a lonely god | words by hat

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 420px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; margin-top:5px]all alone in the dark a lonely god waits, seeking the sunlight that shunned them so long ago

welcome to my little hidey hole, this is a place for me to store notes and short things i write, most of which will be done late at night so it might not make that much sense. if you wish to i am more than happy to talk about any fandom i am in, i am also open to ideas so feel free to invade my inbox if you want, just please do not take anything from here

also, as a forewarning, i am primarily writing undertale for the moment, original content will pop up as well, but out of the fandoms i am in undertale is the only one i am currently writing for actively. the chara, asriel, frisk, and flowey that will turn up in my undertale pieces are my own versions, while asriel and flowey keep the base of how they are in the game there is changes in them, chara and frisk are mine in terms of history, personality, and so on

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 420px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify] chocolate pie & the future
undertale - chara dreemurr and asriel dreemurr - pre-flowey

"Do... do you think we'll ever reach the surface?" Uncertain were these words, so simple yet with an answer that weighed heavy, a soft murmur in his ear. So many times before he had posed the same question to himself in the dark of night when sleep had been unkind, placating himself with answers he knew were not true deep down in his heart, just wishing the pain would go away. Yet he knew these lies would be useless, that they would see through his words even if they wanted so badly to believe.

"I don't know, none of us do," his voice was stronger than it had any right to be, an edge making the words sharp and he felt them draw away, heard the clatter as their plate was put to the side. "Why would you want to go back, they were so mean to you."

There was no thought behind these words, they simply rushed forth and he knew he had made a mistake, he had promised not to talk about it again, to let the past be just that. But he could not easily push from his mind the day he had found them, battered and bruised all because of a simple mistake, each sob a request to die. He could not see why they were so ready to return, to see the family that had left scars upon them, had tried so viciously to tear them apart for not being the perfect child, why he was not enough to make them happy.

"Chara, I'm sor-" Silence rushed forth to fill the void his voice left when he pushed himself up, rocking forward onto his knees, only to find he was alone. All around the bright yellow flowers shimmered beneath the weak rays of sunlight which penetrated the darkness, a field of gold he was lost within, cast adrift in a world that would turn it's back on him, alone except for his shadow.

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undertale - chara dreemurr and asriel dreemurr - pre-flowey

Each breath that escaped those cracked, bloody lips set another spark alight deep within aching lungs, quick and low, shallow sips of pollen filled air that is released mere seconds after. Slowly their pain had waned, the sharp sting fading until it was nothing more than an ache, a dull echo flowing through their body, their body growing heavy. Sleep seemed so welcoming in those moments, their mind struggling to find a reason as to why they must keep their eyes open, a reason to keep going and live in torment. Had this not been what they had wanted, an end to the pain of a life that had become a curse they could no longer bare.

"H-hey, wake up!" Fingers gripping at their shoulder, digging in, pinching at the skin. A soft voice, shaky and uncertain, filled with worry, or maybe that is merely their mind playing tricks on them. "Please wake up, come on, open your eyes!" Stronger this time is the voice, the worry sharpened by anger and the fingers dig deeper, cutting into their skin.

This was no mere trick of their mind, the pain is too real, a sting that awakens the ache deep in their body, their lips falling apart to admit a gasp. Everything hurts so much. There is no other choice and they comply, forcing their eyes open with some difficulty, the sight which greeted them hazy and odd, a misshapen figure crouched over them.

"Let me die, please, let me die. I can't do this anymore." Their voice is soft and scratchy, each word tearing at their throat but they must speak, make themself heard, understood.

The figure is slow to respond, it's hand drawn away and they hear more than see it move, settling beside them. Gentle is the touch of this stranger, it's fingers brushing along their head in a gesture of comfort, a finality to their words keeping them quiet, and somewhere deep down they are happy the stranger stayed at their side. "I'm not gonna let you die."