You shouldn’t be here. You could feel that clearly as you wandered through the familiar building that Asgore called home, even after everyone else left it. It feels dead, like a memory you cling to in an attempt to hold onto a past which is no longer, until the only thing left is an empty hollow feeling. This memory feels of mourning of mistakes that people aren’t quite ready to say goodbye too yet, and of apologies that never got the chance to be heard. This is a sad place, and you shouldn’t be here

and yet here you are.

You float above a bed that used to belong to Asriel and hum an old tune he taught you to play on the piano as you let yourself mourn for the first time in ages. It feels strange to mourn for yourself as your brother, knowing that you both are long dead and yet it seems so fresh in this place. Almost like a knife just cutting the wound back open again. You didn’t think anyone else would be coming (Why would anyone come here anyway?) but when the unmistakable sound of your mother’s footsteps down the hall, you somehow felt she would be the last person to come.

You hold your breathe on instinct despite the fact you don’t really breath anymore and creep towards the door. You just want to look. You want to see her one more time. You’d love to start up a talk, say anything, but you won’t lie and say you’re sure she can see you.

Pursued by witch hunters, Alice ran as fast as possible. Outnumbered and as well fro them being equipped themselves with various of weapons against witches, she had no other choice. 

While it seemed to last for eternity, she eventually reached to a large clearing. What struck her the most, was this large mansion in the distance. However there was no time to examine the area as she was still being pursued. 

   ‘ i won’t forget. you’ll always be here in my heart. ‘ 

       @gcrdenae​  whispered  a  line ;                  ❛  may i borrow this for a short while ? i promise i’ll return it ! ❜ Little Frisk seemed to be carrying one of San's hoodies, and they seem to be wearing one of Papyrus' scarves around their neck as well. Seems like they were playing dress up. ( Hello ! Nice to meet you, I hope this is okay )  /  ( The flowers dance in Paradise. )

     SANS  had  to  admit,  the  kid  was  pretty  cute.  the  match  of  both  clothing  items  from  himself   &&  his  own  brother  was  something  of  a  sight,  that  was  for  sure.  it  put  a  small  smile  on  the  skeleton’s  face  &&  he  didn’t  bother  to  hide  it.  they  looked  drowned  in  the cloth  &&  he  snickered  at  the  way  some  of  it  dragged  behind  them,  leaving  little  trails  on  the  ground. 

           ❛   well.  seems’ta  me  like  ‘ya  don’t  need  permission, ❜   he  teased  in  good  jest.  not  like  he  minded.  it  was  certainly  getting  better  use  on  the  human  rather  than  himself.     ❛  if  paps  was  good  with  it  ( ‘n  i  think  he  would  be ),  then  i  guess  i  can  make  an  exception  for  ‘ya.  ❜

    he  simply  leaned  over  to tuck  some  of  the  extra  fabric in,  to  keep  them  from  tripping  too  much. 

"Where are you taking me—" Before Flowey could finish his sentence, he found himself surrounded by candy all over, and he glanced about all of it in confusion. ... Oh. So that's what Frisk wanted to show him.

"... You wanna share with me?" He didn't even know why he was surprised; Frisk was the type to do something like this, but it was hard to shake off the genuine confusion, even this long after he'd been taken up onto the surface. "You know I could take all of it, right?" He grinned, a weak facsimile of malice in his expression. "And then you won't have any to yourself! What then, huh? You'd be the loser in this exchange!" He cackled, but it didn't take long before it petered off.

None of his intimidation tactics worked on them any longer, after all.

The pinkette’s frowns at the question, “I’ve been super bored, I barely get business in the summer so I’ve been spending my time building a new house.”