[WARNING!]
Swears and spoilers!
#54 in SOULS tag on May 12, 2018
#10 in DREEMURR tag on May 18, 2018
So stood the little child on top of Mt. Ebott, staring at the yawning hole in front of her. This was it. This was where everything would end. She sighed. At least she could die without anyone remembering her. That's how she should end. Humanity was cruel, selfish, and hateful. They didn't deserve her, so many times complimented for her kindness.
She drew in a shaky breath and stepped forward. She felt her foot snag on a vine and she plummeted downward. Butterflies took flight in her stomach and she let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Before she knew it, she had met the ground. She felt every bone in her body shatter. But strangely, a few minutes later, she opened her eyes, knowing from the small glimpse of her death spot that she was alive. She looked around. Pillars rose from the floor around her. She thought she was dead.
"It sounds like it came from over here!"
A voice startled her. Her rattling breaths grew fast and shallow as her heart beat in fear.
A small, white-furred humanoid thing emerged from the darkness. He resembled a goat and sported a green shirt with two yellow stripes and blue jeans. He was a monster. He gasped at the sight of the child and said "Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you?" He kneeled down and reached for the girl's hand. His hands were furry too, with small white claws poking through the fur.
She backed away, still on the ground, cornering herself on a pillar. "Its okay!" the monster said. "I don't bite!" He inched slightly closer.
His eyes were full of worry and welcome. The child reached out shakily and grabbed his hand, wincing and waiting to die. She felt her hand being tugged and was pulled up. "Are you okay?" the monster asked. "What's your name?"
"I..." The child began, speaking for then first time in what felt like forever. "I'm fine, and I'm Chara."
"Chara? That's a nice name," the monster said. "My name is Asriel."
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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