#spellunknown

*This can’t be right! The muscles can’t be dead!

*There must be a glitch in the system!

*My wing is just broken! This can’t be permanent!

Though Berdly’s words rang out in the empty hospital room, he was running short of breath. With each complaint, he took a quick inhale. His feathers glistened with sweat and were disheveled from the persistent agitation. He shivered with every panicked step as he paced around the room, nearly slipping on the smooth floor a couple of times.

The doctor had found something very peculiar with his right wing, and they needed the day to examine what they found. As far as the bluebird was concerned, his arm shut down without any explanation, and it was that uncertainty coupled with his inability to do much else that left him in such a state. Berdly halted and let out a frustrated cry as he frantically ran his fingers through his crest, his talons tapping on the floor to compensate. *The project, the homework, my job, I-I have a schedule to maintain!

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After a millennium of waiting, the monsters were freed.

When the barrier was destroyed, denizens of the Underground didn't leave all at once. Families poured out in small waves: first, the citizens of the Capital. Then Hotland. Waterfall. Snowdin. Finally, the Ruins. All grateful for the mercy a single human showed them. Monsterkind did what was once thought impossible: reach the surface. In peace. At last.

Bright smiles on the monsters faces greeted the King. Seeing the children run and play in the crisp grass and the rolling breeze filled his heart with a joy he thought could never be. As the day slowly slipped into the evening, two young women -- children of his long-fallen reindeer friend -- took their first steps into the outer world, the glow of the twilit sky enveloping them.

If only he could see the looks on his precious daughters’ faces seeing the sky for the first time... if only he could to see the sky, just once...

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((Hello there, local angst fiend! Here, have Rudy's bad ending. ;-; ))

As much as Rudy tried to shield his daughter from his worsening condition, it had reached the point that he couldn't hide it any longer.

The man’s face was gaunt, eyes wearied. Even his fur looked paler. His mind was still sharp, despite the words coming out laboriously. The strange, alien illness he had... it didn't cause pain so much as it instead depleted his strength. Coughing fits came more frequently. Even the simplest task of lifting a fork, made his hand tremble.

Normally, he'd kept a smile. Though it was wearier than it had been a few months ago, Noelle’s presence always managed to tug at the corners of his lips. Today was not one of those days. The doctors had broke the news to Carol and Noelle. They said that, at the rate Rudolph was deteriorating, he will fall down in a matter of days.

Noelle held her father’s hand. His eyes slowly opened as he mustered a quivering squeeze in response. "I’m not ready to lose you yet." There was something about hearing Noelle say those words that stabbed his heart.

Reality. It was setting in. He was going to leave his daughter behind. And there was nothing else anybody can do about it.

@spellunknown​ sent: ‘   ❝ "You... you sold me that ring." Noelle looked at the salesman, a frown forming on her face as she recognized his voice from the earlier encounter with him in the dumper. "Why? Di-did you want me to... to keep hurting the people in Cyber City?" ( from the inbox call! pardon me taking so long to send you something lol. leaving the context somewhat open to interpretation, you can do whatever you like with this. )  ❞ ‘

⇨ Well, isn’t this unexpected! Caught in convo with the hochie mama before he could reach the armor quite yet? What his alternate voice says at first is uttered so quickly it might as well be distorted beyond audible recognition.  “ * [ The following statements are off the record / satire and parody / not quotable as testimony. ]  HAEHAEaHEAHE!!   SO SHE REMEMBERS THE [ little guy ] ? I’M sO [ You flatterer you~... ]! ” 

However, the sheer heartache under that following question makes his otherwise stiff and plastic features furrow their brow a moment, but he turns his gaze away from them ( and any guilt he’d find in her eyes ), placing his small, white hands in his-- undoubtedly hole worn-- black suit slacks.