Kessie's Short Stories

[Undertale] Wouldn't It Be Nice?

Originally published 8/22/2018

Let the little gypsy rest. Gently laying across the circle of buttercups as if the world isn't there. Let her remain on what sunlight falls into the Underground, soaking it all in with a peaceful smile. A shadow overcomes the gypsy girl- she doesn't notice it at first, but when she does, her smile only grows.

"Asriel..." she greets, saying the name in near whisper. The newcomer smiles at her saying his name; her voice, while quiet and small, was one of his favorite sounds.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks as he finds a spot next to her. The gypsy girl didn't notice it at first, but he had brought them food in a small wooden box. It smelled almost like honey, whatever it was.

"I wasn't thinking," the gypsy girl told the goat child, "I was dreaming."

"Oh..." came a rather absent answer. "What were you dreaming about then?"

"Us."

"D-don't say that!" the goat child informed the gypsy; his face flushing a bright red in embarrassment. "You know we run on borrowed time..."

"And that's why I dream," the gypsy insisted with a sweet smile, "So we have more time."

But this only made the goat child pout.

"I wish you shared this time with me. I can't see your dreams."

The gypsy girl gave a sweet little laughter as she rolled over to get a better look at him. The goat child had done the same and nearly had to look away again from his own furious blushing. Once more, the gypsy laughed at her friend before leaning over to give him a small peck on the forehead. And as before, the goat child's face started to flush an ever deeper red; at this point, he might even faint. He always wondered if she did this to him on purpose. Maybe it was just the air of innocence and quiet in these times in-between. He valued these times because they were so uncertain. She did too, and this was how she showed him.

"I made us lunch." he finally said to her, taking this opportunity to hide his face from her to properly get out the wooden box. "It's your favorite: honey soaked butterscotch pie."

"But I'm not in the mood for sweets." the gypsy girl playfully whined. "It'll ruin my appetite for dinner."

"This is dinner." Asriel sheepishly told her. "It's the only thing I know how to make, and I didn't want you to strain yourself with making something else. Or anything, for that matter."

"Do you not like it when I make things for you?" the gypsy playfully pouted.

"N-no! I never said that!" Asriel quickly interjected. "Y-you just always get so tired after! And... and then we can't have more time to..."

The goat child was instantly shut up by a sweet, quick peck on the cheek. This time, he might have fainted as when he opened his eyes again, finding himself laying on the ground and the delighted face of the gypsy girl looking down at him. From this position, Asriel took the gratuitous opportunity to stare into her crystalline blue eyes- oh how they haunted him when he wasn't with her. He was almost confident that they could glow in the dark too, if given the opportunity.

This thought seemed to knock the goat child out of his stupor enough for him to flip her over- now he was the one straddling her and she was pinned to the ground. She even flashed him a teasing smile. So caught up in the moment now, Asriel only had to lean forward a little to kiss her without remorse. The gypsy girl emitted a giggling and comforted hum as she brought them closer together.

This was perfect, this little life together. No one could separate them, no one would even bother them. They just... existed in those ruins, together. What more could either of them wish for?

But then it happened- as simple as a little pop in your ear. Not long after, the gypsy woke up on a patch of flowers with a start. But these were different than the ones she were on not long ago. Looking down on her own body, she found with dismay that she was now several years younger. Someone had imposed a RESET, and her prince was once more a flower. Now all the gypsy could do was wait until that Someone worked their way through the Underground once more.

Meanwhile, still remaining in the bed of yellow flowers was no longer a prince, but a small flower quite different from the rest. He watched silently and with fire in his eyes as the fallen human made their way through the Underground once more. If it wasn't this child, then it was the other demon that haunted the Underground when no one looked. Nothing in this world wanted him to be happy, and if it wasn't for her then he would very well keep it that way. But the gypsy girl was like an early dessert, or receiving a present from your favorite relative; once you had a part of her, you only wanted more. If nothing else, the flower wanted the world to not take away his ability to love on such a short notice; couldn't it just fade over time after a RESET and not act like a switch had been activated? It would have been so much less jarring if that could happen.

But it didn't- it couldn't.

And so, the flower too waited for when the barrier would be broken once again so he could meet his gypsy. Somewhere, in a fleeting moment in his thoughts, he wondered if there could be other worlds where they could be together. Always happy together with no harm coming whatsoever. What a nice, foolish dream to think of, and he immediately wondered what had brought it on afterwords. Regardless, shrugging in a way that he only knew how as a flower, the little creature ducked into the earth to watch the fallen human make their way once more.

And maybe, just maybe, there truly was a world where the prince and gypsy girl were happy.

But only one.