Derivations of L.O.V.E.

Your Destiny

Warning: physical violence (which is a given), and excessive self blame.

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She curled up in the cave, trying to bury all her thoughts, to repress the thing that lives in her head. Oh how she feared her. The thing appeared only a few months before, at first friendly and seemingly harmless, content to watch everything occur around her. She did not welcome nor reject it, because she was life and all beings, good and evil, were hers to provide for. The thing did not hurt her garden nor anyone within it, and that was enough for Life.

But only at first. It- no, She grew stronger, imposing her actions over Life's own, until the Toriel could barely tell what barrier separated them from each other. She would smile, and the thing smiled with her. The entity smoothed a hand over her head, as if pushing hair back into place, and Life would find that she had knocked over her flower crown. When she appeared Life's garden would fall silent, the earth trembling under the entity's grasp. The flowers cried out, but the entity paid them no mind.

"Strange, hollow eye-ed thing", they wailed, "give us back our master. Leave her be, parasite!"

The entity stepped on the yellow flowers, and their voices fell silent. That was the moment when Life began to feel truly afraid. She tried to call out for help, sensing the pleas fall on her lips, appealing to the garden around her, to the plants, to the earth, to her friends...

But she had said nothing at all. The entity clasped her hands around Life's maw, and nobody heard her, nobody came.

The only time Vitae had full control over herself was the first time Error appeared. The entity halted in its control, as if it were in shock, and Life could finally speak again. She was so relieved. Just listening to her friend, hearing him complain about others and complimenting her tea (genuinely, even when he did it to appease her) made her happier than she had been in months. Error was here, and the voice wasn't.

Maybe everything would be okay.

But her hope was in vain. When she turned to leave the garden, she suddenly reappeared. Everything blurred.

"Something is stirring." The entity's words could either be a warning or a threat.

That was not her, not her not her-

Something old and distant and powerful watched Vitae spiral.

She couldn't stay in her garden, where the ground and everything that came from it were alive and fragile, because she understood the entity a little more now and knew it would hurt and kill. She couldn't stay. Not while the old, distant entity stayed with her. So Life fled to somewhere far far away, in the corner of the multiverse, where the old husk of a world lay. Purple flowers spread in fields as far as the eye could see, but it was closer to emptiness, closer to death than any other world she has found. Like the bones in a decrepit grave, the rotted wood of an antique wall, nothing here had been touched in a long time. Vitae dug into the earth with her paws, deeper and deeper until only a small sliver of crescent light fell from above. She curled in a fetal position in her cave, in her hole no better than a grave in the ground, like a bed of golden flowers curled at the bottom of a long fall. 

She only went back once, when the entity established full control over her for a short while. She had tried to reach for Error again. Life was afraid of what would happen if the entity finally could do whatever it pleases. She knows what they are capable of. And by what's left of her power, she returned to the cave, even if it means she has to stay forever.

And they lay there, waiting for the end.

When both the destroyer and creator fell into the void, the cold and weak Life had noticed the disturbance. But the entity within her felt it more deeply, and most of all she understood what Life did not. That both children had fallen from her grasp. Poor Vitae, that was the first time she heard the entity scream.