' it wasn't supposed to end like this.' ( sans,,, )
✱ @valiantsouls (sans) called // accepting.
THE HALL IS IN RUINS. bones protrude from the ground between broken tiles, reaching to the ceiling like macabre columns. he’s getting tired. it saw it, on his face. he’d tried to reason to someone who wasn’t listening, the child that stands before them.
‘ the anomaly ’ he’d called them. how unbearably naive. maybe, the flower they’d spoken too in THE RUINS had been right. maybe it all was just predetermined scripts, lazy, repetitive interaction. worthless, meaningless. he’d asked for MERCY.
* it refused.
it wondered what had changed, when the skeleton’s eyes moved from the child up to where they stood, far away. hand extended outward, beckoning that the child might continue. it wouldn’t have even noticed, far too distracted by the battle itself.
if the attack did not suddenly land. the sound is unmistakable, && for a moment, the monster && the skeleton make eye contact.
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his ribcage marred with deep enough gouge to nearly split him in two, red drips onto sun soaked mosaic in this very hall of JUDGEMENT.
when he speaks he isn’t speaking to them anymore. the GUIDE feels ill, don’t look at it. don’t SPEAK TO IT.
you don’t have the right.
he went off the script, && so they return the kindness, in this singular moment, as his body dissipates to dust, soul rests on the cusp of oblivion.
❛ it was always going to end like this. ❜ it looks away from the dust as it scatters by their feet && to the child -- no, not even that, anymore.
❛ your LOVE increased. ❜
