The bullet hits you, but at first it doesn't hurt. It's as if the world has gone into slow motion and you're watching the bullet break the skin and the veins underneath. You watch it bury itself deep Into the skin of your arm. You watch blood explode from the wound. Dark but bright all at the same time. A color fit for a queen.
Then the pain hits you, all at once. It feels like a knife has been buried deep into your arm, and even though it's as deep as it can go, the blade grows.
More knives join the first. Your body has turned into a dartboard, but the darts are too sharp. Too long. They won't stop being thrown.
Your vision blurrs. Your head pounds. All you can hear is a faint buzz. One long scream, that never stops for breath. Maybe you're the one that's screaming.
You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't move. You barely realize that you've collapsed to the ground. You've barely realized that Flowey is laughing.
Your arm is on fire. More skin burns every second. Blood gushes from the wound.
You then begin to sob. You can't handle the pain. You can't handle the fact that you're stuck. You want to go home.
You want to go home.
You lay on the ground in a puddle of blood and tears. You sob and you scream, but no one seems to hear.
But someone did.
Flowey is no longer laughing.
Flowey is no longer smiling.
Flowey wears the face of someone who's just been splattered with paint when they expected to be completely clean all day.
A look of shock.
A look of fury.
You don't get to see the face for very long, because something is thrown at the side of it.
The thing knocks the flower away.
Something red and orange and always changing. You could feel the heat a hundred feet away.
A fireball.
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The Fallen Child
Fanfiction"You really think you can survive here?" It asks you. "You won't make it a day. The only way you can survive the monsters is if you kill them. They'll keep killing you over and over again. You have to kill them if you want to escape." You get a sink...
