AN: Regaliatale is just me writing some stuff that wanted to do for like a year, but never got the chance to do because I'm the laziest person in the world
A voice came from behind him, or at least he thought it was behind him. It sounded neither an adult nor a kid's voice, he thought it was weird but just shrugged it off, right now he needed help. A headache was steadily coming in. without turning back he asked.
"Umm, sir? Do you know how to use healing magic? I'm pretty bruised up;" Frisk's voice was trembling if he got attacked here…
"Sure I do buddy, let me just get a… closer look."
"Sir, may I know your name? "
"Flowey, Flowey the flower."
"Pfft, alright sir… my name is Frisk, Frisk the dog." Frisk joked at him even though he was a little nervous, the voice must have felt his nervousness, but if it introduced itself as a flower it was pretty hilarious to him.
As Flowey moved closer he snatched the soul of the dead priest! However, it went unnoticed by Frisk.
"We got a joker in our hands huh?"
Heh, the sucker must have lost too much blood, the first time I have seen someone get such a rough fall. One more soul for me!
"Here stay still, I will heal you with my… friendliness pellets."
Huh, what odd innate soul magic… he must be a kindness wizard!
bam!
"You idiot! In this world is kill or be killed! HAHAHAHA!" Flowey aimed at Frisk's chest. Then surrounded him with more pellets…
ARGH, I should have KNOWN dammit, dammit dammit. Why did I let my hopes up after getting blinded! I should have kept my guard up before, I should have kept my distance. I should have tried getting away even if that meant more bruises.
He regretted as he slowly lost consciousness, the last thing he heard was Flowey's, mad cackling, accompanied by the total loss of his remaining adrenaline, which let him feel just how bruised up he got, scratches, internal bleeding, a missing tooth, and his warm blood mixing with the corpse's blood.
If it weren't for the fact that a god blessed me… would I have even stood a chance of escaping? Even then I died, guess commoners just can't avoid getting bullied by royalty huh?
As he lays down in the now-damp flower bed he slowly lost all awareness of his surroundings…
…
..
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Elsewhere
"Nononono! Dammit! Come on! You can do it!"
"Hahaha! Yes! Die ! that flower is getting my favor!"
"Dammit! That was my last blessed one for this year! And it was that super rare Determination soul too!" A child in pajamas kicked and tossed around the floor.
"Hmph! Fit's you right for murdering one of my Priests! They are way better than any of your chosen ones!"
"Amanda, your chosen ones always die before reaching 18! If I didn't know better I'd say you're cursing them!" the child protested at a girl with long brunette hair who was also in pajamas.
"Oh yeah? You always pick kids who aren't nobles and get them killed early too!"
"Well at least I didn't waste it before you, so I'd say I won!"
"That's because I chose first. Besides, they both died in the same amount of time, so it doesn't count!"
"Shh! Look!" The kid pointed out towards the flatscreen TV, he was in a bed while a goat lady finished casting healing magic. The kid was fine, but he was exhausted, even if he got healed the blood loss still affected him.
"..."
"HAHA! Yes, goat lady! This is the real MVP of this story."
"Argh! " the little girl got up and stomped the floor, then pointed at the TV and her finger started glowing Black!
"Let's see how good your blessing is After this!"
"Oh no, you don't! That's breaking the rules!"
The girl just stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry, the black glow went into the tv and seemingly hit Frisk.
Damn it! She is going to turn him into an animal, Oh! I know, ill just give him another blessing since she cheated!
…
"..." a groan was heard under a blanket.\
Ughh… my head is killing me! I'm still alive? Did Mr. Flowey heal me? Or was it just a nightmare?
He tried opening his eyes but found that his eyelids wouldn't even open!
I can't move… sleep paralysis? Maybe it was a nightmare…
He tried to calm himself down and try to sleep more, but it wasn't the first time this had happened,... he slowly drifted to the world of dreams…
He suddenly found himself on a plain terrain with grass that reached up to his knees, he decided to just relax on the grass without a worry in the world. In retrospect that nightmare was ridiculous, if you got caught blinding someone on purpose it could bring you to a trial even if you were a noble! What a crazy dream…
After some time he woke up again.
I still can't open my eyes.
Frisk tried to move his fingers to jolt his body up... but he found out he couldn't feel his fingers either!
Wow… no I can't be sleeping all day!
Click!
He suddenly heard the sound of a door opening.
"Poor child… I can only do so much… '' the voice was feminine and seemed mature, he could hear it despite her whispering, this startled him, though not as much as the fact that he didn't recognize that voice!
Calm down, it's probably just a new employee for the orphanage. Is that… cinnamon? and … something else...
"Sleep well... " she said in a low voice but he could make out what she said. However Frisk started getting a little bit more desperate.
Oh no… I gotta pee! Ok screw paralysis, I need to use magic!
… but nothing happened…
… does that mean… n-no calm down, calm down. Focus… he tried to tense up his muscles as much as he could, which wasn't a lot, but it worked a little, however, his body felt… weird. It was at this moment that he finally opened his eyes, but immediately closed them afterward,
A labored breath could be heard in the room, Frisk was glad, slight groans filled.
So I do have eyes, but I'm exhausted, wait… if that dream wasn't a dream and I did… kill him, wasn't there a priest with Jack? But the goddess Amanda wouldn't care so much about a simple priest would she? Unless… he became a bishop! Did he bait me so hard? All just to not get god's wrath? ARGH! DAMMIT! The umbra church is known for its curses…
He tried speaking, but a growl only came out, he tried shouting and a bark came out instead.
... try to look at the good side… er… hmm…
"..."
"Woof"
M-maybe it's not permanent? At least I can move again…
Even though he could move he still felt very numb, he tried opening his eyes, but they still burnt him.
Oh my god! Argh! If I get out of here I'm beating the heck out of jack! I don't care if he is a viscount! Alright ill see if I can use my eyes at all.
…
After half an hour of trying to open his eyes forcefully, he finally could see, though very blurry and he could barely crawl. He saw two half-open doors, the other details were too blurry to make out, he saw that his hands… er paws were white and had tiny claws and dewclaws on each paw.
I need to go now!
He crawled towards one of the doors, thankfully he made it to the bathroom, but another problem arose…
The toilet is too high… forget it I'm not peeing myself! I'm a big boy!
He went towards the shower raised his hindleg instinctively and ... did his business. The little pup relaxed. After going to the bathroom his mind was trying to figure out where he was… instead of trying to force his eyes to focus, he tried using his hearing… and utterly failed. He bumped into the leg of the bed, hitting his snout.
ouch.
Before he could even rub his snout he started sneezing.
"-choo"
"Achoo"
"Achoo!"
"Ho ho, you silly child, I thought you would be out of energy but you seem just fine."
His ears swiveled towards the direction of the voice, he tensed up and took a menacing position, at least one that he thought was menacing. The lady just tried to stifle her laughter.
"Don't worry child, I'm not going to hurt you. " her voice was friendly and mellow, talking slowly and calmly.
You IDIOT!...
He unconsciously let out a growl, he felt his heartbeat speed up and got stronger. Suddenly he felt a sharp and acute pain inside of his heart.
THUD!
The small pup flopped down and coughed up, eventually coughing up blood.
Oh damn! It was all real, this is not a dream! Oh my god, I hate you, Amanda, I bet you have cooties!
Hahaha! Wow, you're just unlucky, aren't you?
?
The little pup had no time to rationalize, so he just shrugged the voice in his head off. The real problem is that his heart wasn't healed completely and he barely survived because of his blessing from Emil. he slowly lost focus and his vision became even more blurry, eventually closing slowly until everything went black...
Is this death? Just… black? No heaven or hell?
Crack
SMASH!
AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhh!
"Howdy!"