A/N: So, I'm not going to do a long rant here; that's the next chapter. It's huge. Be prepared.
(I had this chapter planned first but wrote the second first but want to post this first okay?)
I suck at second person POV but oh well; this is in reference to right after you leave The Ruins (Toriel's home) and one style typing is Pacifist Route and the other Neutral Route.
DISCLAIMER: Ha. Hahaha. AhahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.
Precipitation
You ran and ran and ran; it hurt as you stumbled and tripped, dirt and dust mixing with your tears and filling your vision -
You slowed to a walk, more emotionally exhausted than anything. You swiped a bulky sleeve across your face, clearing your eyes. Toriel was kind and good, but you -
Were awful. How could you? She had done nothing but cared for your sorry behind. You shouldn't have tried to leave; tried to fight, but she had given you no choice. Not when you-
Needed to go home. You were so very sorry to leave her like that, but you wanted, no you longed to go home. Could you have called this place home? Maybe. You really liked Toriel, but staying behind felt impossible. Was it?
Who were you kidding. Too late now. What's done is done and no going back. But you would learn; you would do better. It was only right after all. Your resolve strengthened when-
You strained to open the door. Cold air washed between the cracks, frigid as it lashed your face. As your vision looked white, then began to clear, sight getting used to the dark-dim-to-bright-light transition, one thought burned through you.
You would do better-
-and you would go home.
A/N: . . . this isn't exactly how I imagined it (it was supposed to be more heart-wrenching) but whatever.
