Sorry. || Goretober Event, a short story

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Art By: :blossom:

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Warning! This story contains mature things such as suicide, please be mindful before reading! Thank you!

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Introduction

Good Afternoon UTA! After A while, I had decided to post again! And what better way to do it, than to start with an event?.. The goretober has amazed me with all of its work, and I wanted to partake, now that I’m able to! My prompt is a phobia, thanatophobia, to be exact! The fear of death :)

The story will be about Charas death, the painful process, the fear building up to it. Pretty sad, is it not?..

I feel like the dear will be more of an internal sight, rather than an upfront horror. More of an eerie thing, my interpretation of the scene, as per usual

I hope you enjoy!

Time Taken: a few days of trial and error :)

Program Used: Google Doc

Word Count: 536

#GoretoberEvent2021

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Forgive me, for what I’m about to do.

Forgive me for everything.

There was eerie silence, waking up in the morning. No warmth, and comfort in my surroundings, as I knew the day that were to come.

I looked at the ceiling for a moment, a few deep breaths as I would tremble removing the covers, sitting up with blurred vision. Looking down at the floor I would rub my eyes slowly, before standing up.

The plan was simple. And by the end of this, I would.. I would be a hero, surely I shouldn’t be afraid, for saving everyone yet

did this really have to be the end?..

I pondered that question for a moment, walking out of the room, and shutting the door behind me for what would be the last time

It did.

The fate of the world, of monster kind was in my hands, and so were my family.

It.. filled me with something.. nice, inside. A fuzzy, tingling feeling..

Determination.

I need to get out of here.

Asgores garden isn’t too far from here, a bit always from our backyard near the greenhouse, buttercups, is that.. what it was?

The buttercups, is what would set myself, and the monsters free.

My heart felt heavy, making my way to the door, almost trembling as I’d turn the nob the outside. I need to stay confident

I need to stay brave, I need to stay determined.

I couldn’t help but to notice my legs trembling, and my breath getting heavier. As if my body were on autopilot I’d move to outside, to the garden that had waited my elegant demise, for me.

the flowers were so.. beautiful, freshly blossomed, with the beautiful smell that almost felt indescribable,

I slowly sat in the bed of flowers, the note was already placed, on the desk of my room

it was my time.

…. Why couldn’t I get myself to do it?…

I held back tears, taking deep, sharp breaths as the pent up fear I had held would slowly drizzle out, leaving wet tears painted on the beautiful flowers

cowardice, I was.

why was I so afraid? Why was.. I was I so hesitant, after all of this planning

The fate of the world, resting on my shoulders yet i remain so selfish to keep the things that may change the world.

I balled the flowers into my fists, shaking my head and rocking myself to find comfort in the next steps, shoving them uncontrollably down my throat, a weep as I would gag

it tasted sour, burning in my throat. The petals would fall out of my throat, and I’d sit there uneasy

Waiting, desperate.

forgive me, Asriel.

please, forgive me.

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A few hours later, the sound of a horrified scream would echo through the underground, in horror as their body lay limp along the bed, their heart glowing inside of them. Asriel would whimper, lifting up their cold corpse, shaking at the sight

he knew what he had needed to do.

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…. Thank you for reading :D