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The faint and steady sounds of distantly dripping water roused him into awareness of the world around him. Not that there was much to it anymore. A small patch of gleaming golden flowers, that was his world now, he couldn’t move anymore. He didn’t have the determination. Not that it mattered, everyone was gone and he was all alone.
It hadn’t been long since Frisk, obnoxious, stupid, kind, infuriating, merciful, Frisk had released the monsters from the Underground. (Maybe a few weeks, no more. Time was hard to keep track of when you only had faint light from above to go by.) They had broken the barrier and led their new family away, away from heartbreak and pain and the game that he had played. God, how he’d hurt them. How he’d relished in causing the pain, getting joy from it. No wonder they all left without a second glance (a quiet voice reminded him of Frisk’s goodbye visit. He brushed it off). He would be alone now, unable to hurt, unable to feel. Because he couldn’t feel not at all…could he?
The sound of a pathetic, hiccupping sob startled him into looking around, searching for the sound.
His petals wilted as he realized that HE had made the noise.
Anyone in the Underground (which was to say no one, he was alone and always would be) would have heard the cry that echoed next, sounding for all the world like a wounded animal. They would have heard the crazed laughter mixed with loud sobs as the child turned flower lamented his sins.