Possession

A Fighting Spirit

The Judge

Exhaust runs through my body faster than I can move. But just like the the vines that are wrapped around my soul, I can't escape. After finishing the training, or at least until I couldn't stand up any longer, Flowey had decided that it was time for a short break. Hanging limp against the restraints, the vines move my body in jagged motions back into the trees.

After a few feet of sluggish, controlled movement. I am dropped 'gracefully' on to the ground. I feel Flowey's petals brush around my eye as he moves around to check our surroundings. And like always, nobody came. For once in my life, I am silent. Too tired from the lack of consistent rest, and scattered meals, I try to reserve my strength. And I don't know how much I will have left until Flowey will have total control.

"Huh, not much for words, Trashbag?" Flowey jokes. "At first you wouldn't stop talking. And I guess I should complain now." He says with a laugh. I wish I could snap at him. Tell him, no...shout at him, to just explain why he would even want to control me. I am just a sentry, brother to the Great Papyrus. Why didn't he just take Undyne or someone more capable of fighting?

But I guess I'll never get any answers if I don't try to ask. "Why me?" I speak, coughing a little to get my voice to sound less tired. The vines around my throat and bruised hands loosen. "Why not you, Sans?" He says answering my question with a question. My brain is not strong enough to comprehend any riddles he is trying to send me.

"Wouldn't you want someone more capable of fighting?" I say, trying to play my powers down, hoping that maybe he starts to think about his decision more. But if he did think I couldn't do the job, would he just take over someone else? Would my weakness be the cause of someone else's pain? I notice my hands shaking, both from the cold and anxiety. The stress and weariness I have been trying to hide, has been brought to attention by the loosening vines.

Etches of blue and black trace my hands where the vines had try to restrain them a few days ago. I flex my fingers, trying to relax them, but sometimes my efforts only result in minimal success. "We both know that you might as well be the strongest monster down here," he starts, more vines coming up from the ground, "I can feel it in your soul."

The vines wrap around my very being, around my soul. With shivers down my spine I realize why they are there...to show Flowey's control over my magic, and my soul. With one wrong move, I could be dust in seconds. "You know I only have one HP." I comment back, trying to ignore the feeling of fear that shakes me down to the bones.

"Yes, but I know how well you can dodge."