Possession

The Hidden Enemy

The Judge

I had woken up from a nightmare before I got captured.

Just like I am doing now. I force air into my lungs, trying to outlast the terror of the dream. Stuck in a situation I don't want to be in, with a haunting vision of blood. A nightmare, horror stricken into my very being. One that I have dreamt ever since I was little.

The hallway dream.

A nightmare that always sends me down a slippery slope of irritability and unexplained yawns. One where I catch glimpses of a faceless enemy, and ends in a battle I can never win. I can only hope that it's just a dream. I don't feel any dryer when I wake, too stiff to try to move now. I carefully blink, cautious if Flowey has returned. And...he hasn't.

Slivers of light start to brighten up the forest, sending questions to my brain. Why isn't he back yet? Not that I'm complaining. But the longer I wait, the worse the theories of what he could be doing become. I blink the blurriness out of my vision. Realizing that it wasn't caused by my early wake up call, but the tears of what made me wake up.

I struggle to reach my frozen arm to my face, but with a moment of pulling against the vines, I am able to wipe the streaks clean. Just in time for me to hear the sound of earth breaking through the snow. Flowey must be back. As the light down in the Underground increases, I am able to see him only a few yards away from where I am currently tethered to the tree.

"Looks like your awake, good." Flowey says, dropping any act of sincerity. I take a deep breath in, prepared to speak if needed, now that I can without him choking me. And before I have a chance to ask him any questions, he gives orders. "We are doing some training today, trashbag, so I advise you get ready." His smiley flower face stares me dead in the eyes.

"What training?" I am able to cough out. The disuse of my voice and the fact that there are most likely bruises around my neck, causes my question to sound rough. Instead of giving me a direct answer, he pops back under the ground. And barreling through the snow and frozen ground he makes his way right in front of me.

"You will see," he starts, slowly growing up from the ground, "I need to make sure you are able to use your magic to the fullest of your...abilities." He looms almost a foot above me, as I start to feel the tightening of vines around my arms. How could he know of what magic I can do?

Flowey bends down, and gets right in my face. "The musician may be able to play well, but he won't want anything to do with a broken instrument." I try to move backwards, my hands twitching as they are being wrapped in vines. I return the same blank glare, a stand of defiance. If there is a reason why he wants me to train. Then...

There has to be someone he wants me to fight.