#neutralending

[otakunyakumon]

yey. Finally finished this piece of metal. this was a collab with DrawingJS in Undertale Amino.

hhhhh this was a pain to do

[countarganan]

Alive, Sane and Alright

He got out.

He was alive.

He was still sane.

And he was out of that damned mansion.

He shivered, looking back at the mansion quietly before turning away from it. He was alive, he was safe, he was sane, and the newfound friends he made in there were alright.

But a shame that some past adversaries (Puppeteer/John, Alice, Matt) had to die as consequence. He was fully convinced that the three couldn’t be fully bad, but...well, freedom had its consequences.

He’d stolen a little cash from the mansion. Yes, that wasn’t exactly a nice thing but it was a small vice compared to all the other hurts that happened in that mansion, all the torture, all the lengths he went to to prevent his friends from dying on him. 

And now he’d use it to call a taxi and take them all to the hospital, including himself. And if he had any leftover cash, he was going to call home, because he couldn’t remember how long he was gone for and he wanted to make sure his niece was okay, to reassure her that yes, he’s alive and okay.

But the puncture wounds on his hands from having to give up blood to go into the rooms would stay as a reminder of what he went through.

A small price to pay for freedom.

Looking to the others, he tried to grin a bit. “I’m going to call a taxi. Anyone want to come to the hospital with me to get checked up?”

[countarganan]

Alone in the Silence

He didn’t quite understand what was going on when he first woke up. There was a strange warmth and light around him and memories of the past flashed through his mind.

Regret came to his senses first and he cried, curled up on the ground. He felt like some weakling but part of him needed to let out all the hurt somehow and it wasn’t like he could displace it onto anyone or anything else. He was dead, he was gone—alright, not completely gone. At least he hoped he wasn’t completely nonexistent. But memories of those things he’d done still hurt him inside.

There were small comforts in the silent world he was in, though, and they came to him after all the bad memories washed through him. He might never find out where exactly he was, though he had a few theories. Perhaps he was in some sort of afterlife? Or maybe he was absorbed by the Outsider completely when he broke up into those blue particles, and now literally inside the Outsider in some sense. He had a feeling it was closer to the second theory. But wherever he was, the warmth and light was soothing in a way.

And...it helped him to think a little. Though he was alone, he felt like as if someone was always watching him warmly, like the tender gaze of a loving mother. It was comforting. Strange, for sure, but comforting. It was okay. He could get used to this.

Maybe one day he could get himself to open up if he ever saw anyone else ever again, and get closer. That would be nice.

[reikosgamingcorner]