FlowerFell (NSP) [ARCHIVED]

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As they continued throughout hotlands  and made it past Mettaton... they made it home, monsters roamed around here telling them the story of the world above and the underground, the reminders of Uni's past had him hard... Cory on the other hand felt the weak presence of something he felt before... like they had returned. It was at this moment in time when Cory couldn't even hold his body up, his legs were tingling with the burning fire of pain, so Uni carried him into Asgore's throne room. Although... Asgore wasn't there... "where is he.?" Uni looked around the room hoping he would find Asgore... So he lay Cory down on the flowers and went to look for help. After a few minutes or so, Cory was calling Uni's name but it sounded like a painful screech... He came rushing in to find Cory slowly making his way to Asgore's throne, Blood dripping from his mouth. "Cory! are you ok?!" He went silent. "speak to me, please!!" Soon enough, Cory started laughing... "d-don't wo-rry abou-t me... ok..?" Uni started bawling his eyes out. "re-memb-er that so-ng..?" Cory painfully took his arm up to Uni's face... and started to sing that song... "o-h ma-ry... Con-tra-ry... ho-w does yo-ur gard-en grow..." he took a paused hoping that Uni would join him for his final moment with him...

ok you can play the song

He said... "oh mary... contrary... how does your garden grow... come with me... and you'll be... the seventh maid in a row..." my answer was laughter, soft as I lower my head... You're too late I'm afraid... this flowers already dead...

"reseting as I was with blossoms in full bloom..." 

"never a chance to pause with magic to consume..."

" A shadow walked behind me offering his hand... but couldn't understand..."

He said... "oh mary... contrary... how does your garden grow... come with me... and you'll be... the seventh maid in a row..." my answer was laughter, soft as I lower my head... You're too late I'm afraid... this flowers already dead... 

scattering petals down the road without an end... left on the battleground for one I call my friend..."

"maybe he love me as he took me by the hand... and  tried to understand..."

I said... " oh mary... contrary... how does your garden grow..? stay with me... I can't see...anywhere that we could go..." Their answer was laughter... as darkness swallowed them up...one more time... i'll be fine sometimes kindness is enough...

"oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?"

"don't leave me, please don't be the seventh maid in a row"

My answer a whisper soft as he lowered his head
"set them free..." I'm sorry, this flower's already dead...

He's gone...