#seedofflowey

               In Asriel’s attempt to go around and out of the castle grounds, he ends up in South City. In his current adult form, he can simply cloak himself and travel by himself. But despite the possibility, he fears that while he ponders to himself, he might end up cancelling his cloaking magic. He also can’t put anyone who encounters them to sleep, as the unusual situation might get reported to the royal guards.

               “Hey…!” I young boy calls from afar. The goat prince looks to where the voice originated from, and notices that he’s the one being referred to. “Over here, quick!” his voice is loud enough to alert anyone, but for some reason he’s being ignored. The young boy had short white hair, and a green shirt with cartoony armor designs. Asriel notices that something’s wrong, but with all other options he could think of are risks, he follows the child.

               After a few zigzags and routes followed, they stop for a moment to breathe in and out. The young boy looks at the side, making sure that the area is clear from the guards. In a moment, Asriel accidentally transforms back into his child form. The child reacts in awe with his hands on his face. “Wow, you can transform!” the goat child immediately puts his hand over the other’s mouth, “Shhh! The guards might hear us!” he looks around in caution. It’s not every day for anyone to see someone transform into a younger version, even more to encounter a goat monster roaming the human city without being scarred for life.

It’s been a while since I last posted a teaser. Don’t worry, guys! I’m not dead, and so is the story.

Guys, I’m not dead yet. I kinda faced some issues and morale deflation with whatever happened since January. Emphasis on that, because of that event, I got caught in a crossfire of senseless drama and betrayal. That aside, I’m still trying to reach up and recover my old energy. So I bring you a half-half short story.

At times, humans and monsters have obvious differences: the food they eat, the culture they have, the quantity of sleep, and so on. But sometimes, they also have something in common. It's not normal for beings to become scarred by events, such as Rance's parents being killed in front of Rance, Chara dying in front of Asriel, and even Frisk's mother dying due to an incurable illness. Everyone holds a scar, and it's not something they could move on.

Flowey on the other hand, suddenly became different. Aside from it supposedly not being able to feel emotions, it felt fear for the first time in its entire being. Not the fear from a local short skeleton brutalizing it with severe shower of bones and beams nor a human genocider, but something even worse. Its nature is as chaotic as the true being of Chara, but never did it feel such negative emotions that could overweigh its discorded judgment.

Flowey gained the power to morph into humans or monsters, but one form it cannot imitate is its other light-hearted half, Asriel himself. When it does that, it morphs into the black inverted version of him, but even so it helped disguise itself. In action to its scarred experience, Dark Asriel visited the monster's psychiatrist: a professional-looking Gazelle.

Surprisingly, the other monster seems to be calm about his patient's form; he doesn't seem to be bothered by the inverted version of the prince of the underground. "Now, child. Please tell me how it all began."

"...Well, it all started when I was watching these couple of stupid humans play a game in their....laptop. They didn't know I was watching, and I didn't know what they were playing-- it was...horrifying... completely. horrifying..." it covered its black soft ears, with black and red eyes tremble. "make it stop.... please, make it stop...." The Gazelle pats his patient's head slowly, assuring that it is safe. "Shhhh... it's okay now. You're here, and you're safe..."

"You don't understand, doctor... it was beyond my comprehension! They were playing a human horror game, involving torturous killings, and--" Dark Asriel was losing breath. Again, the psychiatrist set aside the empathy, but instead of a head rub, he hugged its head like a parent would to comfort their child. "It's okay, now. Just, forget about what you saw there. It might've been PG-18."

Dark Asriel did remember seeing the cover of the game, with the label 'PG-18'. It was something it couldn't get over for a period of time. Despite it living for as long as a thousand years, it cannot bring itself to muster its wicked humor to set aside such fear.

Meanwhile, at Rance's apartment. Dianne was busy brushing her hair in front of the mirror at the second floor, while Giga comes up and looks around. "Dianne. Have you seen Seven? He was supposed to have an appointment with your brother." The rogue did not even bother to look back as she continues to brush her hair. "He's at the closet, crying and hiding." The lion man's eye brow raised a little, wondering why he's hiding. It took him a moment to realize that on the table drawer, is a cartridge of a scary game. It has an illustration of an old house.

"Dianne..." Giga hesitates to ask, while the rogue puts down her brush. "You do know that Seven is not very good with horror games, right?" she continues to wear her bangle to tie her long hair at the back. "Yes." the lion man crossed his arms and continued, "And you two played one of the most scariest games right now?" Dianne finished knotting her hair into a pony tail. "Well, he told me that he could handle it, and boasted that I might get scared. But... after 2 hours of playing, he told me that he will be at the closet for a week."

It was Bianca’s first time seeing the warrior in a serious combat. She couldn’t express how worried and angry she was in words. “You two were just playing around…” Dianne cuts off the silence with her words. There was no immediately response, and instead it broke down into a chuckle for Rance. That chuckle turns to laughter, as he shakes the short skeleton’s shoulder with words, “I told you she would [see through our fight]!” before laughing again. It left the rest in a blank response. Was their fight a joke to begin with?

Sans’ eye holes light up in wake and gives a weak chuckle. “he he. welp, looks like…it.” Undyne stomps the ground, “What the hell was that reaction for?!! Were you two just fooling around?!!!” it didn’t look like a practice duel to anyone to begin with. Alphys agrees with her. “You two c-c-caused a lot of trouble for everyone. I-I was scared that you might have….” Bianca quickly approaches the warrior and slaps his face. “How could you…joke about that?!” Another slap went to his face. “We were worried about both of you!!” All Rance could do is take a beating from her.

“I remember you not being there when we fought.” His words somehow caused them to think about something. In reality, it was like someone loaded their save to have time repeat like that. Normally, a [LOAD] would only have a few people remember it like it was de ja vu, but instead it pulled out a group of humans and monsters. As if time went back without anyone even loading. Sans stands up and dusted off his clothes with his grin. “welp, it’s not a [LOAD] action to begin with.” He looks at Papyrus and said. “hey pap, did you just… [turn back time]?” a curious question that is still leaving others in confusion.

The warrior hasn’t spoken back after his last statement. He must be thinking of several plans in beating him, but that would be arrogant of him, Sans jested. “welp, i'd bet you’d be shocked to know what i have in store.” he punned, as the large skeletal head opens it jaw.

               Instead of a white charge of light, it was yellow. A yellow beam bursts out of it and storms the ground with electric waves throughout the arena grounds. “What…?!” Toriel and Undyne asked at the same time. Papyrus’ Jaw drops from this sudden new attack his brother is doing. The beam chases him while the arena floors became a static floor, which gives a tremendous disadvantage for the warrior with metallic armor attachments. Just by being close to the beam is sending strange sounds that disrupts the warrior’s thought of process. Rance continues to dodge, regardless of not knowing where he should go. He grips his spear, and decides to throw it up high.

               The throw was too strong, and it was aimed at the ceiling. But it looks like the warrior knows what he’s doing. The spear hits the upper surface horizontally, and then bounces into a different angle. It was falling towards the short skeleton in coincidence. Sans warps away, while the spear drops dead toward the skeletal head. Sans hadn’t forgot that the floor is charged with electricity, but his shoes were rubber. “you have no weapon anymo—“ he didn’t notice that the warrior was missing. He looks around, and finally sees him on mid-air.