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Prolougue

(This prologue isn't really related to the next part I was talking about you can skip it if you want sob and mah drawing above is just le kid Skskksksssss)

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"Save me."

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I never really liked using those two words. In fact, my mind couldn't wonder less on how those damsels in distress could say it with ease, how do they become so confident in handing their safety to strangers so easily?   For me saying that phrase is admitting defeat, admitting one's victory and admitting I'm weak, but to be able to say it vocally makes me realize something.

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That sometimes it's oddly relieving to let someone else do the fighting while you calmly sleep.

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"Dante Breakfast is ready!"

   It was another peaceful day for underfell. Which is completely ironic acknowledging half of the village is covered in dust- But other than that it was pretty damn quiet.

   "I can't believe your father left me to do breakfast all by myself, he knew I have scheduled appointments to deal with this afternoon!" Sci rambled panicking, untying his peach colored apron and throwing it to a nearby basket.

   Serving as an alternative double, his son didn't quite looked as 'fazed' as him. To his surprise he was enjoying his breakfast leisurely as if he wasn't late enough.

   "Hey hurry up you're going to have another fucking  RIR for being late again! " It was 5:15, and school starts at 7:30- But regardless he needed to go anyways.

(A/N: RIR: A slip of green paper that notices disrespectfulness of students within a school premise skskkssk)

   The youth grunted quietly as he grabbed his bag and hopped on straight to the car with his father following suit. He really couldn't do much about him.

Dante's POV:

  Being the son of your everyday chemist teacher has its pros and cons, well mostly cons. Usually I wouldn't wake up at 4:00 am for his teaching sakes, but after I got my 5th RIR this month my father tried the best he could to tag me along his morning field trips, and if you're doubting, YES I do mind.

   Mornings aren't really my cup of tea- well anything related to that hell of a prison I call school is automatically a huge let down in my day. I could already feel myself being salty.

   15 minutes had passed and we already reached the school lawn, I quickly ran out and went through the gate. To my surprise no one I knew would be an idiot enough to go to school at 5:30 am when homeroom barely starts in 2 hours. Although I gotta admit I wished otherwise, it was pretty lonely.

   Walking through the halls I wandered carelessly in numerous directions admiring the hallowness of the passage way compared when it's lunchtime. But I couldn't complain,

   A lot DID change. Exactly 3 months ago our school got a new principal, he wasn't as old like the past ones, but he wasn't that young either. In a span of those 12 weeks he managed to make us believe that "Underfell. existed.only.outside.our.school."

   And before we knew it we were walking in uniform lines.

   My train of thought was interrupted by light footsteps.

   "Dante!" A kid's voice echoed through the walls getting particularly closer with every syllable. Walking towards the direction I was greeted by a small gremlin.

And there he was Lotus.

"I see your father made you come early too."

   He just smirked looking up to me admiring how I'm obviously suffering lack of sleep. He was a sweet child but he was also sarcastic when he joked to those he trusted the most. And being teased by him was a privilege I couldn't pass on.

  We sat in the bench joking around, sharing laughs and catching up on what happened to us in our weekends. In times like these I appreciate coming in early. But the thought of this being just an imagery of my tired mind is haunting me. Isn't this just a tactic for me to forget 'my Lotus', well not this kid.

The dead one

   Sometimes I feel that I'm just using this kid as a replacement. A tool to remember talking to 'him', a tool to remember spending time with 'HIM'. A tool to remember... seeing 'him' But in reality I'm not really even sure if he's really the one inside this petite vessel.

  The Lotus I am talking to is a 12 year old human, nothing more nothing less.

   Does a person like me even deserves to cry over a dead classmate in front of this child? When Rurik, someone who loved him genuinely decides to Move on-

(Aaaa if you made it this far then thank you!Do leave what you thought about it in the comments cause I wanna know ways on how to improve  ;w;)