Kill or be Killed (OLD AND BAD)

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I'm fifteen now. All the monsters have left, even my brothers. And I still haven't found Gastor. I'm searching the ruins. The gate to the ruins opened and it's the one place I haven't looked. I turn to the right. Nothing. Just some damn crumbling building. I step inside the building. It seems like the kind of place that might have been a library, or a mansion. I look in every corner. Nothing. No damn clues or anything. Not even something as small as the rune of the underground. Damn damn damn. The rest of the ruins is all the same. I come across a house several hours later. I walk inside. Three rooms, one locked from the inside. One of the rooms is a child's room, with plush lining the walls and a bed in the center of the room. Nothing here. I start towards the other room. Inside is a plain bed and a dresser. And that's all. Damn. I can't find anything in the ruins either. This house was the end. If I can't find Gastor here, I can't find him anywhere. Tears appear under my eyes. And I shout. I just stand there, arms spread, head tilted up, screaming. Electricity crackles around me. I pay no notice. I just keep screaming. I'm running through the ruins now, smashing through anything in my way. It goes on like this for hours, until I'm standing in the snow outside Snowdin Town, panting, shouting silently, sparks flying all around me. Sparks? There was... lightning earlier. Was... that me? Was it the monster soul I absorbed? Who knows what would happen if I ever fully lost it. Sure, I went overboard there, but I could still think. I wasn't completely clouded. But a wee bit more, and... I could have done something horrible. Maybe. Damn. He... could be on the surface. Maybe. But I would have to travel across the underground. Again. Even without monsters, it's dangerous. Even if you have some sort of insane electric powers. Even if you have the soul of a monster. Even if you consider yourself a survivor. I've been risking my life traveling the underground, searching. I'm nowhere near an answer. And I could die at any time. What have I been doing? Was I really on a noble quest, or just a suicide mission? Was I lying to myself the whole time? No. I can't afford to think like this. I will find Gastor and I will live. I have to bring justice. Gastor didn't deserve to die. And even if nobody ever really killed him, or whatever happened, and it was just the universe, then screw the universe. The universe can't just do that kinda crap. I have to make it to the gate to the surface. That will take weeks. I think back. I was faster when those sparks were surrounding me. Maybe I could... I try to draw out that strange power. Nope. Screw it. You can only go through the underground a certain amount of times before you really screw up. But if I die, at least I tried. To bring justice to Gastor's... death? Scattering? How does this work? He might not even be alive. But I have to keep trying. Sparks appear around me. And I run. I run like that hedgehog in the captain of the Royal Guard's surface show. I run like the non-existent wind. I run far. Around MTT Resort, the sparks flicker out. Great. Now I don't know what to do, and the only thinking backdrop I have is a statue of a small, rectangular robot with a screen for a face. Spitting out water. On the frikkin floor. Always hated that guy. No, he doesn't deserve to be hated. Just, annoyed by him. Honestly, I liked the hedgehog show better than his. But he was a huge star down here, though. Wonder what that weirdo's doing on the surface? Not sure the humans would like a show about a talking rectangle. Not me. But I'm tired, and I need some sleep. I settle down in one of the empty hotel rooms and lie on a bed. Tomorrow I will try to run again. To test my powers. My limits. My restraints. My soul.