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
I was able to sleep for a little while that night. Which was amazing considering the predicament I was in. When I woke though of course flowey was gone. It wasn't like I'd expected him to stay. Even when we were here the first time around he just barely stuck around.
With a sigh, I stood up, exiting the small cave I was in. Zooming by the way I had, hadn't given me enough time to truly embrace the beauty of waterfall again. Crawling out of the hidden spot by the waterfall my eyes dilated, and my breath was stolen from my throat. I had forgotten how beautiful it all was.
For the most part it was dark, as a cave normally would be. But it was lit up just enough for anyone to see. It was lit up by echoflowers and the occasional crystal, stuck within the cave walls. The only sound for miles was the running water crashing against the rocks below it. It was untouched by humankind.... That's why it still held so much beauty.
Humans liked to ruin the beauty in things. They find something they like and take it. They aren't nearly as monsters were before the war. The wish that I hadn't freed them played a role here. It was a greedy wish but they didn't deserve to see what humans had done to the world..... The humans ruined it. The greatness was down here.... Untouched by man.
As I walked I pulled my arms up to hold one another as a soft smile had formed on my lips. All sorts of memories, good and bad, came flooding back. As I'd promised myself, I accepted them all and let them go, one by one.
It wasn't easy. Even though the smile was still ever so present, I had shed many tears. The memories of their terrified, pleading faces made me want to scream for them. I felt the need to cause myself the pain that they had felt. I didn't deserve to be alive. I didn't deserve happiness... Anybody who said differently was either lying or losing their minds.
I had decided then, that for every scream I'd heard, I would slash a deep cut. One that could not heal, even with time. So many cuts, I would eventually bleed out and the lucky monster would take hold of my soul and gain more power. I would get what I deserved.
Then there were the good. The memories of the nice cream man, and sans with his telescope prank. The statue and it's soft music box and monster kid. I almost didn't want to leave as the good feelings took over the bad but I pushed forward.
When I'd made it to hot lands I groaned. Mainly because of the heat. The lava had actually raised a small bit since I'd seen it last. I reached down to touch it, but stopped myself, deciding I didn't want to accidentally fall in it. So instead, I kept moving.
The first place I would have to go, that I deeply, truly didn't want to go was the lab. The thought of it alone was a stomach turning event. I didn't even want to see the place again, and yet the big bold "L" and "A" and "B" was pulling me closer. The building itself held a lot of untouched memories, and unspoken feelings.
When I pushed those doors open the only feelings I felt were terror, sickness, and hatred. Terror of what was to be found.. Sickness of reliving that pain that I would feel. At this point, I could define what each pain was and write a paragraph on what they felt like.
And then the hatred. Oh the hatred I felt. The hatred for Gaster. The hate for the ever so sleepless nights. The hatred of the hunger that consumed any other thoughts I felt. I only had negative feelings for this place and the only thing good that I could recall were the days that he didn't have any plans for.
Yet still, I pushed forward. The elevator to the true lab taunted me. Daring me to slip inside and allow it to carry me down into the deeper memories. Threatened to pour salt into unhealed wounds and possibly reopen some.
It was so hard to push the button. I questioned why I was doing this for a moment. Why was I putting myself through so much pain? I didn't want that pain. But then I remembered, and with teary eyes and a deep sigh, I slammed my fist on the button, and it took me down. Alphys must've fixed it before she left because it was a lot slower.
The doors opened, and instantly, my breath was stolen off my lips. A considerable amount of fog filtered into the elevator and before I knew it, I was puking in the corner. Because this fog was not normal fog. This fog did not belong to that one room with the fridges. This fog did not belong to the amalgamates. This fog....
This terrifying fog
Belonged to the one and only, living W.D. Gaster
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