fallen souls.

((sideblog to frcshblood. penned by Michael. non-selective human souls blog from Undertale.

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“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” Jack asked softly. It was a horrible question to ask, but it was out of his mouth before he could stop. A horrible fate. It was starting to seem like everyone met with a horrible fate eventually...

“No, no - it’s not so bad.” Cyrene stated simply, a confident look crossing her face. Because...well, it wasn’t.

Nothing was so bad as where she’d come from.

“Why? Does it look like I have?”

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“You’ve met with a terrible fate. Haven’t you?” The person who asked stayed in the shadows. His face intentionally hidden from view. He paused a moment longer in the middle of the question. As if a pause where others would have only continued speaking. And the way he asked it.... not as if he were sad, or concerned, or even happy about it. Rather... just that it was a fact which he was using to mock the other.

Oh, Michael wasn’t stupid. He could tell when he was being mocked, and even now, he wasn’t going to stand for it.

“You keep that up and you’ll meet with an even worse one.”

Dick.

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…maybe. Two at a time.

Hopefully.

“I hope you’re right…” He murmured softly, shoving his hands further in his pockets. Maybe there was some way around this? Or something like that…

…there had to be, right?

“…I have a family back home to take care of. Siblings. My dad left a few years ago and never came back…I’m all they have.”

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A family to get back to. Because the adult left and never came back. That’s too bad because Michael was never going home. 

“They’ll get by for a little while. Humans are resilient.”

They had to be. For all that they did to one another. To other creatures. They had to be strong or else they would shatter into Dust before they were old enough to speak. And those nasty things they called Souls. Without strength they would never hold all the Love they carried around.

“Your family will be ok. Don’t worry Mike.”

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"Resilient, sure. Self sufficient? Hardly." He sighed, wringing his fingers together. The more he thought about it, the more concerned he grew. He and Lucifer were the eldest - everyone else was 12 and younger. "...but, I hope you're right. They're all a bit rough around the edges, but...they're good people."

He chewed his lip, briefly, before returning his hands to his pockets. Panicking would do no one any good. For now, he'd have to focus on the task at hand - finding his brother. "...I hope you're right. But, no matter what's going on on the surface, just standing here isn't going to help me find my brother. I should keep moving."

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Damn it, this is legitimately my new favourite Steven Universe song. I can’t even bring myself to edit it. It’s all just so powerful.

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Well, he definitely wasn’t wrong about it being pretty. Even where she’d fell amongst the garbage earlier, she couldn’t help but admire the scenery. It was dark and wet, but there’d been some beautiful golden flowers, and the stone walls had appeared to be the most beautiful shade of purple… “You’re right. I’ll probably paint this place for days when I get home.”

And then, he took her hand and she found herself smiling at him again, giving his hand a soft squeeze. What she hoped to be reassuring.

“I think we should keep walking this way. I tried the other way earlier and found myself at a dead end - but I think we’ll have to be careful. I’ve been hearing about this Undyne person…”

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Dyns let go of Cyrene’s hand so that he could talk while they walked. He wanted to ask more about the painting. He didn’t know any artists. At least not anyone who painted. There had been a boy at school who did some drawings in the margins of his work but he got in trouble a lot. He wasn’t nice like Cy.

[U-N-D-I-E-N? I’ve not heard of them. Do they sound mean?]

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"They sound...scary." She muttered, returning her gaze to him as they walked. Easier to converse that way. "I mean, I'm sure they're only doing it because they think they're right, but they seem really passionate about...well, getting our souls. I wouldn't say 'mean', though."

She adjusted her backpack straps, but then smiled at him, as reassuring as she could. "Don't worry, though. If we keep moving, maybe they won't even find us."

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…seriously? There was no way out?

Michael’s expression fell half an inch as the brunette explained the situation, disappointment and hopelessness tinging his eyes. That was really no good…his family needed him.

Even if they acted like they didn’t, he *was* the oldest. He’d always chalked the bratty behaviour up to rebellious teen years.

“…that’s not too bad,” he muttered softly, deciding that showing a little optimism couldn’t hurt. Besides, they were right - they did have three. “How often do humans fall down here? Maybe we’ll be lucky-”

Hopefully, anyway.

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How often? Long enough that they would have to find a way to store Michael’s and Lucifer’s SOULs unless a monster absorbed them right away. But not so long. Not so, so long. 

“Not very long. And maybe they’ll fall like you and your brother, and we’ll have all the SOULs we need before long at all. Two at a time.”

Mike looked upset. Too bad. Did he… actually want to go back to the surface that badly? The humans were… not good.

“You want to go back to the other humans that badly?”

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...maybe. Two at a time.

Hopefully.

"I hope you're right..." He murmured softly, shoving his hands further in his pockets. Maybe there was some way around this? Or something like that...

...there had to be, right?

"...I have a family back home to take care of. Siblings. My dad left a few years ago and never came back...I'm all they have."

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Devlin dreams about his future. His idea future has him following in his father's footsteps - a rich pro boxer with tons of fans. Signing autographs. Stuff like that.

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(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure ~For Michael

Horror movies and video games. This huge nerd, despite the near panic attacks from actually meeting real monsters, is a huge fan of the horror genre and honestly isn't easily scared of games like Outlast, Silent Hill or even Five Nights at Freddy's. Not even a jump.

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Cyrene likes current pop music. She likes to sing and dance while doing chore type things; hums while she draws or paints. Her favourite song right now is Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon.

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† = How the character feels about murder ~For Mykie

Uncomfortable, for lack of a better term. They can play video games and they aren't against, you know, killing enemies in those. But in real life, they couldn't hurt a fly. They're a very gentle individual, and they try very hard to be so.