Here I have collected a few short stories I wrote a little while ago. All are set in different routes (although buttercups is before the a route takes place, I class it as pacifist). I hope you enjoy them. There is no word count, as it's hard to do that for multiple stories at once.
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Neutral
Regrettable, forgettable.
(Dark themes. Skipping is advised for the faint hearted.)
The door creaked open, revealing a short monster tiptoeing into inside. The air smelt like chemicals, and it filled her with an odd feeling...determination. She quickly ran out of the polluted room before she got a lethal dose. Walking into the room where she used to keep the final test, she sat down.
'I suppose that's why the previous scientist only built one...'
Her thoughts buzz around in her head, as she continues through the halls.
'I bet he didn't do something so...cowardly.' She kept walking. There was nothing for her to do now, not since her experiments failed, and the human had left...left without them. And to think that she had helped them...no wonder the other monsters don't talk to her anymore. Especially since the king...
She shut the door behind her. Now she was alone, she spoke aloud.
"It's funny..." she began, nearly in tears. "The truth never set me free." She looked at the mirror, at her reflection, before turning away in disgust from what she saw.
"But I can do it myself."
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Pacifist
Buttercups
Darkness filled the caverns. All that could be seen was the dim glow of a flame, burning in a small cottage. The surrounding area was silent, as night hit the underground.
Asriel stared at his dying sibling, tears welling in his eyes. There was nothing left to do other than fulfil his duty...the one Chara had gave him. A soul floated from the dying child's body. They were suffering no longer. And soon, neither would the underground.
Asriel stepped out the barrier, the sunlight dancing on his skin. But he had no time to think of how nice it felt. He had a job to do. Walking out to the village, he tried to convince himself he could do it...
But he couldn't.
One day their job will be finished, and Asriel will awake with his sibling. But for now Chara's buried, and Asriel's dust shall remain in the garden, dancing with the buttercups.
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genocide
A killers thoughts.
There is nothing to be afraid of. That's what I keep telling myself. Yet there's something that I know isn't right. I'm doing the right thing, I'm doing the wrong thing. Perhaps I'm doing nothing. All I know is that I must keep going. Why? Why not.
It's not simple curiosity...it's survival. I kill or I be killed. This simple philosophy was taught by the greatest survivor of all, and I followed his word. What other way is there.
And yet before I've saved them. I've saved the day...or did I melt away? I guess it's all the same.
And, perhaps it doesn't matter what I'm doing, or even why. All that matters is that I keep going. Determination, termination. They both keep me safe. So, why ponder on if what I'm doing is 'right' or 'good'?
I know saving doesn't work. I tried that. So what about fighting? Where does that lead me? I don't simply want to know, I need to know. It's my goal, and I must reach it.
And no. I'm not them. I'll give them their name back someday. But today it's a good alias.
...This monologue has gone on long enough. I save my file, and walk away.
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| CHARA - LV 19 |
| New home |
| *Determination |
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Cover art by BetaAurra, harumi-kyun and kyashee.
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