Hey guys it's me again. I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. This time I don't have any excuse. I am so so sorry. Anyways this chapter is not fluff at all. At all.
Merry Christmas guys! Enjoy your present of sadness and search parties!
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Chapter 9
"Asriel, Flowey, Chara, please take the neighborhoods around Gaster's home."
"Frisk, Sans, Papyrus, please take the neighborhoods around the school."
"Toriel, Asgore,
"Alphys, Undyne
"Mettaton, Napstablook
They just didn't understand. He didn't want to be found.
He wanted to be left alone to the rain and the clouds and the flooded gutters and the wet pavement. He wanted to be alone, walking these lonely roads until his shoe soles broke, until his clothes hung off him in tatters, until he broke.
Because he wasn't broken, not yet, and that's what hurt him the most. That bit of hope festering in his soul, the piece of him that wanted to be found, the part that still feared and loved and dreamed. The hope that maybe it would be better one day.
He didn't want to wait for "one day". He didn't want to go home and act normal again. He wanted freedom from this, from his mind, from his thoughts. He didn't want
didn't want
and then he was crying again, the tears he could never escape. They trickled down his cheeks and mingled with the rain, the hot mingling with the cold, saltwater with freshwater, like him mingling with other people.
He wanted to be alone.
And when the snow came he would brave it, like he had braved hiding himself for so long.
He could do it.
But the fear wouldn't leave him alone.
Suddenly he was gasping for breath, falling to his knees on the glistening pavement, his hair soaked with raindrops as he sobbed and choked on the tears. His whole body shuddered as the tears tore down his cheeks in rushing streams of pure tragedy.
He wanted to be done
He did
But he couldn't be
He had to keep going
It had to get better
He couldn't keep running from himself
Could he?
He didn't
He didn't know
He didn't
He couldn't
He
He
He…
Gaster ran away.