His Memory
Originally written for Undertale's anniversary, but my internet died before I could upload it.
He remembers… Lots of things. Some days the memories are of pain, and loss. But other days…
He remembers the good days. Sitting together in a field of flowers. Laying back in the sunshine. Listening to a music box, which only played when there was an umbrella over it. Meeting and making a new friend. Knitting a giant sweater with them. Warm butterscotch-cinnamon pie. Making those very special necklaces.
Today is a good day. His new friend just came back and visited him, and gave him both of the pendants. And then… They came. And he was himself again. He gave them back their charm, and they both put theirs around their neck. And they held each other's hands…
And they walked out the barrier together.
And this time, there was nobody there to hurt him.
This time, there was no need to try to hurt the others.
This time, nobody had to die.
This time, nobody came with.
It was warm.
And it was light.
Dust scattered across the flowers below, but it didn't matter. They were just flowers, after all.
The empty shell was dead, because there was no point in it anymore.
They were Best Friends Forever.
Even after death.