Rising Storm [ Ink!Sans x Reader ]

19. Dust to Dust

I've always found it quite funny the way things turn out.

Yes, I know, it is growing to be a bore with me talking, distracting you from the ending at hand. Did you know we're getting to the finale, that what you're hearing right now is part of the end game, part of the final chapter of this tale? This is the final battle, the final course of events that will determine whether or not there will be a future of either bloodshed or promise? What happens now sets down the cornerstone for what is yet to come!

Are you on the edge of your seat yet? I wouldn't blame you if you were, this truly has been a captivating story in my opinion, it is getting harder and harder to determine whether or not there even is a happy ending. Of course, I happen to know the answer to how this whole thing plays out and even now I see that glimpse of hunger in your gaze, you want me to tell you, to tell you what happened and spare you the long journey of having to wait, of having to find out for yourself.

But admittedly, this has been entertaining for me. I am so, so old, you cannot begin to fathom how ancient these bones are and how numb I have grown to the passing of the world, watching as the lives of others flicker and fade away forever. You living beings think that you are so important, that the tasks you deal with are grand in comparison to the want and fate of the universe.

But this is nothing. In a few years time this story, this fight I am telling you about will be forgotten, there will be not one who can recall such events that are spelled out before you now. That is the irony of this universe, I think, the way in which one can spend so much time screaming into the darkness, scream and scream until their throat runs raw and not one will hear even if we all stand shoulder-to-shoulder.

Ah, I must apologise for my ramblings. You cannot understand what it is like, to spend so much time in this world of darkness and have no one to listen to, to be immortal but hate every second of your existence. Then again, what really is immortality? To me, it's living while everyone else around you dies, you standing over their graves with a shovel. Doesn't sound as luxurious now, does it?

I suppose I have kept you longer than what you would have liked. I shall continue now, but heed this warning that when we do talk again, when we do acknowledge each other's presence, it will be at the end of this story, when the tale has finished and the story has reached its conclusion. Looking at your face now, it is not that hard to tell that you don't want this story to end, you've enjoyed hearing about these twists and turns that always seem to be in the way of your fabled 'happy ending.' But alas, as is the happening of all things within this multiverse, every thing must come to an eventual end, whether you want it or not.

So we shall continue with this tale for a short while, tie up the few bits of lose ends before we discuss the greater thing on the table here, the thing that we have been ignoring and setting aside for far too long.

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The creature of fear liked its new form, liked the power and the raw strength that seemed to tear through its veins that went unchecked. It often wondered when it had been trapped within the human's mind why they had not bothered to unleash the full of their might, why they ignored the torrent of magic that was practically one flicker of thought away. Then again, the creature of fear realised, the universe had an awful habit of wasting power on the weak and stupidity on those who did have the ambition to seek positions of power.

"Golly, this is certainly fun!" The creature giggled, doubling over in a fit of hysteric laughter as it gazed upon the painter, the skeleton that had befriended the human that it was now possessing. It was very funny seeing the mere bit of hopelessness within his eyes, how close he and the human had been to their happy ending, to reaching a point where all lose ends had been tied up and best left forgotten, the small flicker of hope that perhaps everything had gone right.