Possession

Shattered

The Judge

I don't want to have to fight against the attacks. The attacks that I want to make against this human. But the would only mean that I really am complying to Flowey's control. And that is one thing I will always refuse to do. But after almost having a knife lodged into my skull made me realize that defying Flowey doesn't mean I can't defend myself.

I make distance between me and the knife wielding maniac to prevent any further close calls. I can feel more exhaustion crawl up my spine but I know that can't stop me. Cause once I give up, with 1 HP, there is no going back. And soon I am able to land a hit. Taking a good chunk out of their HP brings me a sense of relief. Their reluctance to forge forward, and instead eat something, let's Flowey have enough time to launch himself back at me.

As the vines tie my arms to my sides, he lands right back where he was. My eyes socket. Now available to any of my magic, that anxiety resurfaces. And there seems to be nothing I can do about it, except...this...might be the reason why he had trapped me in the first place. Vines jerk me out of my thoughts as my arm is pulled in front of me. Hand out, facing directly at the human, my magic strikes. Being forced to do several bone attacks that drain me of energy, and create the same sensation that teleporting had done.

It feels as if my soul is being turned inside out. I feel lightheaded, like I had tried to breathe through a straw while running a marathon. The human, with their redound stamina attacks their way forward. Inch by inch. Second by second. And soon the use of so much magic really starts to wear me down.

"It seems that you both are running out of time." The human jokes. I am startled by how strong their voice is, even while they are dodging both vines and bones. But when the vines tighten, painfully around my soul, I can tell that their words were getting to him.

And that was when they were able to land a hit. The knife runs through my eye, right where Flowey rests. But I can see with my other eye that they were happy that their throw hit it's target. I start to feel the vines loosen around my soul and then the rest of my body. As soon as I have some control over myself, I quickly reach the knife out of my eye.

And once I threw it behind me I reached up to my eye socket, where he was before. All my fingers could feel was...dust. With shaking hands I knew what happens next. "Calm down, skeleton. I would have already killed you if I wanted you dead." The human jokes, red in their eyes, appearing more vibrant than before.

Seeing the vines that once held me down fall to dust, was a good feeling. Even if it was done by a human. I readjust my jacket, still paranoid of what this human could do. "Then why am I still alive?" I ask, my voice a little rough from disuse. They take my question with a curious and perplexed face. And I can't help but feel as if I was being analyzed.

"Let's just say, I needed to scope some things out." They say causally, as if they were trying on a new shirt. But this isn't a store and I don't have much patience for killers. "You said you had a puppet, what do you mean by that." I say,  watching their reaction. And let's say that their reaction was one I was not expecting.

Watching their face grow into a smile that only the devil would wear made me immediately jump into a defensive stance. Still shaken from the initial fight, I don't know how well I could handle their attacks. Their face becomes distorted. A grin that reaches from one corner to the other. Blood red eyes that leak out LOVE.

I step back as they advanced. Terrified of what they could do next. If they could defeat Flowey with our powers combined, who can't say that they won't take me down with just a thought. "Now, monster, why are you the one to ask?" I summon a bone attack, one that I instantly had to drop after feeling a sharp pain in my soul.

I fall to the ground, fully in the human's mercy. I don't know if I could meet their eyes, well knowing that they are boring into my skull. "Everyone is my-" a sickening sound causes my head to snap up. A grave mistake. The sharp end of an attack hangs only inches in front of my face. And it is lodged right into the human's soul.

Shattering it.