vague love

Shelter. Royalty.

This..
This is not hell.

You think..
You think you are finally snapping into senses here.

When you had arrived upon the entrance. It was intimidating.
The huge building, the structures of it, the dull colours with only a few popping out, the bright garden decorating the outside.

And the.. The heat.
The heat was gone.

This place is called The Capital.
The atmosphere is more crowded but when you're in front of the castle, it makes you feel so.. Calm.

Its like you had escaped the crowd and be faced with such an overwhelming sense of relieve.

It seemed so real.

There's bugs.
Butterflies.
Beetles.
Ladybugs.

All around the garden.

When the smell of grass had registered into your magic, you only find yourself hesitant to step on it with bare feet.

But despite your building anxiety, you walked through the trails of the ange- queen. Entering the castle and are immediately greeted by guards.

Friendly but firm guards.

Back in the lab, everyone was fearful of your creator, the great royal scientist of Underground.
You wondered what they would called her if they knew of all of her failures.

"So, Eric, now that we're here.
Where is your parents..?"

Ah.

For some reason, its suddenly hard to breathe.
Heh.

With force, you twitched your head to faced her. A faint but hollow grin was carved in a sudden.

You noticed she had a big frown. Papyrus doesn't seemed too happy neither but he was quiet.

"queen toriel.
didn't you see.
didn't anyone see.

she's dead.
she had burned alive.
the lab had burned down.
and pa- horton.

you were there too.
and you didn't see it."

The woman is now looking at you, concerned. So concerned that she puts down your brother to approach you.

And all you did was returned back her gaze with a stare devoid of life.

"Who's 'she', my child?
And what lab are you talking about...?"

Not her too.
No.
Not her too.
Please.

"the royal scientist.
her name is-"

In a quick moment, something strong choked your throat of speaking which made you gasped but its gone by a second.

Toriel stared.

"The Royal Scienti-?"

"her name is--"

Its hurting.
You can say it.

Its [xxxxx xxxxxxxx].

There. You can say it.
Loud and clear.

"the royal scientist's name is---"

"My child.. Its alright."

"no, her name--"

"I am worried about you.
Please, calm down."

Calm down?
Calm down?
She's asking you to calm down?
That's funny.

That's so goddamn fucking funny.

Is that why its so hard to breathe.
Because that name had twisted your throat until it feels like its going to break apart and render you voiceless if you don't fucking shut up.

God.
God please.
End you already.

Please.

You deserved it.

"My child, please, let me help you."

What is she saying anymore.

Can't see.
Can't speak.
Can't hear.
Can't move.

It feels cold.
It feels numb.

You're falling into the void.

-

"I-is he gonna be okay?"

"Yes, I'm sure, sweetie. Don't worry.
Your brother.. He hasn't had much sleep, right?"

A faint pause.

"I don't.. Remember."

It feels so heavy.
This feeling.
Its exhausting.

Your eyes.
It feels like its being dragged down by a brick, refusing to open when you desperately wanted too.

So instead,
you decided to listened on to the conversation with the consciousness you have left.

"Its alright, dear.
Do you know where your parents is?"

"I-I don't know.
But.. But, I don't think they are anywhere now.

Um, despite my brother telling you some nonsense.
I think there's some truth in that..

Maybe that's wh-why he acted like, uhm, before."

"Oh dear..
Here, would you mind if..."

And the conversation cuts there.
As you fell deep into slumber.