#fataliism

            There  was fear in his heart the moment he saw the other had come back to the ruins. It made him wonder if Sans had caught on ─ that in his heart he knew that "Flowey" and himself were connected.

    Terror registers to his features whether he wanted it to or not ─ Taking a step back into the ruins, before he turns tail to run. It was what he was used to, after all ─ Running away from the skeleton, promising nothing but Judgement and death. He usually greeted those who ‘fell down’ with a smile and a welcoming hand - but such a nature would not appear in the wake of him.

         He couldn’t do it.

            "───i've─" he looks around, "─i've got to hide...!"

     However, such a task would be difficult now. He was more than just a flower ─ He was a 7ft monster. Escaping into the ground was no longer an option, and truly, he'd had enough of fighting──

*yo, if we got joint custody over paps

//this bitch an hour long yeet

(the crazy thing is that the guy talking is a legitimate actor??? who has been in real movies??? like, not a big name or anything, but how did they convince someone to-

* this is so good.

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[txt] here’s my vote for #CATSUP

                A tiny note is scrawled in a code known only to the child, placed among a couple other   bright red notes filled in with sharpie. How many runs had it been now?

*You seem to have lost count.

                They rub at their eyes, smearing red across one of their puffy cheeks. Frisk's back remains pressed into the door, huddling for warmth among the snow. Staring down the long, winding path towards Snowdin. They lack dust on them, they usually do when leaving the ruins now. Toriel was spared, but left with heart filled with sorrow. The child felt bad leaving them behind like this. She'd tenderly cared for their wounds, fed them, kept them warm. Yet their heart still called out for a home blurred from their memories.

                Down the path was Sans, somewhere ready to once again play out the script. Where Frisk would be allowed to play friends with him. A sick feeling of guilt twisted them as they thought about what they were going to do once they reached Hotlands. Does he remember? Is he expecting it? Will he hurt them again?

*You have to, every variable must be checked.

                They nodded firmly at the reminder. Standing up to begin toddling through the snow. Tiny legs struggling to kick their way through the snow.

@fataliism

Darkness, the black that the Goliath swore was his sentence, after all it was said and done. The memories of what happened haunted him, with fighting in the War, and almost dying by the hands of that Human..only to be discarded like filth through a portal. Was this his Purgatory?

It didn’t seem to last, however, as he suddenly crashed through what seemed to be water and, although it wasn’t deep, it stung against his freshly made wounds, causing him to roar out. He was in agony, barely able to stand on all fours, and trying to scramble out of the water, all while having to deal with burns, cuts, and gashes from the War itself. And with the soft, glowing blue flowers nearby, they seem to repeat and echo his roar, all throughout Waterfall.

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“Oh if that pickles your fancy, have I got something for you.” It would be wise to not question exactly why she kept all of these veggies on her for the sole purpose of making puns, but to be fair she can just grow most of them with magic.