Last Hurrah

Please read til the very end. If you don’t want to read the two stories, then please just skip to the end, where I talk and explain a few things.

Last Hurrah

In the end, there wasn’t really much that was special . We were just a few kids, hoping to create something more. All we had ever wanted was to have a purpose.

We were just six kids who wanted to disappear. Well, I doubted Caci wanted to disappear. She was just brave enough to come with us.

Honour was tired of the bullying. Aqa was tired of the violence. Percy was tired of the abuse. Lestin was tired of the unjustness of it all. Caci was tired of watching. Sahana was tired of lying. I was tired of the pain, the death.  I guess that would make seven of us, not six.

The details don’t matter.

We were all friends, and we were all important to each other. Our world was so bad, that the only reason we lived was for each other. The only reason we stayed was to see each other. All of us were together, and that was all we needed.

That was our purpose.

Our purpose was to live for each other. To give each other life. To help each other grow. As long as we were together, there would be no need for death.

And… after years of it, we couldn’t take it anymore. We all really loved each other. But the pain, the pain that our parents gave us, the pain that the others our age gave us. It was too much. And… we all wanted to disappear. It would be away to escape the pain that they had caused us.

I still the words Caci told us when we decided to leave. “It’s not cowardice if the only reason you’re running away is to live.” There had been tears streaming down her eyes, the tears meant for me. She wanted to me forever, believing that I was gone. Though, in reality, it was Sahana who had left, and had then fought desperately to come back. I gave her myself. I gave her control. I tried to give her another chance.

But it didn’t stop the fear. We were leaving our village, the only place we had ever called home, and we were never coming back. There was a chance that we would starve out there. There was a chance that we would get killed by wild animals out there. There were so many terrible possibilities. Yet, we still took the chance. We all needed a purpose to live.

It was maybe a month after we had left that we stumbled at the bottom of Mount Ebot.

“Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return,” Mother had said, a month before she became sick. She had shared with these words with me, and only me, saying that I should only tell Sahana when necessary.

We were all starving. We were all thirsty. It seemed as if there was no hope for us now, though Percy was still holding on.

I leaned down, and whispered into Sahana’s ear. “Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return.”

Before I knew it, we were staring into a giant pit that we found in a cave on the mountain. It was so deep, we couldn’t see the bottom.

The others looked skeptical, but I knew it. I knew that this place had our purpose. At the time, I didn’t know how I knew. Now that I think about it, it was probably my soul trait telling me that our patience was finally rewarding us. Sahana couldn’t tell, though.

“This is the place,” I whispered to myself. Percy was standing right next to me, so she was the only one that heard me.

“What?” she looked at me, and her eyes widened. What? Was there a ghost behind me?

I realized that I had taken control of my body. In a few moments, my body would return to it’s original form.

This was a problem, but not a big one. I quickly released my control and returned it to Sahana. She shivered.

I don’t like being outside, she told me. It’s like I’m a ghost. It’s like I’m dead.

I decided not to mention that in reality, she was dead.

“You feel like this is the place, Sah?” Percy asked her. I guess Sahana decided to go along with my opinion, because she nodded her head.

“I have the same feeling,” Honour said. She pulled her ribbon out of her hair, then handed it to Sahana. “Wrap this around your cut, Sahana,” she told her.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Sahana replied, gingerly caressing the ribbon. “Isn’t this the last thing your father ever gave you?”

“That’s why I’m giving it to you. Because it’s important.”

“Let’s jump,” Aqa said flatly. He was kind. He was kind enough not to draw it out, to make it even harder. Something are better if we get them over with quickly. That’s what he had always said.

“If we die, I’m going to kill you, Sahana.” Lestin, with his bright, positive attitude. (That's sarcasm.)

“Let’s do this,” Sahana said, after she was finished wrapping the ribbon around her ankle.

So we all held hands, and jumped. There wasn’t any fear anymore. If we were to die during this, we would die. If there was some kind of greater adventure, then we would experience that great adventure.

Either way, something was going happen. All I had to do was stay patient.

“This way!” Caci yelled as we stumbled through Snowdin. The armor that Toriel had provided for us was weak, old, and about to fall apart. If we didn’t get new stuff soon, there was a greater risk of dying.

We ended up running into a dark, mysterious room. It had four glowing mushrooms in the corners, and in front of us, there was a door. I, personally, didn’t want to open it.

“Let’s stay here for now, so that the Royal Guard doesn’t find us,” Caci said. She spotted Lestin’s dust-covered armor.

I did the same. “I wonder who could have used this armor before us,” Sahana said, echoing my thoughts.

We sat and thought. And we waited for the guards to leave. We couldn’t go anywhere when the guards were out there.

We had a new purpose. Our old purpose was still more important, but we still had a new one. It was to free all monsters from the Underground.

Oh. Also. It didn’t take long for us to figure out the prior owners of the armor. It was us. The dust had been caused by humans.

Sometimes, when people looked at my soul, they thought it was weird. Of course, they thought it was Sahana’s soul, but still. Something about it seemed off.

They were right. My soul wasn’t just my soul. It contained the leftover remains of Sahana’s soul, her soul of Justice. If you looked closely at my soul, you could see the small yellow sparks of light. They were very, very small, but they were there. Those leftover sparks of Sahana, my twin sister, was what had control of my body. Of course, I was infinitely stronger than her, since she was dead, I let her have control. She didn’t want to leave yet. She wanted to live. So I let her stay, inside of my. I let her take MY chance.

But still, I was nervous. So like everyone else, I practiced magic. I strengthened my soul. So that just in case, I would be able to fight, too. I would stay patient. And I would wait, even though I had given up my chance. If I ever got my chance back, I would make sure that I knew how to use it.

They weren’t enough. WE weren’t enough. Our magic power wasn’t strong enough. The power of six humans wasn’t enough. We had spent YEARS in the Underground, training to fight Asgore, and learning the rules and laws. We couldn’t just lose now.

They had given us so much assistance: Toriel, Sans, Doctor Gaster, Ariel, the Royal Guard even. This place had been our home for years, and it was filled with so much love and joy. It was so much different from the surface. We couldn’t understand why the monsters wanted to go there, but if it would make them happy, we would help them. We had to.

Yet we were failing. This was the most important thing in our journey, and we were FAILING.

“Everyone, behind me!” Aqa shouted, and summoned his Soul Shield. The rest of us darted behind it, as it took the blow of Asgore’s attack.

“Lestin, now!” Percy shouted, as she threw her notebook into Asgore’s trident. She would probably never get it back.

“Right!” Lestin shouted. He shot his gun, which hit Asgore square in the calf. Yet Asgore still wasn’t falling.

“Sahana!” Honour called. They both charged out from behind the shield, each hoping to land attacks on Asgore.

As Honour kicked Asgore all over using her ballet shoes, Sahana tried to stab his arms, that were holding the trident, using her (toy) knife.

Asgore looked at them sadly, then grabbed Sahana. She gasped. He smacked Honour away from him. Holding Sahana by the neck, he whispered, “I’m sorry, child.”

Using his trident, he stabbed her. Sahana fell limp. Honour screamed. Aqa stared. Caci charged, though Asgore pushed away, just like how he had with Honour. Percy is just standing there. She’s frozen in fear.

Surprisingly, Sahana is grinning. It is the biggest smile that I have ever seen on her face. It’s an angry grin, and a sense of justice.

“If you think that you've killed me, you’re wrong,” she said, gritting her teeth.  “I’ve already been dead for years.” There was a sharp gleam in her eyes. “This body doesn’t belong to me.”

Asgore’s eyes widened as he stared at her. I wondered what he was thinking.

Sahana looked at everyone else, who was watching in horror. She smiled at them. “Thanks for everything, guys,” she said. “Also. Tell my brother I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about?” Percy asked.

“Thank him for me, will ya?”

Then she was gone. My body fell completely limp, and I could feel the pain in my chest, and blood pouring out of the wound. Asgore’s trident was still in my body. In a few seconds, my body would return to it’s original form.

Still. I would stay patient. I would pick the right time to push the trident out.

“SAHANA!” I heard Aqa scream.

“No…” Honour whispered to herself.

Now. I raised my arm and grabbed the trident. As I pushed it away from me, I walked backwards, until I was free. The wound was still there. My hair was still long. I still had the ribbon. I was still wearing a dress. And I was still wearing armor.

I looked Asgore in the eye as everything changed. My hair was somehow becoming shorter, my dress was changing into a long jacket, a white shirt, and a brown pair of pants. (I also returned to my original gender, which was male.) I felt the inside of my neck shift around, probably to change my voice, too.

“Asgore Dremmur,” I said. Yes. It felt good to have control again. To have a body again. I tilted my head. “I sacrificed so much, just give Sahana my chance. You’re going to pay for giving it back.”

“Take good care of our souls for us, you monster,” Aqa had said. It was rare that Aqa would tell someone something unkind, even if they were the enemy. “After all, you owe us now.”

But that had been a long time ago. Our souls were packed in jars, and our bodies were in grave, all of us together, even in death.

All we could do now was wait. And we had been waiting. For years. And years. And years.

The others were bored. They wouldn’t stop complaining about how boring everything was. They wouldn’t stop asking me how I wasn’t bored. Patience IS my trait, after all.

But the wait was so long. And it was so tempting just to give us. Of course, Percy never let us. She felt that somehow, we would accomplish our purpose, even when we stuck in the jars.

“NO…. NOOO… NOOO!” Omega Flowey yelled. “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO OBEY MEEE!”

The Flower was a traitor. He promised us freedom, and the ability to fulfill our purpose, but he had lied. The traitor.

*Reset in progress. Human souls will not the Omega Flowey fight.*

Using all our souls, Asriel fought. He fought and fought and fought. But just as we had, he failed. And we had lost. We had fought for him, so so many times. We had let him use our magic.

At least we were all together. We all held onto each other, afraid of what was going to come next. We were surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of monsters. But just as they currently didn’t have the power to hurt us, we didn’t have the power to hurt them.

“What do we do?” Caci asked. She was brave enough to state the question that we had all been thinking.

Percy smiled sadly at us. “The first thing we have to do is to not give up,” she said.

Aqa looked at all the monsters that were floating around us. “How do we save them?”

None of us answered for a moment.

“I don’t know,” Honour said, looking at her feet.

“Shouldn’t we first ask, ‘How do we save ourselves?’” Lestin replied.

“Yea.” Caci said.

“We don’t have any bodies to return to,” I stated.

“Maybe we can use this chance to free everyone!” Percy grinned. She never gave up, and always saw the bright side of everything.

“Maybe,” Aqa said, a small bit of determination returning to him.

“Frisk huh? That’s a nice name.”

What? Who was that?

“Is that Flowey?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Who cares?”

“Maybe it’s Asriel.”

“Maybe with his help, we can free them,” Aqa said.

“But how do we tell him what’s going on?” Honour asked. “He’s outside, and we’re inside.” She looked at me. “Maybe you can do it, Seth. After all, you let Sahana have control for seven years.”

Sahana. My sister. The one who left. The one who came back. The one who never left me, even when she was gone. That doesn’t make sense, does it? Death does that to people.

“Alright,” I said. This was something I was particularly skilled at, so I guess I could do it once more, this last time.

I exited the body, but my soul was still inside Asriel. I was an entity similar to a ghost. I knew how to do this. I knew how this worked. There was nothing to be worried I about. I WOULD succeed.

I looked at Asriel, and saw that he was conversing with… a human? There was a human? They were a small child, with brown short brown hair, and a blue sweater with two purple stripes.

This must be Frisk. I wondered if they could see me.

But right now, I had a goal. I leaned down, and whispered into Asriel’s ear. “Finish what you started.” Asriel’s eyes widened. You can feel our souls, can’t you? They’re all beating as one. They all wish to be free.”

That was all I could do. Doing more would cause trouble.

I smiled as I returned to my friends. “I think I succeeded, I said.

“Summon forth all your magic!” Aqa cried, as we attacked the barrier.

The knives that my sister had used somehow appeared behind me.

“Attack the barrier!” Caci cried.

All of us, us humans, the monsters, we all attacked. The barrier was fighting back, but we would win. We HAD to win.

The barrier was destroyed.

As I collapsed to the ground, so did everyone else. The monsters were all disappearing, presumably to return to their own bodies.

We were the only ones left.

The humans.

We knew that this was our end.

“Thanks for the fun times!” Caci. She was brave enough to go first.

“It was nice know you all,” Aqa. Kind till the very end.

“I’ll miss you guys.” Honour. Her words were filled with integrity.

“Like was cool when you guys were around.” Lestin. I wondered, how on earth was Lestin Justice? He was more “Loyal.”

“We never gave up. We all persevered.” Percy. Her words rang true. She was filled with perseverance.

For a little while, there was silence.

I looked at my soul, and my eyes (slightly) widened. There, tied to it, was Sahana’s ribbon. I raised my shaking hand and grabbed it.

I shifted my head and looked at everyone else. They were all waiting for me to say something.

“Thanks for being my purpose.”

Our souls cracked in half, then into fourths, then completely shattered. Our ghost-like bodies faded away.

In the end, there wasn’t really much that was special . We were just a few kids, hoping to create more. All we had ever wanted was to have a purpose.

This was our Last Hurrah.

The Introvert

As I wandered through the amino, I saw the post. The post that Platy had told me about. The Soul Olympics.

It was there, sitting on the Featured Feed. But I paid no attention. After all, it was just an event that I wasn’t going to be a part of, even if I tried.

Yet, I found myself scrolling through it. [BC]Teams

“Team Determination [Judging Team]

Team Bravery

Team Integrity

Team Justice

Team Kindness

Team Patience

Team Perseverance”

….

I couldn’t help but smile. None of these traits represented me. I wan’t determined. I wasn’t brave. I wasn’t honest. I wasn’t just. I… wasn’t always kind. I had no patience. How much I persevered on something depended on what it was.

There would be no point.  Yet, I found myself clicking the link for Team Perseverance. Even if none of these traits represented me, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

I read through the criteria for Team Perseverance. Maybe. Just maybe.

I went back to the other post, and clicked the link for Team Patience. Though I was anything but patient, I couldn’t help but look through it. Despite my looks, blue was my favorite color. (Looks: the only color my avatar usually wears is green.)

I couldn’t decide. Which would I attempt? Perseverance? Or Patience?

In the end, I decided to try to Team Patience. I clicked the link to the recruit chat, which took me to the door of the chat room. The rules of the chat were hanging on a sign on the wall. I skimmed them, the pushed open the door to see what I would find inside.

There, there were tons and tons of people! There was a storyshift Asriel, a glitchy skeleton, and so many more! Just how many people were trying to get into the teams?

I looked at all the people around me and shivered nervously. They were all wrapped up in their own conversations.

This was it. I had to fake my confidence. The only thing that the others could see of me was a giant, heart balloon.

“Hi!” I said, acting as if there was nothing to fear.

“Hello!” Everyone started replying back at once. Oh god, now what?

“It was really hard to choose between Team Patience and Perseverance,” I told them, the only reason to make conversation.

The glitchy skeleton, Luna da Skele Glitch, walked up to me. “You made the right decision!” She raised her hand out in front of me. “I’m Luna, by the way.”

“I’m Felki!” I shook her hand enthusiastically.

The entire time, my avatar shown with fake enthusiasm, and confidence. Yes, I told everyone else about my nervousness, but still. I think that everything I was doing would make them think that I was a girl. Me as a girl. Doesn’t actually sound too bad.

The interview was absolutely terrifying. I had failed in getting an interview with Jess, and now, my only option was Tavros. The leader. The big guns. I patiently waited in the one-on-one chat room, hoping that Tavros would come into the room.

They did! Just the fact that they had come to the interview filled me with joy. Tavros looked at me as they sat down.

I started to speak. I only had five sentences to explain why I would be a good member for Team Patience. “My name is Felki. I am a hard worker who will do almost anything to my cause. I am a good team member, always doing my best to try and brighten other people’s days. I can make art for the Olympics. I will be a patient person that will never give up trying to achieve better than my best.”

My hands shook as I lifted the pictures of my art to show them. Then I spoke again. “Please.. If you don’t choose me, I’ll understand.”

After a little while, Tavros finally spoke. “I think you need to work more on you shading and proportions before you can Team Patience,” they said. “You can still make posts for the team by adding the team’s hashtag on your blogs!”

“Ok! Thank you!” I said. I was crushed. I hadn’t made it. Hah. I had known it from the start. I knew that getting my hopes up would be a bad idea.

But just as Tavros was about to walk out the door, I cried out, “Wait!” Tavros looked at me. I held up a picture of the best (and most recent) art I had ever done.

They looked at it, and said, “Decent, but needs much more shading.”

I was growing desperate. “I can also write stories!” this would be my last, desperate attempt.

“Can I see your stories?” Tavros asked.

Yes! I got them to stay, at least a little longer!

“One sec….” I said, searching through my gallery. There wasn’t anything there. Oh god. Then I breathed in. And out. “Unfortunately, I can only send you pictures of a computer screen, if that’s okay with you,” I told them.

“K.”

I held up the pictures I had just taken, the pictures that showed my story, Dark Fury.

Tavros looked at me and slightly smiled. (I think.) “Please followme so that I can add you to the chat,” they said.

“I am following you,” I replied.

A few seconds later, I found myself in the chat of Team Patience. I had made it! I had made it!

Maybe… just maybe… I wouldn’t be an introvert anymore.

(The art that I have used in this post belongs to me. I do have progress shots for the first one, which I will put on a separate post. For the second one, I only have one progress shot that’s not really like progress, but unfortunately it will have to do, since I made it during school.)

Hey guys! Felki here, and welcome to another one of my posts! Honestly, I feel like this is the most important post I have ever made. Now, you all know about the Soul Olympics, right? It’s an event that started months ago.

And it’s not over. Though it seems like it, it’s still happening. It’s still going on. But… I don’t want to believe that anymore. I don’t want to the Soul Olympics as pure boredom. When the chats were dead. Sharing anything, just desperate for something to happen. Not doing anything for my team, even when the olympics were still happening. I don’t want to that.

I want to the good things that came with the Soul Olympics. I want to meeting Luna the Skeleglitch for the first time, and making art for Theo, and looking at Aldyaina’s beautiful art, and hanging out with Lucinda, Cleasia, Xy (who called me sister which makes me super happy),Dab (Just another Monster), Spear, Ceno, Snow Poff, Rayann, Faded Miracle, Testified Terror, Fandoms United, Ketsuki Hai, Lonely Glam, Anna, Thora, Everything Fan Girl, Fell Sans, and Xentreos. There are so many people that I’d like to thank for all the awesome stuff that happened to me during the Soul Olympics. I really will miss you guys.

Another thing that I want to about the Soul Olympics: my first feature! The Patient Child. After Chapters 3 and 4, I never continued it, though.

So many amazing things have happened during this time. I’m grateful. But now… I’m done. In my eyes, the Soul Olympics is over. There is no need to continue to create Patience posts.

And. I want you guys to make these too. Your Last Hurrahs. Add art, or a story, or anything that has to do with you team. Make it meaningful. Let it remind you of all the fun you had during this event. And once you’ve shared it with the, world, let it go. After all, this event and a wonderful beginning. I feel as if we have to give this event a wonderful, beautiful beginning too.

I’m not saying that you have to make a Last Hurrah. I would just appreciate it if you did. And you don’t have to make it right away. Just make it whenever you feel that the Soul Olympics is over. Once you feel that it’s the right time to let go. And if you do, add the hashtag, #LastHurrah. I would love to learn about all the wonderful experiences that people have had during this event.

     I really hope that this gets featured. And even if it doesn't I still want a lot of people to read my message.

48 hours after this is posted, the #TeamPatience will be removed from my name. The blue hearts will stay, as a reminder of a distant memory.

After all, not everything lasts forever.

This was my Last Hurrah.

Thank you.

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