"Give her hell for me."
Goodbye, Gaster. Jessica smiled softly at the expression on his face as he dematerialized. She would keep that in her memory for as long as she lived. Judging by the rocks, she had thirty seconds. I had my chance. I deserve this.
For so long, she'd wanted to die, to see her sunshine again. Trust her wish to be granted the month she met them all, messed up monumentally, and never gotten to make up for it. She wanted to stay, but couldn't. She wished he knew how sorry she was. She'd never gotten to express how sorry she was to him in the van. How much she wanted a second chance. Twenty, now.
Nineteen.
Eighteen.
Why hadn't she told him?
Seventeen.
Sixteen.
I've wanted this.
Fifteen.
Fourteen.
So why don't I?
The rocks and rubble began to shake.
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What if? (Greyster)
FanfictionWhat if Jessica wasn't crushed in the rubble? What if Bete Noire was defeated without casualty? What if Bete Noire had no hate in her soul? What would the post-Bete world look like? Let's see.
