Kind of had something like this in mind for awhile. It's an extremely short one-shot. More like a poem. First thing I've thrown out to the wolves. Enjoy.
They were wide awake.
On top of the flowers, they sat, not bothering to move on.
They were wide awake when Toriel left the pie for them.
They didn't eat it, it would be a waste of a good healing item.
They sat, the memories blurring together.
Did Toriel give in and let them pass? Or did they kill her in one blow?
They were wide awake when Papyrus fought against them.
Or maybe it was the other way around?
Head clutched, they stood up; the voices started once again.
They were wide awake when Undyne lived?
Then why did she die twice?
They walked forward, not even bothering wit the puzzled - and angry - flower.
He always seemed to forget - what a shame.
They were wide awake as they moved through the core.
When did they encounter Mettaton, again?
Dust fell through their fingers, again and again.
Nothing could stop them.
They were wide awake in the Judgement Hall, as they looked at Sans.
They wished they weren't, but they didn't exactly have any control at this point.
... Or did they? "Would you like to reset? •Yes | ◦No"
Wrote this quickly on my phone, formatted on the computer. I've just been feeling like I need to give something back to the community that I've been partaking of. Hopefully, I'll do something more. Hopefuly it won't turn so dark.
And, hopefully, I did everything correctly when posting this. -_-
8/16: Published
8/17: Replaced asterisk w/ bullet points. This should make this slightly more clear...