#floweyposession

☆𝐷𝑎𝑦 1: 𝐹𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡

@fransweek

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The snow was sinking under his shoes with every step he took. Without any particular fixed direction, I walked alone accompanied by the breeze of the wind and the sempitous whitish flakes that fell from the sky. Everything was the same, nothing but her and the psychotic plant lived in that universe, where both kept a repetitive loop that consisted of facing each other until there was a winner. However, since the last fight, from which not so much sa emerged, he never saw flowey again, nor did he see... He denied. I really didn't know what to guess about it.

Should he give up his hopes?

All inquiring thought died before it was allowed to give a comforting response, and this was due to the familiar voice that was present. It took her a while to realize that at some point she had abandoned her path, only to remain planted ina place, drowning in pernicious memories, unaware that the voice she heard was all a product of her imagination.

── ¿Sans?

Her sight wandered through the forest, where the shadows cast by the trees around her gave a gloomy and sinister appearance to the road, but she was so accustomed to it that it did not even make her nervous. However, little by little, a memory was built in his memory. At a slow and painful speed, the image appeared in her head and, within a few blank seconds, something struck her brutally.

Then, it happens...

Suddenly, she found herself trapped in her last image of sans four years ago. The one in which hundreds of roots came out of the pentagram in which it was trapped until it engulfed it alive underground. She knew, she knew he was dead, but denial helped her keep her sanity steady and keep silent the desperate screams of those who were once her friends, preventing them from coming forward with the intention of upsetting her head.

She was furious and desperate. Anguish, anger, frustration. Everything swirled inside his body at full speed and he could do nothing but wonder over and over again what, in hell, he did to deserve this... That they did to deserve that cruel fate.

Loneliness for so long... Everything was taking its toll on her at the time and was overwhelming her. I suffered. Tears of raw pain poured into his eyes, but he blinked several times to drive them away. I wasn't going to cry. I couldn't cry. If flowey found out how vulnerable he was, he would use it against him. He could psychologically abuse her, so he wouldn't allow it.

She had to remain determined.

Spanish:

Sp: Como notarán, me gusta hacer mini comics. Tal vez algún día me atreva a hacer uno más largo ❤️

I'm sorry because I'm not good at drawing... I have a gift for you! I loves your art very much! (Sorry for my bad English!)

J-Sirius: Oh god!!!!!It came out beautiful! I love it very, very much ❤️💕❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕💕❤️