The man who speaks in hands
A lone figure stalked through the mist, lost in his thoughts. Just recently his life had been torn apart by the death of his eldest son, with his younger son in the hospital he had no one to share his grieve with. He always knew that his son was weak and fragile but for him to die on the day they finally reunited was unthinkable. He sighed and looked down at his son's gold heart locket which he wore with him ever since he died. The younger brother wore his brother's jumper because he could feel his sibling's spirit close to him when he wore it. He never found out where it came from and never found out what was inside because it was locked, and no one knew where the key was.
His mind wandered to all the people Bette noir had killed in her murder craze before he and his son had managed to kill her. Asgore, Alphy's, mettaton, sans
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