Caroline had interrupted Cave Johnson, after he had made his dying wish clear in the few moments of lucidity the pain offered him. Running the company wasn't the issue- she had devoted her whole life and soul to it, but the idea of being put in a computer sent chills through her whole body, an inexpressible, nameless, all encompassing dread gripping her and refusing to let go. She had argued, tried to make her point clear in frightened, understandable language, making sure it was heard in a moment of desperation by grabbing the microphone and saying it loud and clear for the tapes, but he had waved her off like she was trying to give him the pain pills he needed but was too fuzzy to understand what they were for, brusquely shoving away all of her concern like he didn't need it. The refusal was stricken from the records, and she made her way through the hallways of the facility, she and everyone else reminded of his wishes a hundred times over, his voice echoing through the caverns
Spamton spent a lot of time painting that wall. Finding the colors hadn't been easy, but the image wouldn't leave his head. The bright, bright blue, the pristine white, the vibrant yellow. He needed to paint it. He needed to. He flew within it in his dreams every time he tried to sleep in the garbage everyone threw away. He tried to tell others about it, in his crazed, desperate attempts to talk to anyone else, but they had always looked at him in fear, in incomprehension. But the voice on the other end of the phone had talked about it. He knew what it was. He had seen it. Spamton crept into Swatch's shop when he hadn't been looking and snatched the colors. He had almost cried when he saw them for the first time. So blue! So yellow! So much like what he had seen! He had shuddered, his eyes fuzzy with static, and then let out a wild cackle of happiness, vibrating as his colors flashed yellow and pink. He had tried his best, slathered everything in blue, filled in all the cracks and
The city was quiet tonight. Pink, along with the rest of his kind, had spent the day flagging down Lightners passing by, hawking their wares and getting clicks to spare. But it wasn't nearly the amount he had been getting before. Pink stared at the number bitterly, knowing that most of them had gone to their former colleague, now at the top of the world with nothing to stop him. With a sigh to himself, he shook out his rug outside of his store and listened to the activity of the streets, noticing that the traffic was less than it should be too. Just his luck, he supposed, before he chuckled to himself and went back inside his glittering storefront to lay the immaculate rug back on its spot. He couldn't start thinking thoughts like that. The night wore on and with it a fresh wave of customers, but he caught less than he should have and with a nagging frustration, he waited outside his door patiently, his signature smile frozen on his face. If anyone came, it wouldn't do to show his
The last sensation I remember was pain. Horrible, burning pain from uncountable slashes across our body, the unbearable sensation of a breaking heart…all this and more as my partner stumbled across the barrier again, clutching my body in his arms. I was angry, more than I had been in my life, but…my partner…no, my brother, Asriel, weathered it with the patience and determination as he always had. He made it to the Throne Room, and he simply smiled at our parents as they looked at him in horror. With one last breath, we collapsed the wounds we had sustained too much for our body. Our form lost coherence and scattered into dus
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 5 by Caroline1539, literature
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Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 5
Flowey, noticing her pained look towards him, moved to her other shoulder, making sure not to make any wounds worse as he did so. "Why don't you go find someone to take care of that? It'll get infected if you don't." He said, nodding to her injured shoulder as he adjusted his vines so they wouldn't scrape her skin. With no response, he just sighed and looked around the area, going quiet again at the sight of still too many more people than he was used to. As they passed another restaurant, he suddenly became alarmed and hid behind her as a short skeleton stepped outside, looking very happy to see her. "Hey, kid! Haven't seen you in a long tim
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 4 by Caroline1539, literature
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Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 4
Frisk gave Asriel a slight smile as she took hold of his arm, using her shoulder as support to let the exhausted goat boy return to the house. As the two stepped through the doorframe, they were greeted with the familiar smell of butterscotch-cinnamon pie as Toriel pulled said pie out of the oven, her smile gentle as she looked to the two.
Her eyes shone softly as she cheerily gestured for the whole group to sit down, "Alright everyone, let's sit down and have some of this delicious pie~"
Asgore gave a smile as he lumbered over to the table and sat down-the heavy oak chair groaning slightly as he gestured for the two to sit on either side.
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 3 by Caroline1539, literature
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Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 3
After a few more moments of clinging onto his dad, Asriel reluctantly let him go and slipped down to the floor. "Come on, let's see if Mom needs help." He said, giving Asgore a rather subdued smile compared to the one he had been wearing earlier. He took his Dad's hand in his own small paws and tugged him into the kitchen, giving him a playful smile as he did so, eager to see how Toriel was getting on without them. As they passed Frisk, he gave her a slightly questioning look before pulling Asgore into the kitchen and announcing that he wanted to help with making the pie, despite being so small he could hardly see over the kitchen counter. He
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 2 by Caroline1539, literature
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Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 2
At the blinding sunlight, Asriel made a small noise and squeezed his eyes shut, burying his head in Frisk's shoulder before slowly blinking them open, being careful to squint before opening them fully. At the sight of the meadow, he gasped in surprise and wonder, the grass rustling around him as a gentle breeze ran through it. He rose his head and looked around attentively, taking it all in and making sure not to hit Frisk with his horns as he did so. "Frisk, is this...?" He asked, before his eyes widened in awe as he caught sight of the sun. "Frisk...I haven't even seen this in..." He started, trailing off as tears of joy filled his eyes, a
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 1 by Caroline1539, literature
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Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 1
Asriel walked over to the patch of flowers, humming a small, rather sad sounding tune to himself as he made sure not to spill the water out of the watering can he had found in his mother's former home. Sprinkling the water gently over the quiet golden flowers, he sighed quietly as he felt something within him twinge, pulling at him gently. It wouldn't be long soon. His expression turned sad and he blinked away a few tears, sniffing quietly as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his green and yellow sweater before he continued watering, resuming his humming and trying not to dwell on the thoughts of his new and last best friend, as well as hi
Unlikely Friends: Ch. 2 by Caroline1539, literature
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Unlikely Friends: Ch. 2
Alexis laughed as she skipped into work alongside Vincent. "Didya miss me~?"
Vincent gave her a cold look as he sat down in the spare chair next to the desk. "No, but I did miss my wallet." He said, the false happiness in his voice sickening as he grinned at her, his gray eyes glinting dangerously. "Give it back."
~~~
Alexis only cocked her head mischieviously before pointing to his pocket, "You mean the one in your pocket?"
~~~
His eyes narrowed at her as he confirmed her statement by checking. "Nice sleight of hand." He said quietly before looking up at her again.
"Don't do that again." He warned in a low voice, the dangerous glint d
Caroline had interrupted Cave Johnson, after he had made his dying wish clear in the few moments of lucidity the pain offered him. Running the company wasn't the issue- she had devoted her whole life and soul to it, but the idea of being put in a computer sent chills through her whole body, an inexpressible, nameless, all encompassing dread gripping her and refusing to let go. She had argued, tried to make her point clear in frightened, understandable language, making sure it was heard in a moment of desperation by grabbing the microphone and saying it loud and clear for the tapes, but he had waved her off like she was trying to give him the pain pills he needed but was too fuzzy to understand what they were for, brusquely shoving away all of her concern like he didn't need it. The refusal was stricken from the records, and she made her way through the hallways of the facility, she and everyone else reminded of his wishes a hundred times over, his voice echoing through the caverns
Spamton spent a lot of time painting that wall. Finding the colors hadn't been easy, but the image wouldn't leave his head. The bright, bright blue, the pristine white, the vibrant yellow. He needed to paint it. He needed to. He flew within it in his dreams every time he tried to sleep in the garbage everyone threw away. He tried to tell others about it, in his crazed, desperate attempts to talk to anyone else, but they had always looked at him in fear, in incomprehension. But the voice on the other end of the phone had talked about it. He knew what it was. He had seen it. Spamton crept into Swatch's shop when he hadn't been looking and snatched the colors. He had almost cried when he saw them for the first time. So blue! So yellow! So much like what he had seen! He had shuddered, his eyes fuzzy with static, and then let out a wild cackle of happiness, vibrating as his colors flashed yellow and pink. He had tried his best, slathered everything in blue, filled in all the cracks and
The city was quiet tonight. Pink, along with the rest of his kind, had spent the day flagging down Lightners passing by, hawking their wares and getting clicks to spare. But it wasn't nearly the amount he had been getting before. Pink stared at the number bitterly, knowing that most of them had gone to their former colleague, now at the top of the world with nothing to stop him. With a sigh to himself, he shook out his rug outside of his store and listened to the activity of the streets, noticing that the traffic was less than it should be too. Just his luck, he supposed, before he chuckled to himself and went back inside his glittering storefront to lay the immaculate rug back on its spot. He couldn't start thinking thoughts like that. The night wore on and with it a fresh wave of customers, but he caught less than he should have and with a nagging frustration, he waited outside his door patiently, his signature smile frozen on his face. If anyone came, it wouldn't do to show his
The last sensation I remember was pain. Horrible, burning pain from uncountable slashes across our body, the unbearable sensation of a breaking heart…all this and more as my partner stumbled across the barrier again, clutching my body in his arms. I was angry, more than I had been in my life, but…my partner…no, my brother, Asriel, weathered it with the patience and determination as he always had. He made it to the Throne Room, and he simply smiled at our parents as they looked at him in horror. With one last breath, we collapsed the wounds we had sustained too much for our body. Our form lost coherence and scattered into dus
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 5 by Caroline1539, literature
Literature
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 5
Flowey, noticing her pained look towards him, moved to her other shoulder, making sure not to make any wounds worse as he did so. "Why don't you go find someone to take care of that? It'll get infected if you don't." He said, nodding to her injured shoulder as he adjusted his vines so they wouldn't scrape her skin. With no response, he just sighed and looked around the area, going quiet again at the sight of still too many more people than he was used to. As they passed another restaurant, he suddenly became alarmed and hid behind her as a short skeleton stepped outside, looking very happy to see her. "Hey, kid! Haven't seen you in a long tim
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 4 by Caroline1539, literature
Literature
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 4
Frisk gave Asriel a slight smile as she took hold of his arm, using her shoulder as support to let the exhausted goat boy return to the house. As the two stepped through the doorframe, they were greeted with the familiar smell of butterscotch-cinnamon pie as Toriel pulled said pie out of the oven, her smile gentle as she looked to the two.
Her eyes shone softly as she cheerily gestured for the whole group to sit down, "Alright everyone, let's sit down and have some of this delicious pie~"
Asgore gave a smile as he lumbered over to the table and sat down-the heavy oak chair groaning slightly as he gestured for the two to sit on either side.
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 3 by Caroline1539, literature
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Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 3
After a few more moments of clinging onto his dad, Asriel reluctantly let him go and slipped down to the floor. "Come on, let's see if Mom needs help." He said, giving Asgore a rather subdued smile compared to the one he had been wearing earlier. He took his Dad's hand in his own small paws and tugged him into the kitchen, giving him a playful smile as he did so, eager to see how Toriel was getting on without them. As they passed Frisk, he gave her a slightly questioning look before pulling Asgore into the kitchen and announcing that he wanted to help with making the pie, despite being so small he could hardly see over the kitchen counter. He
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 2 by Caroline1539, literature
Literature
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 2
At the blinding sunlight, Asriel made a small noise and squeezed his eyes shut, burying his head in Frisk's shoulder before slowly blinking them open, being careful to squint before opening them fully. At the sight of the meadow, he gasped in surprise and wonder, the grass rustling around him as a gentle breeze ran through it. He rose his head and looked around attentively, taking it all in and making sure not to hit Frisk with his horns as he did so. "Frisk, is this...?" He asked, before his eyes widened in awe as he caught sight of the sun. "Frisk...I haven't even seen this in..." He started, trailing off as tears of joy filled his eyes, a
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 1 by Caroline1539, literature
Literature
Undertale: Reunions and Farewells Chapter 1
Asriel walked over to the patch of flowers, humming a small, rather sad sounding tune to himself as he made sure not to spill the water out of the watering can he had found in his mother's former home. Sprinkling the water gently over the quiet golden flowers, he sighed quietly as he felt something within him twinge, pulling at him gently. It wouldn't be long soon. His expression turned sad and he blinked away a few tears, sniffing quietly as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his green and yellow sweater before he continued watering, resuming his humming and trying not to dwell on the thoughts of his new and last best friend, as well as hi
Unlikely Friends: Ch. 2 by Caroline1539, literature
Literature
Unlikely Friends: Ch. 2
Alexis laughed as she skipped into work alongside Vincent. "Didya miss me~?"
Vincent gave her a cold look as he sat down in the spare chair next to the desk. "No, but I did miss my wallet." He said, the false happiness in his voice sickening as he grinned at her, his gray eyes glinting dangerously. "Give it back."
~~~
Alexis only cocked her head mischieviously before pointing to his pocket, "You mean the one in your pocket?"
~~~
His eyes narrowed at her as he confirmed her statement by checking. "Nice sleight of hand." He said quietly before looking up at her again.
"Don't do that again." He warned in a low voice, the dangerous glint d
Look at you
You hooded thing.
Hiding your face with a mask that betrays more
Than your true identity ever could.
What are you, little one?
You slip so easily into the shadows,
As if you're one yourself.
Silent and cautious,
No one really recognizes you
For what you are.
Oh yes, you tell them.
You show them distorted images
And broken sentences
Baring your soul to anyone who will listen.
Anyone who will look.
But they don't see you.
As hard as you try,
As much as you scream at them,
They never see you for you.
You dance around the fringes of their world,
So much a part of it,
And yet you're a complete stranger as well.
Spreading your han