Possession

Turn A Blind Eye

The Judge

I had thought it was the human.

"Again." Flowey orders. Exhaustion grips my entire being as we run through several attack patters. The demonic flower currently rests in my right eye socket, allowing me to better use my magic against his constant attacks.

Standing, stiff in the snowy forest, I try to dodge the large vines that erupt from the frozen ground. I push left as the vines went for my right. And I know he doesn't want me to play the defensive position. "Don't hold back!" He pulls me back towards his vines. A threat aimed to make me want to attack.

But I won't.

I throw myself to the ground, missing the branches by only a few inches. I roll onto my stomach, trying to prevent myself from any more 'dodged' attacks that he had sent my way.  "Sans, you need to start fighting!" Flowey shouts into my head. I clench my hands into tight fists as the cold of the snow continues to seep into my jacket.

It was because that one fateful day that I became trapped by Flowey.

"I won't be too long brother!" Papyrus announces as he closes the front door behind him. I sit myself on the couch, ready to finally catch on some missed sleep. Or, at least I would have, if I hadn't gone outside the back door once he left.

I kick my slippers on quickly and push open the back door. The continued snow showers decreases the clarity of Snowdin, and the forest clearing I had stumbled upon. I didn't mean for the encounter to happen, I only needed to get somewhere, and fast.

But before I could do so, a figure stood in front of me. A dark shadow of a knife hidden in the falling snow. The human. Or so I thought. I knew from the past that they aren't the most peaceful type. But when I had expected some sort of reaction when I approached them, they only attacked. I had prepared to block a blade, not the vines that had erupted from the earth.

Rather than finding the human, I instead stumbled upon a tower of terror that was about to fall...and I would end up getting stuck in the debris.

Flowey pulls my up with the vines, twisted around my bones. I wish I could just lift my hand up to my eye and rip him out of my head. But of course, I could only lift my arm halfway. Enough to send an attack to the next round of vines that barrel towards me.

And just like before, I am forced to attack. But unlike the previous battle, I have one advantage. Flowey is already sitting inside of my head, poking his smiling demonic face out of my right eye, unable to see what I am about to do.

Unable to see across from me.
Unable to block the attack in time.
Unable to prevent me from aiming a pointed bone right at him.

Right into my eye.