Undertale-Skyrealms
Scattered Petals
A/N: This is a collab with EveeFan. It's… going to be fun. She's writing the pacifist route, while I'm writing genocide. Also, because this IS an AU, dialogue and storyline will be changed. Well, hope that you enjoy!
Hands reaching to the RESET button. The memory that I couldn't save someone. It's all I have as I fall down. This time, you're going to try something else. Something crueler. But I just want to talk to him. To SAVE him as well. No matter the price.
Touching the familiar golden flowers, picking one and putting it in my hair. Gently weaving a bracelet and putting it over my wrist. Touching the familiar pendant that used to hang alongside another, flower beside a heart. There's a reason why you're the flowergirl.
I inhale, then exhale. I know that he is waiting in the next room. Their precious friend. They agreed to this. They knew what it would do to them. But they agreed anyways. They would use their knowledge to help me, even if they changed their mind. A child's tears, and a ghost's sorrow. Maybe this time would be better.
Twin SOULs beating together, we step into the next room. There he is. But I know the rules. No talking. As he greets us with that fake smile, I smile, in turn. Two little liars. As I hum to his tune, he greets us, in turn. "Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower! You're new to the Overground, aren't you?" Mutely, we shake our head no. "You look so confused! I guess I'll have to show you how thing word down here!" With that, our SOUL is yanked out of our chest. There is me, the bright red, and them, the dark red. It forms a beautiful mix of soulful colors.
We know what comes next. "Go on! Catch them with your heart!" As he throws them to us, we dodge, dancing as we do so. He throws more to us, and with a giggle, we spin out of the way. He is angry at us, but we wanted to do things differently. Even if it kills us over and over again. Even if all our friends die. A memory. Dust on our hands. Even if all our friends hate us, they want to see him again. I don't blame them, their resolve is fragile, but as we twirl and bow away from his next attack, I know that I will give them resolve when theirs fails. We are inseparable, after all. Friends to the end.
"You know what's going on here, don't you?" Giggling, we nod our heads. "DIE." Laughing psychotically, his bullets circle us, too high to leap over, too low to slide under. We smile, knowing what happens next. As the bullets circle close, we spin a bit, and then she arrives. Blowing him away with a fireball, he flies out of sight, startled. She greets us, but they already know her name, and so do I.
"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth! Do not fear, young one, for I am TORIEL, caretaker of the ruins. Take my hand, for a being without wings such as yourself could easily fall through. Come, and I shall guide you." As she takes our hand, we smile. For we do have wings, but they only come out as we die. Following behind her, and humming along to her gentle tune, we feel a great sadness, knowing the sight of dust on her, soiling those great wings, will be such a shame.
Stepping onwards, we lightly brush the SAVE star, and it falls into our SOUL, the first feather of our wings. It fills us with DETERMINATION, the lone guide through the darkness ahead. Stepping into the next room, we see the familiar puzzle, but this time, before she can solve it, we leap, using our resolve to glide gently across the gaps, tapping the switches in order, and floating over to the switch that opens the door. Astounded, she watches us in silence. When we are finished, we bow. "Well, it appears that you can solve puzzles perfectly well by yourself," she remarks. If only she knew that we had done it all before. She pulls us into the next room, and we are happy to oblige. Singing along to the tune, we hear her words, the same as before.
We skip across the gaps, and knowing what happens next, pull the marked levers. Dancing into the next room, we flawlessly manifest our wings. We hum a few measures of the dummy's song, and then gracefully rest our hand on the FIGHT button. Our wings glow and fade, and then swallow the dummy whole. As we feel his SOUL break, we release him. What happens next is entirely new. Its dust flies into our wings, manifesting the first few feathers. We patiently wait for TORIEL to catch up, and then she continues leading us across the narrow gaps, into the next room. As we progress, a Froggit appears.
We know what happens next, as our wings grow slightly. Gently singing the battle song, this is all that we will give the fallen. Notes on a line. Although TORIEL does not like our behavior, she will tolerate it, for the sake of her child past. With that thought, they flinch away, hating how they are entirely helpless to escape my thoughts. I glide through the trap triggers with ease, knowing the price of death if I fail, but the wings make it easier. Knowing that I will be fine, even if I fail, it strengthens my resolve. We just want to talk to him, SAVE him. This has to work. It just has to.