Why

Easter's Ending

BLUE

It's been a while year. Red's been in a nasty comma for a year.

People, the doctors, even Gaster keep on telling me 'He can't go on forever'

'I'm sorry, but... I don't think Red's ever waking up'

'Its been too long, let him go'

But they're just being so negative. I mean, he's been moving, breathing perfectly fine, he's as healthy as a skeleton can be while in a comma, and Red has the best part: Me! I know the odds are bad, but I just won't give up hope. He will wake up, he has too. And I'll be there to help him with whatever mean nightmares he's had.

Plus it's my soul keeping him alive, mostly.

I can't really tell how many hours I've spent in this plastic chair next to Red's bed, watching him breathe while holding his hand. I've been keeping up with the holidays, Christmas, the one with the fireworks, that other one, and today is the really weird one called Easter. Apparently a giant 'bunny' person (not the one who hit me though)  hides eggs and makes people look for them? Why would someone do that? Especially a rabbit. How do they hold the eggs?

Anyways, since Red kind of can't celebrate holidays with me, I buy everything needed to celebrate. Then when he wakes up we'll celebrate them and he won't miss out! For this strange egg-laying-rabbit-obsessive time of year, I got a giant chocolate bunny waiting on a little bed side table. I don't know about you, but I would love to wake up to that majestic masterpiece.

Of course, that's only if he wakes up.

I sighed, rubbing my thumb on Red's bare hand. Every fiber of me wanted to bend down and give him the biggest, tighted hug I've ever given (And I give some pretty good hugs). Sadly, that would unplug all the wires so I settled for his hand.

If Red was awake, he would hold my hand back. If.

If only our soul link was stronger.

If only I could've held him like I always did.

If only he didn't fall...

I rested my head on Red's jacket, all of that nasty memory taking place all over again.

******

We were packing up another Christmas Party, Red always complained about them, so I would peck his cheek to shut him up.

"Blue, why do we have one of these every year? Its annoying," He would say at the bottom of the stairs.

Pushing a new box of decorations into a free spot in the closet, I replied "Because everyone likes partys where you get stuff. And humans are so funny when you put mustard in the punch."

"Its called alcohol, Blue."

I hopped down the stairs.

"Hm, and it gets you drunk. What was it you drank at Gaster's lab? What did you tell me?"

"Shut up."

When I reached the bottom, I planted a kiss on Red's cheek.

"Come on, say it, Red. Or we're never putting this up."

He rolled his eyes. If he rolls them anymore they're going to get stuck in the back of his head.

"I love you. Now fuck off and let me do this. Go be cute somewhere."

Red was smart. He ran all the way up the stairs before I could chew him out.

But his mistake? He brought a box.

My mistake? I followed him.

I took a turn, he took one, I accidentally tripped him.

Then he started falling.

Down.

Down he went. Decorations flew, decking the halls. His eyes just screamed fear, knowing this wasnt ending well. Not well at all.

I spent the rest of that night crying scraping Red's skull out of the floor.

******

I can't tell you how much plastic they used to put his head back together, I just know they used a lot.

This was all my fault, really. I shouldn't have teased Red. I should have let it go. If I did, we would be sharing a giant chocolate bunny, Red probably making some pun about it going 'right through him'.

Stars, I would do anything just to hear Red talk again. Just a little conversation, ask him how he's doing, tell him how I miss him, heck, I didn't care if was just a horrible, stupid, pun.

I felt tears soak into my to gloves. Wow, its been awhile since I've cried because of this. I wiped off my face and laid back on Red's arm.

A small shuffle and a mumble came from Red, but I dismissed it. He was probably having a nightmare again.

"I... I miss you so much..." I croaked out, wetness from my eyes pooling.

Then I heard a throat clear.

"I was going to find a watch to... to count how many days I missed you, Blue..."

My head shot up and my jaw slammed down on the floor.

Red. His eyes were open and aware. Tear stained, but aware. He was awake. Oh my God, he was awake.

"But I couldn't ever find the time."

I flung my arms around him, he was the only thing I could hold on, then broke down into tears. We we're both crying and hugging like our worlds were over when they really started to have life again.

And I didn't even care Red just made the worst pun in the world.