vague love

Mother. Creator.

Rotten flesh of a child.
It smells.

Eyes hung low upon the small figure of a corpse. Lifeless gaze meets the other. Your bright blue boots stood on top of it.

Filthy.

Withdrawing back the butcher knife from the floor. Your small hands are barely holding it intact in your fist but you held your heads high. Arrogance fuming from your eyes as it glared into the lifeless child.

A swift kick to the dismembered body had send it a few inches away on the floor from your feet.

Its time to go.

.

The white building towers over you. A familiar feeling of it only radiates hatred for you. Your unwilling feet walks it ways inside of the building, taking in the silence as the workers for the place turned their heads away from you.

Fear or ignorance?

Who knows.
Either way, it pisses you off.

White clean bones of yours reflect the ceiling light making it clear and well that you are the odd one here.
Swaying your ways to the room opposites from the entrance as your eyes were met with her.

Your "mother" as she would love to call herself that.

Though the much more correct and preferred term is "creator".

Upon the sight of her, your teeth gritted and your fist clenched around the handle of the butcher knife. The rising speed of your soul beating frantically the more you get closer to her.

"Calm yourself down, boy."

Eyes of love, smile of warmth. Was the face your creator had wore ever since you were born.
Its tiring.
To wake up everyday knowing that someone needs to see you with a mask covering their face.

How dare that woman.

"I assumed you have collected love?"

You almost laugh.

"Love".
The word that she used to refer to souls.

Souls.
The physical embodiment of a person's inner self.
Shaped like a heart, most glows in plentiful of colours to suit the person.
Powerful and determined.
The ones monsterkind thirst for.

Person.
Humans. The ones that walked on the earth. The ones that lives on the surface.

Monsters.
Not a person.
Souls usually white or grey.
Never anything bold.
Though still represents the person's inner self.
Magical and weak.
But once combined with a human soul, will create a very powerful being. Even more than humans.

That.
Is the reason.
She wants you to collect "love".

That kindness of hers doesn't come out from pure intentions. You knew better.

"yeah. i did."

You replied, words are hollow but it didn't bother her. It never did.

"Good!"

Handing it to her, she let it hovered over to her palm, an excited smile was drawn over on her face. Genuine.
But its only towards the accomplishments that you aren't proud of.

"Good job, Sans! You can leave now!"

Your feet are already moving, leaving her alone in the room.
Placing your weapon on the spare space of the lab's table before going over to the elevator.

Unknown to your knowledge, a small boy was trailing you from behind. When you were in the elevator is when you noticed the boy's presence.

Papyrus was his name, right?

"What would mother do with the love?"

Right. He's also your brother.

A sigh emitted through your teeth as you gazed at the kid, his eyes wide and curious.
Though, the both of you aren't close, he was never afraid of you.
Rather, admired.
And for that.
You like the kid even only by the slightest.

"well.
probably keeping it."

"Somewhere safe?"

"heh, maybe."

He was silent after the quick exchange, tugging on your shirt while shifting closer to you. It had caused a slight discomfort to you but its nothing to fret about.

As the silence roamed over the air for a minute, the elevator door slides open and immediately, you stepped out of it, along with the boy.
Before you, is a long corridor riddled with doors to your left and right.

Behind every door is a place where patients sleep.

Patients, your creator calls them that.
But they are more of a test subject.

It sounded like a sick joke when you think about it.

These people think they are being cure of their inevitable death.
When in reality, its just making them live in a loop of endless torture and pain while being essentially immortal.

You've seen it happened.
The amalgamation.

Pieces of monsters' souls that is trying to find eternal peace for themselves, merging into one to create the creature that is amalgamates. Losing its true self in the process and essentially becoming a being that is trying to find what is already lost while stuck in the cursed limbo of immortality.
Its sounded quite similar to the phenomena that is living and dying only this time, its much worse.

Its sick. Disgusting and vile.
But for some reason, it had made you laughed a dry and empty laugh when you had heard about it.

That was one of the first time you had wanted to crack open her skull, pluck off her teeth one by one and use the bones from her ribcage to make a small miniature of a throne.
A bit specific but its a kind of feeling that she could evoked to you at such times and its so fascinating.

Your creator had never ceased to amaze you.

"Brother,"

The boy called out for you from below, glaring at him immediately when he had interrupted your thoughts.
He doesn't cower from you though, instead, he pointed to the door in front of you.

Ah.

"we've arrived."