HummingKitten

I could feel their gazes resting upon me. Both those physically here- like Papyrus, and those not- like the voices. I, the supposed underground's angel, felt the crushing weight of not just this timeline, but the next, and every timeline that had come before resting carefully upon fragile wings. Like one wrong move... one wrong word... would cause everything to shatter. I stood still, my breathing steady as my own, brown eyes gazed not back at the abyss, but at the two options that lay before me. Two buttons. Both of them glowed a golden fire, enchanting and gorgeous, yet despite this, would either outcome truly be as pretty as this? Float

(After about 3 months... ow, that hurts to read, BrokenTale is back! *throws confetti* Thank you so much for your patience! And, if you're new to the series, welcome! <3 This is the second-to-last chapter ((well, I might write more for BrokenTale after, we'll see, but for the actual story I'm p sure we only have 1 chapter left)). We've finally returned! I'll add a link to the AO3 version in the description! I re-wrote a bunch of chapters. The story itself didn't change, but writing is hopefully better.) It felt like I was on another planet. The world was dark as the night, yet shadows did not fall, and I could see everything clearly. A so

A king, looking upon the kingdom he ruled, let out a quiet sigh. It was times like these where the weight of the crown he wore was the worst. It was at times like these where the armor he wore no longer felt like it protected him- it felt like it trapped him to his role- to lead the monsters to the surface, no matter the cost. To protect his people with his life. But now, it crushed him, the burden to bear felt too great. The king was loosing hope. He ruled a broken kingdom. A quiet observer from the start, even now he felt hesitant to act at all. He hadn't left his castle since the human arrived. The Ruins, the home the monsters all liv

(I want to deeply apologize again for the ridiculous wait. This should NOT have taken this long. June was a rough month and I didn't really have time to get much done with all the stress piling up... and I was having a bit of trouble getting this chapter out after all of that was done. Feel free to re-read the last few chapters if you don't remember exactly where we left off, as admittedly I had to re-read a little bit to get back into the swing of things after being gone for so long. I thank you so much to whoever reads this! This isn't yet the last chapter, but I felt like after such a long break, I should thank everyone who's stuck with me

Even though stealing is wrong... I believe they are meant for you, Frisk... Take 'em... you'll need them... Take both of them... Take care of your friends... Stay safe... Stay determined... There's no label on them.... don't necessarily belong to anyone... shhh.... With a small chuckle, I realized the voices were making it very clear I should take them. I visibly smiled at the response I got, filled with determination as I placed the heart locket around my neck, and placed the dagger carefully into a pocket, my hand resting on it, ready to pull it out to defend both myself and my friends. It felt so right, so natural. The knife, I und