Jessica cried out.
Gaster was in front of her. She couldn't believe it. She had tried to save him, and now they were both going to die. He glowed with power, his expression one of neutral displeasure. His eyes were a solid red, and three green hands held back the rubble. With a flick of his wrist, the rocks turned to dust in a beam of light.
He was beginning to walk away as I stared. Then he spoke.
"I'm not losing anyone else."
He was speaking strangely unevenly. He looked as though he had narrowly escaped death himself, not saved her from it. His expression was one of determination of and perseverance.
He disappeared in a flash of purple and maroon. She collapsed. The last thing she saw was the sky above me, a beautiful blue, with few clouds. She smiled faintly. I'm alive. Should I be happy or sad?
My soul hurts.
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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.
