Gwen was always able to see the good in people. Not the blinding kind, no, she could see even a glimpse of the good in others. Even if it was just guilt for killing.
She has met so many bullies, and almost all of them have been 'cured' of their bull...
Anyway, I just had the idea of something that may or may not be absolutely terrible.
Idk.
Qwen: Do I have t-
Me: YES)
I frowned and raised my hand up, examining it.
Why?
I AM FUCKING BORED!
Nightmare is reading some good Stephen King, Error is knitting, and knowing the others they're being stupid in their rooms. (OMG THAT SOUNDED WRONG).
"We should go camping." I blurted out of nowhere, making Error look up from knitting in confusion. "Wh@t? Why w0uld w3 d0 th@t?" I shrugged, not knowing either.
I just wanted to cause some trouble and crap.
Maybe kill a deer if I see one.
"Why not." Nightmare spoke up, putting his book down.
Something sparked in my chest.
Was it happiness????
I have no idea.
It's like when you're picking out colors for your room and you ask someone, and you get that feeling in your chest when they pick the color you didn't want.
Except if they did pick the color you want and you feel-
Excitement!
That's what it was.
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As we stepped through the portal with all our bags in hand, I immediately looked around.
Knowing that Nightmare picked a location, I assumed he had nothing to do with water because of how it 'changes' him.
But I was completely surprised when I saw that we were a little ways away from a lake. I even 'gasped' if you want to call it that.
I miss this whole 'exploring' thing.
"Hey, guys!" I called out to them and nodded to the sunset.
Error opened a portal once again and pulled out some chairs with his strings.
Killer, Nightmare, and Horror sat in the chairs while the rest of us just sat on the ground, watching as the sunset bounced off the waters.
IT WAS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!!!
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Soon, the crickets started chirping and Error yawned, leaning back in his chair.
"Should we go to sleep?" I asked, and Error nodded rapidly. "I set up camp a little way down-" Before he could finish, Error was already gone.
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I couldn't sleep.
Not because of that weird nightmare-feeling thing that I have, nor was it the noise or the bed. It was just... there.
I groaned quietly, getting up from the sleeping bag and making my way past a few sleeping bodies, to outside.
I felt calmer.
I sat at the shore and looked up, remembering how ----- used to point to stars and constellations, and how I used to freak out because I got one name wrong.
I've been through too much in my life.
And it was mostly for the skeletons.
My parents died, I almost died, ----- died...
What did I do to deserve this?
I found myself staring up at the stars with little daydreams about them.
If the world was just a little part in millions of stars and planets, why do I matter?
Even in this world, there are several dimensions that I've seen.
I still laugh when I remember how the Underfell Flowey saw me and Gavin 'decorating' the ruins in glitter and silly string.
Is that world a genocide or pacifist?
I looked down at the water, seeing it ripple and move with the wind and weird underwater currents.
How could something so calm kill thousands of people?
My uncle Bob died of drowning.
I heard a noise and looked up to see...
Ink?
"Qwen?!" He exclaimed, rushing to my side quickly and sitting down. "yep. Still me. Did I hurt you the first time you saw me?" He shook his head.
"But be quiet. The guys are sleeping." I added, which Ink tensed upon. "Don't worry! I'll protect you if they try and attack." He chuckled a little.
What was so funny?
"You are a unique human, Qwen." He said, and his eyes changed to a yellow question mark and a red square.
"You are best friends with the villains, yet you stay so..." He trailed off. "Pure?" I finished, and he nodded.
"I don't know. I just... help bad people. I get along with them even though I'm nice." I sighed, leaning back on the ground.
The painter did the same.
"It's just... strange." He murmured and looked up at the stars.
"Do you see that little group of stars right there?" I asked, pointing to Ursa minor. "yeah?"
---
I yawned, leaning on something soft...
Wait.
I slowly looked up, well sleepily looked up, and saw a sleeping Ink.
I teleported away, panicking.
THE FU- oh wait. I fell asleep pointing to constellations. From the looks of it, it should be about 6 or 7 in the morning.
I need to get Ink out of here before the others find him!
I teleported back to Ink to see that he was being held up by strings, and a very angry Error stood there.
Oh.
Shit is going down.
I may not care about Ink or anything, but Error is not killing him.
I just had a feeling.
I took a step in front of Error, glaring. "Let him the fuCK GO!"I screeched and cut the strings that held Ink in the air with a glance.
My left eye was burning.
Ink left, and the burning was becoming more intense.
My 'dark side', or my Reaper side, was needing to kill.
I took a step back, covering the burning eye with a hand and creating a portal, leaping through it in panic.
