Ｏｕｔｌｏｏｋ

Gone

~Dust Sans

At some point nightmare popped up, said something was "ready" and Fresh nodded and teleported with Nightmare to a void-like area. There was the host, just standing there, not saying a word, but when he saw me he tensed up. I knew exactly what was going on.

Fresh started babbling on to the host about how his experiment went wrong and how people like me always meddled with his plans. How this was valid, I didn't know. I tried gaining control, but nothing would work. Goddamn IT WHY WASN'T IT WORKING!

That's when Fresh attacked. In my body. Nightmare sat back and watched. The host Sans was dodging left and right, obviously used to seeing Freshes attack patterns.

After a bit of dodging I finally got enough control to stop Fresh several times, but he regained control and continued attacking. I didn't want him to do this, goddamn it. Fuccccckkkkkkk.....

The host sans was good at dodging, and for some reason he couldn't teleport out. Hopefully he could keep this up...

But nope. He had gotten hit, and I knew that even though I had extra health because of the LV, he didn't. Oh god. Fuck him. He was still alive, dying slowly, but still....

I had enough power to gain control, finally, and then said, barely, "You ass.....I'm so sorry...It's not your fault..." And then, just for the spite of it, I had nothing to lose anyway, shoved a bone into my head which slammed into my soul. Yeah it hurt, but as I said, I have nothing else to lose...

Several times. That's how much it took. Before I dusted, I saw nightmare pluck Fresh from my skull and teleport out. I mouthed the words, "I'm sorry" to the host, and after that, it was over. Thank god. It was over. I had nothing else to live for anyway. I wonder what death looks like? Well, I didn't care...

Nobody did.