Possession

By Myself

The Judge

We had stopped walking by the time I woke up. My back is leaning up against the trunk of a tree, sitting in the cold snow. The still suffocating vines wrap around my arms, and what I assume is also binding me to this tree. A consistent throb pushes against my skull, a result of the exuberant amount of energy I used earlier.

I try to see my left hand through the darkness, hoping that it isn't broken. When I am able to move my stiff fingers, I assume it's not. I cautiously reach up to my eye-socket realizing that Flowey isn't currently resting in it. There are only a few times when I have noticed when he's gone, one of them being when he knocks me out. Huh, must have been one of those times.

He must have done it after he knocked me over in the street, then taken us deep into the forest. He probably is checking on if anyone had seen us earlier. Most likely trying to see if my brother had noticed my presence. And all I can do now is hope that he didn't.

If Papyrus did see me, then he will be a target. A target of the hunting demonic flower. I should have been able to get in there. I shouldn't have forced him into a situation where he has to find me. I should been able to get to him for help.

It wasn't by luck that he has me bound to a tree right now, defenseless and without energy. It was planned. He must have known that I wouldn't have slept that afternoon. That I would have gone there. But how? Maybe if I figured out how, the rest of the story will fit into place.

And with answered questions, comes material to solve the problem.

A bone chilling cold, sweeps through my worn hoodie. I  should have known. I pound a weak fist in the ground, disoriented by the sudden use of strength. I wish there was at least a fire. And just like that, it begins to snow. Small flakes rest on top of my head, causing them to melt. And then refreeze with the constant drop of temperature.

I guess no fire is my "punishment"'or a way to get me weaker so I can't pull another stunt like that again. Soon my clothes get wet from the falling snow and it causes my bones to shake. It feels as if I am being frozen from the inside-out. I struggle to keep my head up in this darkness, finding no reason to look forward if I can't see.

With each second that passes, Flowey doesn't come back, and it causes one idea to keep cycling in my mind. It was selfish of me to try to go search out Papyrus. I got myself into this mess, I played right into his hands. I need to keep my mind on task, search for an opportunity to escape. Now, I risk getting my brother involved. And that strikes more fear into my soul than any threat Flowey can execute.

I can do this...by myself.