unending rainfall that did not allow the sun's brightness shine through.
"Kid, why –"
"Please... won't... last... too long..."
Normally, it would not take that much effort for him to smile, as it was one of his most striking features. However, it seemed now that even a simple grin seemed too much of a chore to him. Had it been another monster standing in the skeleton's position, they would have left the human to die. Who would have cared if a few humans had to die? Who would have cared if a few lives had to be sacrificed? After all, it would only be used for the benefit of the monsters who stood, trapped beneath what they considered a hell hole.
But for the skeleton, his idea of this human was quite contradictory to other monsters. They considered her scum destined to die in the harsh bowels of the Underground, he considered her... more than that. She was his only friend who understood him, and what attracted the skeleton to her was her odd and rare pacifistic attitude.
Holding the human's hand for strength, he mustered up everything he had, just to do one final request.
"Yeah... I'm smiling, sweetheart."
Memories flashed through his mind, filling him with a nostalgic sense of longing. These were memories in where it did not take much to make him smile, they were all memories that should have made him genuinely laugh in normal occasions, but now... It just made him regret he couldn't have befriended the human sooner, had spend more time with her, had more time to talk to her.
"Cheers! I actually saved some mustard from Grillby's!"
"Hehe, onward Sans, my noble steed!"
"Wanna come? I'm here for you if you need a budto talk to..."
"Can be rude. Don't want to..."
"Ea.. ans... ays... ind.... ank... lot..."
Unintelligible words were all that the skeleton heard, even with him listening intently.
"Can you... say that again? I...
Two more memories surfaced up, bringing him the most pain, at the fact that it was highly impossible to hear those two phrases again from her.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Always be kind, Sans..."
"... didn't quite..."
"Thanks a lot, Sans! For everything..."
"... catch that."
He felt the warmth from the human slowly disappearing, and it was with a sob that he said "Please... come back...", gripping an empty jacket that had the scent of flowers trailing with it, and only seeing a blood red soul, and a buttercup in the place of where Frisk, the human whom he vowed to protect and his best friend, should have been.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OML, we're nearing the end! Just one last part left and the credits to the inspiration of my piece! Hallelujah!
Originally, in the part where Frisk uttered her final words, it wasn't supposed to have been there. It shouldn't even have been seen at the first place. But since Wattpad doesn't have a feature yet where you could make the font smaller, I have to deal with trying to make the words have the least sense as possible. But I'm pretty sure it's still easy to string it together and figure out what she's saying XD
Art and music DOES NOT belong to me, it belongs to these pretty nice beans [in order of appearance]:
xxMileikalvanaxx in Deviant Art
Link:
http://xxmileikaivanaxx.deviantart.com/ [Check out her Nightmaretale AU comic series, it's actually very enticing :3]
