Possession

Down the Path

The Judge

Shouts echoed through the woods. All of my questions, forgotten. "What?" I start to say, just before Flowey could tighten the vines around my throat, choking the words right out of me. "You better be quiet." He threatens. His words whisper inside of my head. Finally when there is someone so close, I am rendered useless.

But then again that's what he wants.

After a few moments, the initial shouting stops. Fears and theories run through my head and hundreds of miles per hour. Could it have been someone in danger, did they need help, or was it the person that Flowey has been training me to fight? Was it...never mind.

Flowey's petals brush the inside of my eyes socket as he leaves my head. Only leaving the restricting vines behind, he goes out to scout the area. Just to make sure. Make sure that no one has seen anything. This has already happened so many times before. Distant calls from search teams, all throughout the Underground. And once Flowey goes out to find them, all shouting ceases.

Makes me wonder what happens to those monsters.

Silence echoes through the trees, even the sounds of the Underground's 'nature' is nonexistent. I guess those people ran off after they had a talking flower threaten them. Even when Flowey goes out to make sure everything is 'secure' the vines never loosen.

Creating the ever present feeling of restraint. Maybe when I do escape, I don't think I will ever be able to forget the the feeling. The sensation of knowing that any minute your soul could just be crushed into nothing. That you don't have any control of what you can and can not do. The only reason why you are stuck here is because you have power.

It was a gift to have such an extensive magic ability, but it was a curse to have only one HP. Even with the artificial light from the underground, a dark haze sweeps the forest floor. My heated breath sending fog into the frozen air. And after an attempt to take in a calming breath, the vines choke me out. Not even a cough escapes.

"Let's go." Flowey says, erupting from the snow. Such a sudden entrance startled me, creating a uneasy sense of weakness. Maybe if he wasn't distracted by the people in the forest, he would have taken my fear to his own amusement. But of course, for him, people getting too close is no joking matter.

He pulls me up from against the tree and reclaims his spot inside of my eye socket. The feeling of petals, creating an irritable sensation. As if the feeling of wanting to just rip him out of my head couldn't get any greater.

He makes me move, even when I try to fall back, the vines still hold me up. In a suffocating tightness, I realize that the vines around me are his kind of security. A way to show that I can't escape. Even if he isn't there inside of my head.

While reveling in my depressing thoughts, we almost make it out of the forest. And tony surprise, I can see the path. The same path that I use to guard as a sentry. Nostalgia and bitterness claw at my soul. If only I hadn't taken those times for granted.

And soon enough, my weary eyes focus on what lays on the path. Not just snow and fallen branches. But people. Papyrus. Undyne. I try to shout out, but the ever tight vines don't allow a single sound to come out. I don't know why Flowey wanted to show me this until the vines jerked my head away from my brother. The vines pulled tightly against my struggling head to focus on someone on the other side of the bridge.

A human.