9) Spooky Scary Skeletons

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"Impact, Webdings, I don't want to hurt you. But I will if necessary." I threatened, holding my pen knife in my quivering hand.

Flowey starts shaking in his pot, visibly shaken by somebody's actions. If it's mine...well, I don't know that.

"Tyler. I command you to move aside. All that worthless flower can do is cause you suffering." Webdings growled, a draconic-like skull appearing behind him, both of their pair of eyes glowing violent red.

Impact, meanwhile, seemed to be charging up some sort of...lazer beam, from his hand, it and his left eye glowing fluorescent yellow.

"P-Please don't kill me..." I hear Flowey plead, as his little spark starts to take the shape of a very small, upside-down heart.

"You leave me no other choice..." I stutter courageously.

[FIGHT]

Impact 19/20 HP
Webdings 664/666 HP

"W-what...? You had...your guards up?" I start to cry in question.

"Why...why won't you TRUST ME?" I yell, hurt by their actions. A new emotion I've never felt before starts to burn inside me.

Is this what hate feels like...?

[FIGHT]

Impact 10/20 HP
Webdings 660/666 HP

"I knew it. You're just like every other human. I thought you were different because of your magic, but I was wrong." Webdings scolded, now charging up an even bigger blaster.

I think I'll call them Aster Blasters.

"Tyler, what are you doing? Run away!" Flowey cries. I dismiss his words.

I hardly feel like myself anymore...

[FIGHT]

I aim for Impact, swinging at him with my knife.

Then everything seemed to slow down.

The knife suddenly emanated a red and black glow, sparking up to an electric charge.

Then it hit Impact on his side.

Impact 1/20 HP

Webdings immediately starting running towards me, charging up his own red aura, which was surrounding his fist.

"HOW DARE YOU TRY TO KILL MY SON" Was the last thing I was able to hear.

Tyler 0/20 HP

* Game over

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No....

I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

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"....I have much of a choice since you carry me around in this pot everywhere." He mumbles, before I leave the house for Castellar and Impact's again.

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