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Bloomtale

Chapter 18 – The Seeing Eye flower

It was cold.

Was she dead? Is that how death felt like? Dark… lonely. And cold. Would make sense, would match some books she had read… at the time she had been alive. Because she was definitely dead, right?

She only had memories of darkness… and of a certain conversation with a certain flower. The feeling of his vines around her neck. He said that it would all end if she gave up. And she did. Of course she did. What else could she do? When you’re completely blind, in a dangerous world… what else can you do?

No one to help, nothing to do. It was the only option left, wasn’t it?

…

Flowey said… he would revive her. And then, he would do horrible things to her again. But that was okay, she was… used to it. Kind of.

…

Well, maybe she DIDN’T want him to do that. But at least she would have her eyes again, and it would be better, right?

In fact… maybe he already revived her. Athela was still in a limbo-state, not really wanting to open her eyes… but she had to. She needed to find out if the plan had worked. She slowly started feeling the world around her. She took a grip on her shirt, feeling a shiver going down her spine. Open your eyes, Athela…

And so she did.

But it was still dark.

“Wha…?” The poor, confused skeleton made a muddled noise, not really knowing what was going on. Where was she? Was she still…? Yes, she was still alive, of course she was. The usual growing headache made sure of making her remember how good it was to feel alive.

Sarcasm intended at the moment.

She couldn’t see a thing… and it was still cold. That could only mean one thing.

“Huh. You little liar,” it was not long until a familiar voice made her squeak in distress. Of course, he was there too. He always was. “You said you gave up, didn’t you?” “…” Athela stood silent, not really knowing what to say. She didn’t understand. She really did; she had no hope of survival, she knew there was nothing to do. So… of course she gave up. “Hey, did you lose your voice too? Because if you haven’t, you better answer.” Now the flower sounded annoyed. Athela couldn’t quite put her finger on where he was at the moment… her echolocation wasn’t the best. Maybe it would improve with time. “Y-yes, I… I gave up. I don’t… I don’t understand…” She managed to mutter. She didn’t want to be there anymore. Why was she still there, then? “Hmm…” Flowey groaned, and then there were a few seconds of pure silence. Athela soon started feeling the freezing sensation of the bitter Snowdin cold. But she was near the save point, which provided a cozy, warming light. Light she couldn’t even see. However, she still felt the warmth, so she was fine. “Maybe it didn’t work because you didn’t feel it enough…” he continued after the pause. “I… I don’t know…” She just didn’t know anything. And it was so tiring…

“I know! We could try again!”

Oh no.

No, no, not again.

“W-wait, I…” Athela blabbered, not wanting to feel another death but too unsure to really formulate a proper complain.

“Oh, don’t be such a crybaby. You just have to wish you were dead even harder! Then it’ll work!” The vines again. The vines going up her body again. No, no, what a horrible feeling, get them off, get them off!! She tried wriggling, but to no avail. Flowey had her firmly gripped. “Come on, concentrate on the thought.” “I…” “No one will help you. No one will save you. And you can’t continue on your own,” he kindly reminded her of her doom-ish situation. She felt another shiver… and she also felt like crying, but no tears were coming out. It sucked.

Oops, bad word.

…

Oh, who cared anymore?

“Ready?” She heard a soft giggle. Of course the little psycho enjoyed the situation. He was surely eager to get his powers back, wasn’t he?

Even though Athela didn’t really get it… how did that work? Flowey also had resetting powers? Or at least he had them before she came? But he seemed fine… as in, no flowers on his… oh wait, he WAS a flower. Maybe that was a bit insensitive. Like, could a flower grow flowers on his body?

…

Or maybe he turned into a flower when he had too many flowers??

Oh, oh no, that sounded really creepy and terrifying. Athela didn’t want to become a psycho flower. Jeeze, what a nightmare.

…

But no, that sounded totally wrong. That surely was not how it worked. Surely…

“I asked if you’re ready. Jeeze, I’m trying to help here, at least answer me, you skeleton!” “Oh! S-sorry, I… I was…” Athela felt guilty for being silent for so long. She sometimes wandered off in her thoughts for too long. And she was sorry, even though she shouldn’t be because Flowey was a horrible person and he didn’t deserve her apologies. “It… it doesn’t matter.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Oh, he sounded impatient for once. Athela spent her last seconds thinking about that, before she felt again her bones snapping.

At least it was a quick death, she thought as she felt her whole body turning into dust.

“…”

Dark.

Ice-cold.

No, it didn’t work. She was still there.

“Why? It SHOULD work! It worked with the others!” Athela was surprised when she heard annoyed hissing. Was Flowey angry?

Wait, what others?

“F-Flowey…” She started muttering, but she stopped when she felt the headache again. Oh, it hurt… was it, by any chance, getting more painful? Or maybe it was just her being too tired?

“Again! Let’s try again!” He was almost yelling. Why was he so angry? He sounded impatient, too…

Athela would’ve thought more about it, but the feeling of something piercing her skull stopped her train of thought. It had been too quick to even scream.

It all went black… and it was painful…

Until she felt alive again. Alive and blind. And cold.

“No! Why??” An angry voice. “Are you sure you’re wishing it enough??” “Y-yes!!” She quickly replied back. Between deaths and timelines, she was too confused to locate herself at the moment… they were… still at Snowdin… right?

Ow, the headache…

While the pain was still up, Athela felt a vine around her arm. That was… unexpected, and definitely not welcome. She couldn’t deal with so many emotions at once… she just died twice in less than two minutes… please, a break…

…

Of course not.

“Maybe you’re too useless to even lose grip of your determination.” Flowey hissed right next to her. She shivered, completely terrified. “Or perhaps I have to do it slowly. There are too many options here.” “P-please, stop… it’s not… it’s not working.” She said, feeling like crying once more. Luckily, the headache was going away, so she had some time to recover. “It HAS to work. I know this has worked before, so it should work with YOU too.” He did sound angry. Athela could only imagine that he was nervous because his plans weren’t working that well. “What are you talking about? What others?” Athela wanted to know. Did Flowey know for sure it would work? Did he kill more people? Or heard about this happening before? But if it had worked for others… why wasn’t it working for her? Maybe Flowey was wrong… “…” Flowey went silent.

And then, with no warning whatsoever, another bullet pierced her head.

“Nope. It doesn’t work,” now Flowey’s voice sounded casual. Uninterested. Tired, even. Athela hissed, annoyed because that last death hadn’t really been necessary. “Didn’t we know that already?” She groaned, sort of angry. “You didn’t have to do… owwwww…” Damn headache.

Another bad word. Oh, well.

“Hee hee… sorry, but I just couldn’t resist.” He said, gleefully. Athela didn’t hear anything else while she held her skull, in pain. But when it calmed down and she tried to stand still, the flower continued. “Well. Looks like you’re stuck here for some reason.” “You don’t say…” The skeleton groaned again. She didn’t like how things were going. “That sounds more like the Athela I know. Sassy and dumb,” another giggle. That flower really got on her nerves sometimes, but… calm down, Athela. No need to say something truly dumb and cause yet another death. Breathe… “…” Breathing complete. “So… what now?” She said, really lost. “Well, you only have two options left. Staying here to die, or keep going… to die.” “…” Athela fell silent again. The situation was awful to say the least. “I… I think I’ll stay here,” she said after some thinking time. Of course, the answer didn’t please Flowey. “That’s boring,” he groaned. “I’ll stay alive longer if I do that,” the skelly sat on the floor and shrugged. She didn’t really care anymore. “Unless I kill you right here right now,” Flowey hissed. The threat kinda worked… but not completely. “Well, then we’ll be stuck in an endless loop of resets. You’ll get bored of that too.” It was a bluff for the most part. Dying wasn’t peaceful, of course, but she didn’t have anything to lose by dying. She didn’t have anything to gain by continuing.

…

Silence.

Silence made Athela nervous. She didn’t know what was happening, she couldn’t see a thing. Did Flowey leave? Was he still there? Both options were bad, actually. She didn’t want to be alone… and she didn’t want Flowey to be there. What a conundrum.

After what felt like an eternity for Athela, Flowey spoke again, and she felt at ease. More or less.

“Look. Games are boring if you don’t play them,” he started. “Exactly. I can’t play. I’m blind, remember?” She said, pointing at the flowers in her eyes. She didn’t even know if there were more… she touched the area, softly. Apparently there weren’t any more flowers outside. Or at least, not more than she could remember. “Stop being so sassy,” the flower hissed again. He did sound irritated. Surely it was because Athela could not play his ‘game’ anymore. “So you’re saying you need someone to guide you? A charming fellow who would sacrifice their valuable time just to help a stranger? Get real, that won’t happen.” He… was right. No one would ever come to help. No one ever did. The only person who had ever given her a helping hand was Toriel, and… well, Napstablook too. But no one else. Her phone buddy could help… if she was even able to see the buttons on her phone. She couldn’t call anyone like that. She wasn’t sure she could even take a call like that.

What could she even do…?

…

Athela just hugged her knees, too blocked to continue. Her mind was blank, too. She just focused on the silence, since there was nothing else she could do. Just… listening. To silence. Truly an amazing thing to do. Also freeze her butt. But that was less pleasing. … It was boring. But boredom was better than death.

… Apparently not for Flowey.

“Okay, okay!!” He yelled, startling the poor skeleton, who wasn’t expecting that. She shook her head and listened, trying to look in the flower’s direction. “I can’t believe I’m doing this… ugh, I hate you.” “What…?” Athela was lost. What was he talking about? “Get up, come on,” he ordered, his voice sounding REALLY annoyed. So upset, that Athela took a second to react. “W-wait, what are you saying? Why are you…?” She started talking, but immediately shut up when she felt vines around her waist. Not again…!

The vines lifted her up… and…

Put her on the floor?

Athela’s legs bent and she almost fell on her butt, but the vines gripped her firmly, lifted her again and gave a little painful squeeze. She shrieked at the sudden sting, and heard a growl coming from below.

“I told you to get up! Come on, stand still. Don’t make this more difficult for us than it already is!” He said, still as annoyed as before. Athela didn’t really get it, but she did as she was told. Still as a stick, her feet were placed on the floor… “Yes, good. Legs still, up you go. It wasn’t so difficult, was it?” “What are you doing?” Athela asked, legitimately confused. She didn’t want to walk to her death again… “What do you think I’m doing? Snowdin Town isn’t really THAT far away from here, so… I will… ugh… help you,” it sounded as if he were actually repulsed by that idea, so… that meant… he was serious? The skeleton took a few seconds to fully get what that meant. It was so… bizarre and unexpected, indeed. “Wait, really??” She couldn’t believe it. No, she didn’t trust him. He wouldn’t really help, would he? Or was he that desperate to keep his game going? “Shut up,” she heard him hissing. “Once you get to the town, you’ll get your own seeing eye dog. And then the game will continue! But for now, if I want you to move your useless ass, I guess I’ll have to do something. We’re at an impasse.” “So… you’re going to help me,” Athela sounded skeptical, naturally. “Look. I want this game to get going. And you want to see… oh, sorry. You want to meet your mom again, don’t you?” He didn’t sound truly apologetic, but snarky… however, Athela didn’t care.

She had forgotten about her mom.

How could she do that? It was the only reason –well, if she didn’t count Flowey– of why she wanted to get out of that mountain in the first place. Why she abandoned Toriel at the Ruins. She was what kept her going altogether. Her smile… would she ever see it again? She truly was a horrible child. She had been so worried about herself, she didn’t even think about how worried her mother should be. Athela had been away from home for days now. She had to… go back, find her. Tell her everything would be fine.

Athela needed to keep going. “Ouch,” the skeleton quickly brought her hands to her temples as soon as she felt a pressing pain on the back of her skull. “Wow. Rude. Ignoring my words and saving all of a sudden,” Flowey hissed at her again. “N-no, no, I… I’m sorry, I just… didn’t expect you to…” “To help? Well, I don’t see any other options right now. So just stand still, follow my directions, and remember them well. Because I will only say them once. Understood?” Wow.

Flowey sure was bossy when he wanted to be.

But of course, Athela was not going to complain. She was… still cynical, but Flowey liked their game too much to just leave her stranded in the middle of the woods apparently.

However…

“And what about later on?” She asked. “What?” “I mean… I’ll still be blind when we get to the town. I can’t really play like this…” She stated, worried. Of course, Flowey would not help her forever… it would defeat the point of the game. “Oh, don’t worry. I know of someone that can help you.” Flowey sounded… happy. Suddenly, Athela didn’t trust this anymore. “You just have to play the right cards.” “Cards?” “… It was an expression, you numbskull.” The flower groaned. “You really are an idiot.” Athela felt insulted. But she was already used to it, so she just let it go. She was more worried to what was coming up next. How would Flowey exactly help…?

“Okay, that’s enough talking, let’s get to it!” Yes, that was the signal. But… but! “Wait!” She interrupted him. That annoyed him, of course. “What now?” He groaned for at least the tenth time on that timeline. “Can you tell me what ‘others’ you were talking about before? Did you kill more people like me before?” She asked. Flowey was being really talkative, so maybe he would answer… … “Heh. No. No one like you.”

Wow, that sounded more sinister than Athela had expected it to sound like. “Oh.” She muttered. “But… then how…?” “Do you want me to help you, or do you want me to tell you this? Because I’ll only do one thing.” Flowey surely was impatient. Jeeze. “O-okay, help me here.” Athela would have to stick with the helping plan for now. But Flowey did like talking, so maybe he would tell her later. “Please.” He suddenly said, throwing her off bait. “What?” “Say ‘please’. It’s the least you can do when you ask someone for help, don’t you think?” Oh.

Oh you dang flower. You’re surely getting your fun out if this too, aren’t you? Great, now Athela was bitter. She heard giggling. Her face should’ve shown her annoyance.

…

“Okay… can you please help me here?” Yes, she said it. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be, to ask her killer to please help her. But it was still hard. Never again. Hm. Random thought.

Flowey killed her several times. Did that make him a serial killer? Hmm… but that meant he killed lots of people. Which wasn’t out of the question, but… referring only to herself… maybe instead of a serial killer, he was a several killer. Did that word exist? If not, she would invent it right now. “Very well~” Flowey seemed pleased. He went back to his bossy self. “As I said, I will only say each direction once. So pay attention and… try to remember them~” Oh well. That was going to be difficult, right? Athela took a deep breath before nodding. She felt nervous… and she couldn’t even glow her eyes to feel better. Could things get any worse?

Maybe.

“Okay. I placed you in the right direction, so… walk straight until I tell you to stop.” Flowey started with his directions. Athela lifted one foot… and then retreated it. She was trembling. She did NOT trust that flower. “…” The skeleton took another deep breath. She could do it. Come on. She would just walk really slowly… “Come on, we don’t have the whole day!” “Y-yes, I’m moving!” Sluggishly, she lifted her foot again, and this time she took one step. And then she took another. Slowly but steadily, she kept walking. The snow cracked under her feet. Athela could be walking to her doom again, but… she had no choice but to trust whatever that flower was saying.

She walked until her shoulder brushed against something… spiky. Startled, she jumped aside, causing Flowey to giggle.

“That’s just a tree, you silly~” Flowey seemed amused. Athela touched the twigs, wanting to make sure of it. Indeed, it was just a tree. But she didn’t have much time to admire the feeling of touching it, for Flowey rushed her again. “Now turn right. Come on, quick!” It was as if he knew she wanted to be careful with her steps and just tried to rush her for fun. She knew more or less where she was, though, so she could afford to walk a bit faster.

She walked forward, and her right foot brushed on what felt like a rock. Thank God she didn’t trip on it, she thought as she kept walking. And just how long would she have to keep…?

“Oof!” Poor Athela yapped in pain when she stumbled upon something hard and spiky. Another tree, surely. Flowey cackled openly when that happened, and it only made her feel worse about her clumsiness. What happened about being careful? The tree was also covered in snow… that was really, really cold… and she hated it so much. Now she was also feeling cold. Ghh. “Priceless,” Flowey giggled. Athela frowned. “Okay, keep going, just avoid the tree. Keep going.” She did so. Her feet soon stumbled across something soft and… cold. Ah, the snow map. Yes, there it was. Okay… she more or less had a mental image of the area, and that was good. “Now… I turn left, right?” She asked, uncertain. That got her a mocking sentence from the evil flower. “Very good! Golden star for you! At least you remember the area where you were a few hours ago!” So sarcastic, Athela felt bad for herself. But she couldn’t say anything… at least he was helping. Or so she hoped. She turned left. Walking, she noticed after a while how the floor changed. It sounded like wood… yes, that was the bridge she had crossed before. Very well. Whispering encouraging words to herself, she kept going. And kept going. … Wasn’t Flowey supposed to give directions…? She kept on walking. He would tell her when to turn, like he did before, right? …

Well, he wasn’t saying anything.

The skeleton stopped. She didn’t trust this. “What are you doing? Don’t stop.” There he was. Okay, so he WAS doing something… Athela slowly started walking again. “… Ah!!” And then her feet didn’t find any ground to hold onto. Athela jerked her body backwards, trying to stay there and alive, but… she could not.

She fell to her doom.

“Wow. Your skull surely weighs a lot. You fell like a rock!” “…” “I thought you KNEW where you were. What an idiot. That’s what I get for trusting your sense of direction, I guess.” “… I hate you.” Athela hissed as she held her head again, bracing for the headache that was about to come. Ah, there it was. The sudden blast of pain was way stronger than before. It caught her off guard. Athela couldn’t stand still, she fell on her knees as she tried to suppress a yell. “Wow,” Flowey sounded amazed. “It looks like it hurts a lot.” “Why did I trust you…?” Athela was talking more to herself than she was talking to the flower. “Oh, come on, I thought you would turn right.” He snickered. “You could’ve warned me.” She hissed again. “I couldn’t help it~ oh, but… technically, I just told you to keep going. I never told you that you should continue FORWARD.” “… I hate you.” Athela repeated it. It was the second time she openly confessed her true feelings, and Flowey sounded flattered. “You’ll make me blush, stop it.” He laughed for a short time, and then continued talking, with his sassy voice back. “Okay, I’ll be good this time. You better remember what I told you, because I won’t repeat myself! I’ll wait for you at the bridge~” Athela heard some muffled sound, like digging, and then silence came back. Seems like she was on her own again. Oh well. It was a good thing that she remembered the way.

And of course, she would use the things she found on the way there to guide herself. The tree… the rock… the… ouch. The other tree. Yes, she managed to stumble upon it AGAIN. And she had snow all over herself again. Yay! So cold… Sigh. The soft snow… and now turning left… the bridge. She walked forward for a bit, and then Flowey’s voice greeted her. “Very good! You didn’t die on your way here! I am amazed~” He said. Athela felt, surprisingly, a little bit better when she heard that. True, it was mostly mockery, but maybe he felt truly amazed, and in that case it would be flattery. She was a bit desperate for encouragement, it seems.

“… Now what?” Athela didn’t trust him anymore, so she would go really slowly this time. For real. She wished she had a stick or something to test the ground with… “Now walk a bit further… just a bit,” he told her. “Yes… okay, stop. Now, turn right.” “Oka… a… atchew!” The skeleton felt her bones rattling as she made that strange noise again. She shivered. The image of her mother doing something similar once came to her mind… however, her mother did a much louder noise, so… maybe it was not the same. “Don’t get sick on me. Surely a simple cold could kill you. It would be fun to see, but then we would be stuck on the same death loop and I’m not up to it…” Flowey was getting impatient, apparently, since he had decided to start pushing Athela forward with one of his vines. “W-wait! The puzzle!” Athela yelled, trying to get him to stop. There were spikes, if he kept pushing her on that direction… “Shut it. I already solved it, since you were taking so long to get here. It was easy enough anyway.” “Y… you did?”

Wow. She didn’t expect that. That was… actually nice. Indeed, the spikes weren’t there. “What? I was bored. And wasn’t I helping you? I’m your best friend, after all~” He sounded… uncomfortable. Not as naturally giggly as before. Athela wondered why. “Well, th-” “Don’t thank me,” the flower interrupted her. “I left the next puzzle just for you anyway. So go and enjoy it, okay~?”

Ugh. Athela wasn’t up to the challenge… she was feeling too cold, her flowers were complaining and sending shivers all across her body. It hurt… but what else could she do? She sighed and stumbled blindly once Flowey let her go. Her feet found some solid surface and Athela heard a ‘click’. The switch. And the hardened snow, right in front of her. She touched it, and immediately regretted it. “M-maybe I should head back and save…?” The impulse of saving all progress was strong. Of course, Flowey didn’t agree with her methods. “No. You do this puzzle and keep going.” “But I’m cold, and…” And that meant death. “See if I care,” he interrupted her rudely. “Come on, just solve it. I’ll even help you solve it; go to the snow that’s to your right and walk straight four steps. Come on.” Sighing, Athela did as Flowey said. From that moment on, it was all a series of confusing directions that the young lady had problems with. Up, right… then up… left? No, Athela, you screwed up. Go back and press the button. The puzzle restarts. Now go back to the same spot and walk again. Trial and error, trial and error. And also some intended misdirection on Flowey’s behalf. You know, just for the funsies. Athela was almost frozen up by the time she went to the button and pressed it for the final go. Finally, the puzzle was solved. “L-let me go back… I’m freezing, literally…” Athela begged. She felt her teeth clattering, and her head was hurting way too much. She spent a long time solving that puzzle, after all. The wind was getting wilder, too. If she didn’t get to the save point soon… “Don’t worry about minor details. There should be a save point not much further ahead… I think,” Flowey seemed unsure for once. “You think?” Athela wanted to cry again. “Well, it’s not like I can see them anymore!” Flowey tried to excuse himself. “Since a certain someone stole my powers, now I can’t see them.” Oh.

So it was exactly as she thought. No one could see the save points but her. Also, no one could use the save points but her. Seemed logical. It felt good to have some verification.

Flowey kept talking. “Anyway, just continue. It shouldn’t be far, now. Not like it would be useful for you, hehe.” Athela had to agree. She wasn’t really confident about going back on her own… It was really scary to walk blindly, and she didn’t trust her sense of direction to go backwards. Also, just like Flowey said, last time she tried it, she just died on the way back. She stepped into the next room.

“I’ve never been here before… how is it like?” She asked, hoping for an answer. “Plain. Boring. Empty. Keep walking straight. It’s a loong~ road.” After that brief explanation of the room, Flowey just… stopped talking. Athela assumed he just went on ahead. She felt kind of… lonely. So she tried to rush on forward. Of course, she wasn’t careless. She placed her feet carefully on the floor in front of her, always alert, just in case he decided to trick her again. But it was not the case. Sadly, her legs were barely responding by the time she got to the next room. Athela managed to hear some dog whining before her legs failed. She fell on the floor, head first, with a weak scream. “Wow, already?” Flowey’s voice greeted her, startling her. “Well, see you on the other side, I guess… I hope you’re faster this time.” Athela let out a weak laugh as she felt her bones going numb…

It was funny how it was always dark.

Athela let out a sour laugh as she hugged her bony legs, sitting down on the cold floor. Refusing to move. “Come on, you were so close this time,” Flowey had been trying to make her get up for a while now. Since she refused to move again. It had been two more deaths since she first died at that new room. The room she didn’t even manage to see for obvious reasons. The following time she tried to go back at the save point after solving the puzzle, but… it happened the same as before. It was too far and she was too tired and cold to move any further. So she died. And next time, she tried to solve the puzzle faster, but that only made her mess it up. Flowey laughed at her and she died on the next room. Athela had started thinking that death by freezing was not as bad. It wasn’t as painful as falling from a cliff. And it certainly was less painful than dying from crushing.

But leaving death aside… she was doomed. Again. So she would not move.

“Liar.” She replied. “I’m not lying. And even if I were, the weather will only get worse if you stay here, so it’ll be harder for you to continue! Just go, you idiot!” “I will die anyway, won’t I?” She was kinda hopeless. “No… come on, it’s been almost an hour now. Hey, guess what… if you move now, I’ll solve the first puzzle for you. Deal?” The evil flower was kind of tired of this pulling. “Do it for your dear mother, Athela~”

Ugh. She hated it when he used her as a motive to keep his game going. But… her mother WAS worth the pain. In her mind, she managed to get out of there and she found her mom. Then she got her eyesight back and they were happy ever after. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? … She stood up. “I hate you.” She said for the third time that day. “Good. If that keeps you going~” And he was happy again. Of course, he disappeared a few seconds after. He had said it before, he would never repeat his directions twice. Good thing Athela was being careful and that she had recognizable points she could count on to keep going. If not, she would’ve surely been doomed from the very start. … Well, she WAS doomed already. But at least she had to try, right…? Of course, the road was not different. Slow, and cold. Poor Athela was too mentally tired to keep going at a fast pace, even if being slow was lethal for her. As Flowey mentioned before, the wind was getting worse, and she had to cover her eyes more than once so no snowflakes would cause her pain. Like that, it was hard to keep her balance and solve the second puzzle correctly… she took more time than expected. But she solved it anyway. The ‘click’ that sounded when the button was pressed and the spikes were lowered brought her great satisfaction. Athela managed to crack a smile as she went forward again. The smile faded once she realized that she would die soon. “Come on, just keep going, I’m sure you’ll find a save point soon. It SHOULD be around here, if my memory isn’t as bad as yours. Oh, wait. It’s not.” Flowey chuckled as Athela kept walking. It felt like she had been walking forever. The wind was too strong.

She cried in pain when some snow entered her eyes. The flowers were withering… Too late… She fell to the floor, whimpering. Giving up again. Flowey rushed to her side. But she didn’t see him. It was all obscure. “Come on, move. Not this again.” For once, he seemed… concerned? “No. I can’t.” She whispered. She was still holding up with her arms, but… she just let herself fall on the floor. It was useless delaying it any further. “But if you just… oops!”

…

“Flowey…?” Athela called for him, confused. What happened? ‘Oops’, what? What was that about? Did he hurt himself?

…

It didn’t matter anyway… it would all be gone in a few minutes, so… better just let it go.

Or that’s what she thought, but… suddenly, she could hear cries coming from far away. A voice… that was getting closer, and closer. Who…? He sounded worried. Was he asking if she was okay? Athela could barely hear him, for the world around her was starting to fade. But she felt how she was being lifted from the ground…that new person… he held her close, and… it felt as if he were running… but… who was he? And… where…?

Where was he taking her?

Athela fainted before she had the time to think about it.

Athela - LV 1 ?????? Nº Resets: 53

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