A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

A Story About Him (Welcome to Night Vale/Undertale)

This is a story about Him, said the man in the radio. And you were pleased, because now the truth will finally be revealed on the radio.

Welcome, to Night Vale.

[Intro music plays]

This is a story about him. He lived with the Dreemurr couple in a quaint house underground. This is not, a cave-like place like you would expect from a place under the ground, all stalagmites and stalactites, and uneven walls of rocks and crystals. In fact, it was quite square and noticeably human-made. Or monster-made. Like the human-made underground safety bunkers we all have in our homes that give us the illusion of safety.

He had a mother, who cooked snails into pies, and a father, who liked to water flowers. The mother is a queen, and she liked to go bug-hunting and read books. The king, his father, is kind and takes care of his people.

But this is not a story about them. So your focus isn't on them.

One day, on the way to pick up flowers, he heard a sound like a fall from a great height. He was concerned, it might be another monster child trying to climb the columns again. The kids sometimes liked to dare each other on who can climb the fastest, and he, himself, was a participant at times. Most times he patched the others up.

A prince takes care of his own, he learned that from the king.

But when he came upon the cavern where the hole to the surface opened up, it was not a dazed monster child being bathed in the golden beams. It was a creature, unlike anything he had seen before. But he had heard, oh, he had heard his parents' stories.

It, was a human... They were injured.

"Oh! You have fallen down, haven't you?" He asked, "Are you okay? Here, get up...."

They said something quiet, pained. Weak.

"Chara, huh? That's a nice name!"

He gave his own name in turn, and in them, the human, he had found a friend. And then a sibling. And then a conspirator.

Chara was ambitious and bitter. And loving. They loved the monsters so much that it moved him. Their eyes gleamed with passion and righteous anger.

And oh, the anger burned. It burned through everything in its path, it burned even the human themself. Because upon seeing how the monsters lived trapped by the humans, Chara made a plan. A great sacrifice on their part, but would spell the freedom of their beloved family under the mountain.

He grieved. He cried. He begged to take it back. But the human was still sick, still dying. And they faded in a whisper of breath and a scent of blood.

(At the corner of his eye he thought he saw something. Something dark. Distant.)

He and them became one. His body, their souls, together. The human had one wish in their death, so the prince honored their wish and, with his, their, new power, took them to the surface and the golden flowers. Through the barrier that enveloped his home, trapping, smothering his people. He went through it with the wish of coming back and finally destroying the thing that stole his people's freedom, and stole his sibling's life.

The child was so very small in his arms. So frail. So empty.

But the child was still there with him, beside him, inside him, and they wanted vengeance. They wanted the humans to burn, too. But he said, no. No more of anyone dying, please, he does not want to kill.