Once More With Feeling

The Prince Of This World

Hi. Uhm, yeah. I don't have any excuses anymore. 

But uh, guess I'm back? *yaay

I'm actually super happy with this chapter & I finally have the rest of the story planed out

So yeah, have fun

~ Punkin

Maya ran as fast as her feet would carry her, cutting corners and sprinting through hallways, eyes frantically searching the floor, ears listening for even the quietest sounds.

Where did he go?

Her breath came in huffs, lungs and legs burning from the unexpected exercise.

But she pushed forwards, pushed herself all the way to the Ruins, past a confused Sans, past Toriels house, past a sleeping Nabstablook..

She had to find him.

Who knew when she would get another chance to talk to him?

He had been there- she had seen him, clear as day!

So, Maya pressed forward, forced her legs to go farther through the Ruins, deep into the lean tangled alleys of Home.

Or did she imagine it?

No, there was no way.

Flowey had been there, barely hidden by the dark forest that surrounded Snowdin on all sides, shivering in the snow around him.

He had been looking at her, and for a split second, their eyes met, before a pained look crossed his face and he disappeared into the ground.

Maya immediately started running towards him, ignoring Grillby and Lillys confused yells.

She couldn't lose him again.

She had to find hi-

"WoAH- FUCK!"

Too caught up in her own head to watch where she was going, Mayas foot slipped over a gap in the ground, sending her to a skiddering halt over the cobbelstones on the ground. 

Out of reflex, she flung her wrists out, barely able to catch her fall, and winced when her hands painfully connected with the dirty street below. 

Before the pain had a chance to be fully recognized in her brain, she was already getting back up again, pushing her body up on shaking knees, that gave out after a few seconds and sent her back to the ground.

Great, just great. 

Her breath came in huffs and wheezes, too shallow to really give her the air she needed and too fast to be healthy or helpful in any way. 

With the quick thrumming of her heartbeat ringing in her ears, the girl laid there, not really sure what to do now, but too stubborn to give up. 

She had to get to Flowey. 

"Why is it always me.", Maya grumbled, biting back a few curses and pushed herself up on her elbows, until she eventually (after way too much struggling for her liking) managed to sit down cross legged in the middle of the street. 

A quick glance down at her burning hands showed angry red skin, torn open in some parts, with little drops of blood slowly dripping down her wrists. 

'One.. Two.. Three..'

Mentally counting to ten, she carefully crossed her arms in front of her chest, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. 

'This sucks.'