An Echotale One shot
a love story and action/adventure
first person POV (alternating)
its my first time writing one of these so..... enjoy
Please don't mind any spelling mistakes xD
Flowey wasn't lying. He really had changed. It really was dramatic and now I could see why Flowey was so worried. Or perhaps that was just because I was at the skeleton's mercy. Either way there was a verrrry large difference.
The once kind, short, pun loving skeleton everybody knew and loved, was now around six foot four, brutal and intimidating, and from what I could tell, and edgy ass smoker. I coughed, recognizing the smell of the cigarette in my lungs.
My instincts had kicked in and I grabbed my knife from my bag and flipped it open, slashing his bone. He hissed and pulled away, leaving me to land on my feet, and glare at him through my lashes while I caught my breath.
"You're worst nightmare...." My voice was quiet but I knew he heard when he flashed me a look that screamed 'Excuse me?!?' It was comical and I had to keep myself from smirking.
He growled and teleported behind me, twisting my arm until it let out a loud 'SNAP' that to most, would seem satisfying. But to me, in that moment, it wasn't. I yelped, the pain the came through in a wave, swelling my arm, and stupidly dropped my knife, surrendering to his mercy. It isn't exactly easy to stay in character when such a pain is shot into you.
"Listen up bitch If anyone is anybody's worst nightmare, it's me... You don't understand how easy it is to kill you relentless humans...." He snarled, twisting my arm more, and tears stung my eyes.
He'd let go and roughly shoved me to the ground, impaling my hand with a bone, so I couldn't move. I grunted in pain and grit my teeth. 'Great, so now it's a broken leg, a broken arm, and an impaled hand...' I thought to myself.
I knew this would come. I knew that if I were to hide my identity from the monsters that I would go through a lot of physical pain. And I thought it to be fair for all of the emotional pain I had caused them in genocidal timelines when I had killed anything and everything in sight.
"What are you doing down here, and why... " He asked, rudely.
"I-I um.... I fell..... I-I wasn't watching where I was going.." I lied. It's as good an excuse as any really. That's what happened to all of the past kids. "I-I don't want any trouble. My knife is only self defense- Ahh!!!" He'd cut me off, kicking me in the stomach.
"You talk too much. You stop when I tell you or I hurt you. I have a better plan in mind." He said.
Oh hell no... This isn't Sans. This is whatever Gaster created. Whatever this.... Was, it was trying to boss me around and I was not having it. I pulled the bone out, stood and brushed myself off, a disapproving scowl on my lips. He leaned back against a tree with crossed arms, raising a brow bone.
"Look... I don't know who you think, you're talking to.... But it sure as hell isn't me... I am not a dog. I am not your pet. And I would prefer if you'd try that again, a bit nicer..." I said, surprisingly calm.
I must've reminded myself of who I was because my eyes flashed purple and my arm healed, as well as my leg and bleeding hand. I didn't use my magic often. Rarely ever. I hated the reminders it gave me but when it came to intimidation purposes it worked. As far as I knew, I was the only human to even possess magic.
It had worked to. At least I thought. His pinpricks grew to the size of golf balls. He looked amazed to say in the very least. I didn't need him to say anything to know that he was questioning how the hell that even worked.
I sighed and grabbed my knife, brushing off the part of the blade that read "This means forever" in cursive. It was a knife I'd received from my brother before he'd left to fight in the war. I flipped it shut and placed it back into my bag.
Just like that I was on the ground again, being beaten. Flowey was right about the anger issues. His steel toe boots really did hurt. It felt like my insides were being blended into a shake. I grunted with each kick and tears threatened to fall.
"You.... Listen.. No matter what I say bitch!!!" He yelled, kicking my stomach with each word.
I felt like I would vomit. At this point I was too weak to do anything. 'Is this it for me?' I thought. My eyelids were starting to feel heavy. It was just like when Gaster had a hold of me. 'Heh... Suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree...' I thought.
When he finally stopped I coughed, blood flying from my mouth and onto his boots, adding another stain to them. He was panting and just staring. The last thing I'd seen was his features softening as he sighed, lighting a cigarette between his teeth before the blackout.
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