Here a bit of a vent piece, but mainly just a moment in the life of Amelia.
White Noise
Amelia stared at the ceiling in a random au. This was Napstablook's home, well not anymore. It didn't have dust because ghosts had none of those. But he wasn't here anymore. His memories were here though. Most of his memories was spent staring into the void with music. The rest was about racing snails, eating snack and having fun on the internet.
Though he was also angry, sad and horrific. Sometimes it was Mettaton, some time Mad Dummy. Amelia considered letting herself just fall for the void. Letting the white engulf her until she was unable to think or see. Just let herself drift. No one will come check up on her. Her body would just get up and eat something but she wouldn't know.
Amelia would never fully let herself go though. She wished she could become a bad end. But she was a passionate soul turned obsessive. So she sat back up and layed her hand were the memory of Napstablook was sleeping. For a moment she could see Tear Sans with an angrier version of his previous self. She also saw Frisk and Chara do the same. Maybe even a very distant version of Aliza. She never had a moment with these ones isn't it? She always focused on the Sanses.
Amelia knew why though. Because it hurts way too much when you see the people that would understand you the most. Get confused. It's also why she didn't like seeing Killer most of the time. At least the original. He would understand her so clearly, but he also never would. Because her tragedy is just for vibes. And even if they could, she wouldn't stay long enough for it to matter.
Amelia finally stood up and realised she was sitting by a table. Memories of lives and history flooded her mind like white noise. Piercing her brain as it died over and over again. She tried to keep the scream of pain from leaving. But it ultimately left her. Making everyone look back to her as hands played with their minds to show annoyance.
Amelia ran out the door to be in a mall center with even more history and lives as it made her screech in despair. She could feel her brain slowly rotting only to have the flames bring it back faster than that.
She was takled to the floor before being hit by a water balloon. Her brain continued to strain under the lives and history while hair coiled around each of her joints. Amelia couldn't even scream now as she heard children trying to gage her out.
A child pulled her backward but she turned towards a window a Dream and Nightmare talking like normal. She recognized them, she still had their leaves. She made a step forward and collided with a wall. Amelia stared backward to see a Dream and Nightmare she helped once. Dream went towards her, she still had the little flower he gave her when he was young. He didn't recognize her at all.
Amelia walked backward to see Abyss Sans, someone with weaponized wings. She was shorter than him. She tried to stay still, but the wind blew her hair and she was sitting on a bench looking at TK Sans, his brother and their friends playing. She was shorter still.
Amelia looked at her hands and she was now sitting alone. The Creator in front of her looked absolutely demoralized even behind their mask. “I’m so pathetic.
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Amelia and Whatif Varient: Me
Tear Sans: @eriscary
Killer Sans: @rahafwabas
Dream and Nightmare: @/Joku-blog
Telltale Varient: @marble-birdie
Abyss Sans: @metakazkz
Quantumtale: @perfectshadow06
Horrortale Varient: @/Sour-Apple-Studio
Underswap Varient: @/p0pcornPr1nce
Underfell Varient: @underfell