Starter for @dadster-and-skelesons
(*This is starter for @dadster-and-skelesons*)
(*Possible triggers: blood and knife cuts*)
The judgment hall, a place once immaculate now is a decrepit sight, icicles and determination litter the halls from to bottom, broken ice walls, shattered ice hands, fractured and broken gaster blasters... And on the center of it all stands two kids, both being a few years apart from each other, one with a knife in the their hand, and the other with blood.
“d-dammit” the cyan soul kid spoke, fallen on his knees as he pressed his hands against the deep cuts on his chest, his hp had reached 0, and so he felt the abyss slowly beckon onto him.
“i-i guess this was inevitable huh...” the kid stuttered, falling onto the ground as the color of his eyes slowly faded and so they slowly closed, the kid watching his killer casually walk towards the throne room as his vision got more and more blurred, slowly his eyes closed as he uttered his final words
“c-...c-ha..ra”
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Darkness, the all round incompansing void of death, that’s all he could see, all he could feel, until suddenly, a blinding light flashes through his consciousness, he suddenly awakens in shock, in the same desk he fell asleep on the night before, he looks around in a mix of panic, shock and disbelief.
The kid looks around frantically and tried to calm himself down, realizing he is somehow still alive a few seconds after the initial shock wore off, with a heavy breathing he presses his hand against the place where he was struck before he died, he couldn’t feel anything, he wasn’t sure what to make of this.
“what ...happened? Didn’t I...die?” He speaks slowly, getting himself up from the chair and putting on his lab coat.
“Maybe it was just a nightmare,but...it seemed...just so...real” he sighed and exited his room, quickly calling his sibling’s cell phone, he needed to make sure that was just a nightmare.
“come oooon chara pick up! Where the hell are you anyways” he mumbled to himself as he exited the house he shared with Gaster, Snowdin seemed awfully quiet today, that’s weird to say the least.
“Not a single monster in sight, it’s almost like...oh no.” with a sudden realization he rushes towards hotlands, lucky he had access to gaster’s secret tunnels that were hidden under the entire underground, that guy was always a recluse, so he did everything he could to not come in contact with non essential people.
10 minutes passed, he finally reached hotlands, still, no one in sight, his fears were starting to become reality, was that a nightmare...or was it a premonition? He didn’t have the time to ponder right now, he quickly rushed to his sibling’s station, if what he saw in his nightmares was real than his sibling should be fighting the hu...man.
He stopped dead on his tracks, in front of him stood his sibling, cut down like bundle of vines, the culprit nowhere to be found, and their soul slowly fading.
“n-no...not again!” the kid spoke as he fell down in front of the corpse, tears ran down his eyes like waterfalls as the human sobbed after his dead sibling...the nightmare was becoming a reality.
He then noticed the soul, slowly bouncing up and down, it’s colors fading ever so slowly, without a second more passing he grabbed their soul, he wouldn’t let them fade away again, not this time.
The human rushed back to the lab, every minute the soul lost a little bit of itself, time was of the essence. He kick open the door to his house and ran down the underground lab, looking for only thing that could give him enough time to do anything. He was tired, exhausted both emotionally and physically, but he couldn’t give up on them, not this time.
He desperately searched within the piles of discarded and or broken prototypes that Gaster made through the years, all of them failures in one way or another. Finally he found what he was looking for, the prototype for a soul container, he placed their soul inside of it and prayed that the machine was still functional.
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Slowly, but surely the machine turned on, the container was sealed and the soul stabilized, he had some time at last.
“fucking hell...*sigh* Now what the hell do I do?” he spoke exhausted and defeated. He sighed deeply and looked at the floor, slowly, he started crying again
“this...this is not fair! Why did they die again! Why them?!?” he cried out crying.
“it...it should have been me...” he sobbed
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Slowly he calmed himself down until eventually his tears stopped flowing, he stared at the soul and back to his heart shaped locket, he couldn’t stop thinking bout them and their time together, how they showed him that not all humans are hate-filled.
Grinding his teeth he got up and after a deep breath said:
“no. I won’t give up, not this time” he spoke painfully, looking around for a specific machine, it was the newest prototype and the least tested, but it was his only hope.
“where is that damn thing?” he thought while wondering through the piles and piles of prototypes.
“theeere you are!” he said relieved. He pushed the machine close enough to plug it into a electrical socket and waited for it to turn on, after a few minutes he started working on it.
The hardware was finished and ready to go, but the software needed some work, otherwise this whole idea might go up in flames, literally.
“dammit gaster, why do you insist in writing in wing dings!” he sighed annoyed.
After about an hour he managed to get the machine working...somewhat. He wasn’t sure it would even work in the first place, and it was so unstable that it would break completely after one use.
He started at the soul and frowned determined, he picked the small size container and placed it inside the inside pocket of his lab coat, it was small enough to fit there but large enough to make it appeared there was something big there.
He took one last heavy breath and turned the machine on, it’s deathly sounds rang through the lab before a white flash consumed the room.
