Petalthorn

     Ragged breaths left him as he pushed through the tall grass, blinded by his luminescent tears—but he didn’t slow. One foot in front of the other in a frantic, haphazard pace. There was no time to register where he was—all he knew was that he had to get away, alone, isolated—he had to, before he gave—before he—     A gasp escaped him as something snagged his foot, and with a choked cry, and a clattering thud—Sans hit the soft earth, his skull finding itself just outside of the grass he had ran through—the river flowing by quietly.    His bones rattled as he shook and shuddered, sitting u

     “All right,” came a warm, soft spoken voice in a barren room as she watched two Monsters worked together to move a bunkbed. Massive paws and nimble hands of bone supported the structure as they carefully moved it across.    Toriel, the Queen of Monsters smiled as Asgore and Papyrus worked together to set it down in the new home the group had built on Mt. Ebott. The empty place was reminiscent of Papyrus’s and San’s house, except next to the stairs, there was an indent in the wall where the TV would have been. Instead, that was where they were placing the bunkbed down so that it could be a temporary room for Fris