Summary: More memories about past sufferings. Poor Wilson.
Notes: I'm sooooooo sorry it took so long to post this chapter but... there had been some problems at home, and well, I didn't have the time to write.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter TextShadow Realm, Adventure Mode, Third World: King of Winter, Date and Time: Unknown.
-Day 1-
"What? You're still here? Impressive, but you should probably stop while you're ahead."
'King of Winter'
"…. g"
"Uhmm, brother?" Willow looked at the scientist gentleman with concern.
I understand why Wilson doesn't want to speak about… King of Winter? Is that what it's called?
It was more like Eternal Winter.
**"Eternal Winter? Like Snowdin? What's the deal then if Snowdin is not that ba—"
No you don't understand Chara…
Imagine being in the forest near Snowdin.
**"…..Okay…?"
Now imagine just the forest without Snowdin town.
**"….Oh…"
"I won't talk about it. Just know that I prefer a thousand deaths over going back to that world." He looked serious.
*le gulp*
And I could understand. How many times did I see him dying in that place?
Too many to count…
"…I see…, what happened next…? What about the next "world"?" Mom asked, some of her motherly concern showing. Everyone else looked to the ones next to them, confused faces and murmurs came back and fro.
**"Once a mom, always a mom." I can agree with my head-mate with that one. Mom will care of just anyone, no matter if it's a fully grown man the one who needs the caring.
The shift in his stance didn't go unnoticed, for a second, his blue eyes flickered towards me.
'Huh?'
I… I really don't know why was that… but it felt as if…
"The next world was… Two Worlds…"
"Say. pal. Let's make a deal. You can stay here. Settle down, even. I'll give you food, gold, pigs, whatever you need. All I want in return is a truce."
"What do you mean, a truce?" I tried to utter past the usual dizziness that accompanies me after I travel… jump? From world to world.
Whatever I need?
Of course I wouldn't believe in his word after all the things he has done to me he has made me go through.
So I dismissed the words as soon as I fully awoke. It all started as in any normal world, pigs there, carrots over there… perfect climate, long "days" short "nights", berry bushes everywhere…
It felt like paradise…
Too good to be true.
After wandering around for a couple of days and making a fully detailed map of the island I'm in, I noticed things that were a bit off. Is this island smaller than the rest I have been to? I found only two of the pieces to construct the machine and go to the next and final world. Where are the others? I can't understand this!
-Day 15-
This is madness.
I want to… stay here?
Life in this world in particular doesn't seem that bad; my stomach hasn't been this full since I came here and being in the mercy of that stup on Maxwel's mercy!
There is one problem. While I have had the "time of my life" in this world… Frisk, the child I have mentioned in previous pages of this same journal, is not having one of his own. All the contrary. When I found him one or two "days" ago (please, do note that this is the longest time he had been here). He was unresponsive the first "hours" he came… his eyes were unfocused, his breath was calm, as if not completely conscious of where he was.
I tried my best to get his attention, nonetheless.
Nothing worked until I died for the first time in the fifteen days I had been here.
-Day 16-
I'm still counting the days because my death didn't alter the world, or restart it? Meaning, I constructed a Meat Effigy before I had to start my camp from the beginning.
Frisk was still there in the camp when a Bee Mine exploded in my backpack. Wonder why did that happen? It doesn't really matter; it killed me instantly so I have nothing to be mad about. The child got startled and the color left his cheeks. His eyes as big as saucer pans.
I forgot to tell him about that weird sculpture with my face… He didn't ask either.
Anyhow, that doesn't change what happened next.
Dear reader, I'll ask your comprehension while reading this. I never intended for the child to be that frightened, It was never my intention to appear out of the nothingness!
Well… that's not exactly accurate. I appeared out of a wooden statue… who would think that that handsome devil can harbor the power to revive me, after all!
At least, I startled him enough to make him emote… finally.
He blinked, once, twice, thrice… then he saw me with confusion on his face. Frisk surveyed his surroundings and checked where he was seated (where I sat him after not getting a response out of him). Afterwards, the child turned his face back to me and asked what happened, how he got there. Obviously I couldn't answer those questions; instead, I decided to ask him why he got here in that state in the first place.
I didn't want to believe.
I wanted it to be a nightmare of some kind.
This child…. He said he has been killed by a monster several times. By many monsters, at least once. A seven year old child, no less.
I had to excuse myself as soon as I comforted him with a tight hug. I needed to take ten minutes. Ten minutes of calming my raging heart.
I wanted to believe this was not real.
But I know, deep inside me, that nothing he said was a lie. Is this pain coming from my "SOUL"?
He described some kind of… materialization or phantasmagorial manifestation which is called a "SOUL" and it represents who we are.
The culmination of oneself.
I… I wish I could see it someday.
It didn't take long for Frisk to go after he regained consciousness, what I didn't expect was for Frisk to bounce back into his positive personality. He only needed a couple of encouraging words and you could see determination radiating from the tiny body like a well lit torch.
That's my boy.
- Day 23 -
I took another week to find out what was wrong with this world. If I have to make a comparison, I would say that this world has a severe case of 'circular insanity' as described by the French psychiatrist Jean-Pierre Falret, it switches between a depressive island full of mermen and venomous mushrooms to an colorful, exciting, full of food, and pigmen, island.
A single thread of wormhole as their sole connection.
Having found the other pieces of the machine, I decided that my only way to move was forward.
To the next world then!
- Day ? -
You insolent, pitiful, insignificant ant! Do not arouse the wrath of the great Maxwell! You will regret coming any further..."
Something is very wrong! Maxwell, he… he lost his mind! I could perceive changes in his tone of voice some worlds ago, but this?
This…
Darkness…
Darkness only darkness…
Darkness and cold.
Darkness and howling.
Darkness and indiscernible sounds.
Eternal darkness…
How am I supposed to survive in this world!?
- Day ? – DAY WHAT DAY THERE IS NO DAY IN HERE!
I never wanted this, why me, why just why. Please let me go, I'll do anything! I hate to be alone, just please let me go. How many days have passed? Why am I still alive? I shouldn't be alive! Please God save me, save me, save me.
SOMEONE, ANYONE PLEASE SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME—
-Day ?- I think I won't add these from now on. I don't even know if the world stopped at night and there won't be any more 'cycles'
Against better judgment, I decided to leave the pages I ruined. I don't… I don't even remember what was I thinking writing all of that.
I don't want to think about it, though.
Frisk saved me from the spiral of despair and madness from isolation I was in when writing last entry of this journal. I… I don't know what they did to bring my sanity back but whatever it was. It worked.
Once I came to myself I decided to take action by looking for ways to end the piercing blackness surrounding us.
"It was actually a copy of a normal world. The only differences being that 'sunlight' never touched it and Maxwell's lights spawning randomly"
This is where I should cut the tale. But everyone looks as if they have more questions than the ones we started with…
I feel sick. Could it be anxiety of remembering everything from before?...
"So monsters are feral there?"
"How can you be alive if you where KILLED, it doesn't make any sense!"
"that's rough, buddy."
"You were able to use magic!?"
This… this will take a while.
Notes: Bee Mines exploding without warning was something that didn't happen to me but I read it was some kind of bug so… PS. This is the last part of Flashback Time! Next chapter. Adventure to the Underground! Coming... Maybe...
Notes: *Throws thing at fandoms expecting it wont be lost in the void* Update Monday´s or Sunday´s