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Dark.
It was all dark.
They no longer existed, but they were fine with that.
They’d been fine with that all those years ago, and they were fine with that now.
What a pathetic state—considered “dead” by all, barely conscious as the last scrap of your life remains intact yet caged, forcing them to be stuck in a perpetual nothingness, all while conscious.
But they didn’t regret it.
Those monsters they’d met, though it was but for a day, didn’t deserve their painful fate.
They knew it’d been so long since they’d seen them.
They despised the thought of it, but it still came to mind: what if one of them hadn’t made it this far?
They didn’t want to know.
Either way, the sacrifice they made wouldn’t be in vain.
Their life held worth: they knew that, and valued themself.
But those people.
Those parents, those children, those friends and siblings who all were sealed away to this undeserving demise…
Those people needed it more than they did.
Now, Clover knew all of this. Clover always knew what was right.
But an unanswered call for help would not go by them without a reaction.
And when the call came…
They could only think of one thing—the one thing they never did that day, despite it being with them all along.
They reached for their gun.
They could see a tiny speck of red among attacks the likes of which they had never seen before.
It was a slim chance. But this person. This human , they realized…
They needed their help.
And anyone who knew Clover would bet their ass Clover was going to.
So they aimed.
The gun turned green.
And they shot.
They could see others were helping this human, too. And this feeling in their gut was just.
They saw the other SOULs.
They joined, and surrounded this petaled menace.
And with all their might, they rebelled .
And then there was nothing. Until…
Something they’d grown to recognize happened.
A reload, to some extent. It wasn’t like those other brutal and sudden backwards jump in time.
But they existed again.
Was it Flowey?
They couldn’t tell, but they remained alone for hours until they could hear something.
Music.
They could see something.
A dazzling array of colors.
The human soul.
And then they awoke.
For real.