Undertale Love Stories

AfterDeath| Trapped

I took a deep breath as I laid in my bed for a while longer. My body was still recovering from the night prior.

Slowly, though, I pushed myself up. If I did not get clean now, then I would have to be dirty for the rest of the week.

Taking an old, blood stained cloth, I cleaned myself of last night's activities. I had grown numb to all of this. I had grown cold to many things really.

After cleaning myself, I dressed in thin white clothing with a single red scarf. The scarf was old, ripped in many places, but I loved it. It was the only thing that I cared about in this world.

I bowed my head as I walked, shrinking myself into the shadows. Yet, even with my head bowed, I could see many of their expressions as they watched me. It always was one of three.

Disgust for what I am; pity for I have to do; neutral since they have no care for me or any one like me.

I hated all of them. I hated every single one of their looks.

Still, my face barely twitched with life. My head was down, my red scarf covering my mouth. I showed no signs of living. Why should I anyway? I wasn't even living, I wasn't even surviving. I just refused to die by their ugly, twisted hands.

No. If I was to die by any thing's hands, it will be my own. It will be my happiness, and in my death, I will kill so many of those bastards.

"Geny..." A soft voice whispered to my right.

I glanced over to see a slightly taller skeleton look down to me. Their eyelights were neon purple in the shape of hearts. They also wore very revealing white clothes, similar to mine.

"Lu." I muttered back, my mouth barely moving.

I felt genuine pain for Lu. They didn't deserve this. They shouldn't be here, be treated like they're a damn toy. They were such an innocent creature before this.

"The King wants us in the throne room." Fear was laced in their voice, even my body tensed at those words.

If there was any place that I despised more than anything rational, it was that damn room. That room sent so many people to an early grave. That room sent so many people to hell, that room changed even the best and kindest people.

I hated that room.

"We should not keep him waiting." I kept my jaw firm, knowing that no matter what, I will not die.

We walked, side by side, to that distasteful room.

When we were there, we sat on our knees. Lu quietly made a face, yet they said nothing about the pain they felt.

I looked from Lu, to in front of us.

In front of the throne were several clocked beings. Their heads were bowed, yet the bore a symbol I had never seen before.

I frowned.

I knew every symbol from every kingdom and cult, so who were they?

"Here they are, my most prized servants." An odd nervousness filled the cruel King's voice as he motioned to us.

The leader of the cult turned their head to us. I could feel their eyes on us, scanning us.

Then they nodded.

"Yesss." A deep, rough voice called out behind the hood. "They will do..."

I narrowed my eyes as I felt Lu tense next to me. We were being sold off.

I turned my head to the bastard, his body slumped with relief. He was scared of these fools. He was actually scared of someone!

An invisible snicker fell from my lips as I looked back to the cultists. They looked so pathetic, yet, that just means I could finally escape.

"You two, stand and leave with them." The King ordered.

The two of us stood up and walked over to them.

Suddenly, cloaks were thrown over our bodies. The cloaks were rather nice and warm, it felt better than what I was already wearing. Yet, I didn't smile nor relax.

The cultists surrounded us, keeping us in the middle. It seemed they were prepared for us trying to escape, or at least they were prepared for people like me.

We walked for miles, traveling through forest after forest, even climbing over some rocks. We rarely rested.

The cultists seemed fine with the lack of sleep, but I had to carry Lu the rest of the way as he had passed out. I felt their pain, I wanted to pass out myself, but I wasn't going to let any one of them touch me.

After nearly a week of walking, we finally made it to their home. Every single one of the people there wore a cloak, each one with the symbol.

It was then that I noticed me and Lu's cloaks were different. Ours were thicker looking than the others, and were a more black color than their dark purples.

My eyes narrowed at the corners. We were sacrifices. We were going to die.

Suddenly, an odd weight lifted from my shoulders. I was going to die by something else, on my own terms. I no longer had to suffer this bullshit. Lu no longer had to suffer.

Me and Lu were with the cult for three months.

The cult tried to turn us, telling us their 'Lords' would set us free in way we couldn't understand. We didn't really care nor believe them, something that Lu had learned quickly.

However, we said nothing against them as they feed and bathed us almost regularly. I had actually started to gain weight!

Then it came to the 'big day', the day we were to be sacrifice to some deity.

We were allowed to dress with some comfortable clothes, the cultists didn't care much about clothes.

I just chose a dirty white shirt and some black trousers along with my red scarf. Lu chose something thick and covering, not that I blame them. It was perfectly fine.

Soon the night came and we were lead to a scorched field that had tall torches waiting to be lit.

Minutes passed after the torches were lit when a pair of Dragons flew down.

One had deep black, top scales with whitish-blue belly scales. This Dragon had piercing blue eyes that glared down almost sinfully.

The one next to him had a nasty scar on the top of his head, then his blood red eye. It glowed happily against his nasty scales that were coated in blood, dust and dirt.

They glared at us with such evil eyes, yet neither me or Lu flinched or backed away. Not like the cultists who not only backed away but bowed!

As I had thought months ago, they were pathetic.

As soon as the thought was in my head, my eyes connected with the deep blue eyes of the black dragon. They lowered their head to me, grunting and growling softly. They was watching me, studying me.

"Kill me." I muttered under my breath.

I knew they heard me, I knew it by the curious tilt of their head.

After what felt like centuries, the dark dragon lifted himself up and blew a dark smoke at me. I coughed harshly, the smoke not only burning my chest, but my soul.

I fell to my knees, coughing more than I was breathing. Yet, even as I felt my vision darken more, a smile finally formed on my lips.

This was such a beautiful way to die.