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there was once ... a time where you were afraid of humans, but as you got a little older those fears would eventually start to fade away.

( sure, this is only your second time seeing a human in the flesh but ... you're still not going to let this get you down )

especially not when ... wow !! she looked so cool !!

her style reminded you a lot of what catti had you dress up in for that album cover ...

( it may have been a one time thing but ... you'd be lying if you said you didn't still have an interest in it ... )

but ... oh, it looks like she looks ... kinda sad, doesn't it ?? did you hear her say something about having a ... shitty day, too ??

maybe it was the storm ... ?? you found yourself entering this cafe to ride things out, maybe it had been the same for her ??

... you decide to place an order as you think of whether or not you want to talk to her. the crackle of thunder was enough to make you think that ... you were going to be here for a while.

eventually ... you manage to muster up the courage to talk to her. maybe if you say something nice it might cheer her up a little ...

" i ... i, um -- i like your outfit. "

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🖤— Today had been a really disappointing day for Jane. Her book signing had been canceled due to bad weather, so she got all dolled up for nothing. It was a lot of work to look as good as she did. Putting on all that jewelry, wearing all that elaborate makeup, walking around in her heavy boots— it all took a lot of effort. Whenever Jane had a book signing, she always made sure to appear as professional as possible. Her fans loved her gothic look, it was one of the many reasons that she was so popular— so it was expected for her to show up in such a way. All of that was now a waste though, and Jane would just have to accept it.

Thinking about making an attempt to sooth her frazzled nerves, Jane entered a nearby cafe in hopes of getting some green tea and a pastry. Entering, she soon purchased her food and turned to make her way to the sitting area. A thunder storm had started outside, making the sky turn grey and dark.

Letting out a long sigh, Jane took a sip of her green tea as she looked off at seemingly nothing in particular with a bummed out expression.

“… What a shitty day…”

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🤕 - to dress your muse’s wound . ( cyberlayla )

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even in your 'dreams' you still are getting helped by others all the time ...

( and to think you got hurt over something so ... silly, too ... )

you let out a small sigh as you hold out your arm, trying not to look too much at it as its tended to. you can't believe that your arm ended up getting cut after you ran into those mice ...

... and even though it was a dream it felt so ... real.

gosh, noelle !! you really need to be more careful !! you would think to yourself.

" fahaha ... you have my thanks !! " you would say as you finally take a look at your arm, " if -- if it wasn't for you ... i don't know what i would have done ... ah, i would have hated to stain my pretty new outfit ... "

you looked just like an angel in it, all you really needed to sell the look was a halo and ... angel wings. you're sure there's a reason why you conjured up this version of yourself in this beautiful little dream of yours but ... at the moment you didn't really want to think about it all.

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sorry !! i was gone a few days !! i'll be back on probably saturday morning and sunday to catch up on things a bit !! <3

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got the next two days off ... birthday is tuesday so i'm hoping to get a good bit of stuff done while i can <3

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sometimes ... you wished you could go back to simpler times. pretend as though you didn't have the weight of your mothers world on your shoulders. to laugh and play as though you were a young girl, to sit in front of the television all night playing games and watching scary movies ...

... but, times had changed. those days were nothing but beautiful, fleeting memories of the past. you were growing up, you had ... expectations to uphold. you had school, you had to study ... you had to be perfect.

you wish ... you could just take time to yourself ... to relax with those you care about. to not always worry about ... everything.

you know you cannot return to the past, but ... some memories could be relived. at least ... maybe if you asked nicely, that is.

gentle knock is placed on the door to your sisters room, letting out an " it's just me !! " as you smile.

" could i ... just sit in your room for a little while ?? listen to you play on your guitar like i used to ... ?? "

you've been feeling a bit nostalgic ... and though your sisters room wasn't some magical place that you could disappear to ... it certainly felt like it was at times.

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you have always been one to make the most of simple moments.

( make every moment count, because you're not sure what will be your last ... )

you cherish the last moments you had with your sister, but you can't help but think of all the things you would have done differently if you knew the last time you'd see her ... would be the last time.

ah. but this isn't the time for sad thoughts !! you're with your friend, after all ...

you smile at her.

you were here to help her study ... and you certainly wouldn't be able to do that if you were too lost in your own thoughts.

" i ... made some gingerbread cookies for if we get hungry ... " even tried to make one in the shape of the two of you ... you thought that it would be a cute gesture.

though, on second thought, maybe it's a little ... morbid.

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( your hand hurts ... )

( you feel cold ... )

( and gosh ... it's so hard ... to focus ... )

you nearly shiver from the way they look at you. its chilling and ... unnerving. it makes your heart shiver, too.

" uwhuh ... huh ?? "

you stammer your words as they talk to you, rubbing one hand over the other.

" i --- i'm having fun. "

... well, normally you would be. but everything felt so ... wrong.

you're sure that those are the words that they want to hear, but you don't think your tone is believable.

" i'm ... glad to be spending the day with you. " a weak laugh, " just ... j -- just like old times, right ?? "

your mind was in a mess. you had a nightmare the night before ... and you can't stop thinking about everything that happened just a few nights ago ... when you couldn't sleep.

... was all that just a dream ?? or maybe this right here ... was the dream ... ??

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you almost seem to jump out of your skin at the sound of the thunder. its booming roars feel as though its coming from right behind you ... it makes you think of how scary and fickle nature can be. you ... hope that lightning doesn't strike anywhere close, but maybe that is simply due to your own worries getting the best of you.

( and gosh --- did you have a fair bit of time to sit with your thoughts ... )

even more worry comes from the way you hear them crack their joints as they finally stir awake. sure -- you had times when you'd feel achy when you woke but that ... was concerning. maybe it's just because of the way that they'd ended up falling asleep ?? desks tend not to make the best of pillows, and the position they were laying in ... couldn't have been the most comfortable, either.

" faha, yeah ... you're probably right. " you'd like to imagine that the faculty would check every room before locking up. but ... you've never stayed in school this late. " just a little worried ... i guess ?? wondering if maybe they tried to leave haphazardly before the storm hit but -- saying it out loud ... that sounds a bit silly ... "

c'mon, noel ... use your brain.

your fingertips tap on the desk, as your gaze meets theirs. why were they ... smiling at you like that ??

( maybe some kind of prank ?? it felt so ... unnatural and was ... more than just a little creepy. )

they tell you you should be more scared to be trapped here. the sentence alone is enough to make your blood go cold, the way that they were ... approaching you only making you feel more unsettled. they walked like they were some sort of zombie ... and your eyes go wide as they touch your shoulder, making you nearly jump in your seat in the process.

" eek !! " you squeak out a scream, placing your hand on your chest. a certain silence hangs heavy in the air, hands a little shaky. " th -- that ... isn't a funny prank ... kris ... !! " you eventually tell them. you take a deep breath, close your eyes for a few moments and ...

... okay. you think you're feeling a little better now. maybe, at least. your hands have stopped shaking, if nothing else. " it's ... it's okay just... " your gaze shifts away from them, down to the desk you sat at. " ... please. don't do that again. " it was scary. did they want to make you freak out ??

" i don't think it'd be safe either, though ... we don't want to get ... blown away, fahaha --- " you try to lighten the mood with a joke, but even you can feel it failing as the words leave you lips.

then they ask you why you stayed.

" oh um -- " it's a reasonable question, anyone --- everyone else would have simply left them be.

" i think ... um. if anything happened to you ... i would have felt bad. " storms like this ... they were dangerous. though you may have made a joke about it just a moment ago ... you didn't want them to get whisked away. you already had one important person in your life disappear.

... you didn't want it to happen to another. even if things were ... fractured -- at least compared to how they used to be. if something were to happen to them ...

( it'd shatter you into a million, teeny tiny pieces ... you wouldn't be able to come back from that. the guilt would eat you alive. )

" i just wanted ... to make sure that you got home safe. leaving you to wade through the storm alone felt cruel. so, i decided that if nobody else was going to ... then i may as well. "

sure, this probably should have been your teachers job, but, it's not like you would have anyone waiting for you at home right now anyways.

     *    YOU  DO  NOT  REMEMBER  HOW  LONG  YOU  HAVE  BEEN  ASLEEP.    the last thing that you remember was your haphazardly strewn along lecture notes.    it was barely legible,  difficult to    DECIPHER     what you were even trying to do that you could not help but wonder why you even tried.    your flimsy attempt at trying to be a little more functional failed horrendously.    now,  as it stands,  you are stranded inside the school as loud lightning    &    thunder crashes,  painting the skies in a     BLINDING    light for a brief moment.    so used to solitude,  you barely factor in the other presence in the room.

you still feel weary from everything.     although naps are a better    SOURCE    of energy than anything else,  there is still that looming fatigue that you just cannot seem to shrug off.    you figure that it will follow you for the rest of your life.     popping a few of your    JOINTS    to regain feeling in your otherwise still tired body,  you try to rise from your seat.    you have half a mind to dial your mother's number but you have a feeling that it would not go through anyway considering the     FEROCITY     of the present weather.    besides,  she knows that you would not be too far anyway.

a familiar voice causes your head to turn,  the sight of noelle immediately    REINVIGORATING     that dormant energy that lies within you.    suddenly,  this sight felt familiar.    noelle and you,  inside of a building,  the rain is coming down hard,  so you speak of plans through barely quiet giggles as you throw together a     PLAN    of having her sleep over.    (  you shake your head.  )      

"  definitely don't think they will lock us in here,  "     especially since you figure that there might also be more    FACULTY    members who are also waiting the storm out.    it would be dangerous for them to set off even with a vehicle,  after all.     then, a     STROKE     of mischief.   like a lightbulb going off in your head as you snap your gaze back towards her.    eerie,  your honeyed irises growing crimson in the dark.    with your head lowering,  you smile.

"  though,  i think,  you should be more    SCARED    of being trapped here. . .  "    taking a step forward,  you trudge slowly.    like you are possessed,  each patter of the rain against the roof greatly accentuating every footstep you are taking.    you are slow on one second,  then    FASTER    in the next.     

your hand plants itself on her shoulder,  smile a little off.     "  with    ME.  "     

CRASH   !       a flash of lightning.    

(  ...  )

your hand falls back to your side soon after,  awkwardness now starting to seep in again.    that was familiar.    TOO    familiar.    angels,  you would have hell to     PAY     if you actually scared her too much.    clearing your throat,  you recollect yourself.    "  sorry.  "    clicking your tongue,  it takes everything within you to not cuss yourself off.

"  but,  uh,  yeah,  i agree.    we should stay in for a bit.   i don't think it'd be    SAFE     if we rush home currently.  "     stuffing your clammy hands within your pockets,  you try to find something else to discuss about.    "  you didn't have to    WAIT    for me though.    why did you  ?  "

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you rub your hand across your cheek as they let go, feeling the warmth, smiling softly to yourself as you feel the bright red heat of your blush across your cheeks. you let your hand linger there for a moment ... your thoughts drifting to that of simpler times.

( and they ... they were smiling too ... )

it is only once they comment on your face being bright red that you move your hand away. " a -- am i ?? " eyes are wide, even though you know it to be true ... having them call you out like this ...

well ... it was still embarrassing.

you think about how they offer to tell susie about this. you even take a deep breath ... but then you shake your head.

" n -- no ... it's okay. some ... some things are best left for ... the two of us, i think. "

you find it getting harder and harder to squeak the words out. such a vulnerability ... and to someone you hadn't talked with in so long ...

... it was a somewhat scary thing to admit. you know that it's fodder for them to tease you with later, or maybe pull some sort of prank but ...

but even so ... you want to tell them regardless even though you feel like you'd rather run away and hide. you know that it'll take more than just a few pretty words to mend the rift between the two of you but ...

maybe this could be some sort of that.

... that doesn't mean you're not quick to change the subject the moment that you can, though. and their stomach grumbling was the perfect excuse !!

" um anyways !! i think we have some fruits and gingerbread cookies in the kitchen if you'd like some ?? "

When she asked you to stop, you finally let go of her cheeks. A small grin still displayed on your face, you let your hands rest next to you before you close your eyes. This was nice, a nice fleeting moment before you continue your duties in this prophecy. 

You wish you could talk to Noelle about them, about it. But you know it’s wrong to do so, you should let her believe the dream was just that and you and Susie can handle the world saving part for now. 

“You’re bright red.” The smile changed into a small smirk before you opened your eyes to look at her once more. “I can tell Susie about this to help her learn more.” You nod a few times at your own suggestion. Speaking of, you looked down at your phone and noticed that there was no new notification. 

And then your stomach grumbled a bit…Right you haven’t eaten yet…That was a bit embarrassing. And now your own face started to get a bit red too.

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" so that was what you were doing !! " light laughter rings as you hold your hands behind your back. " i wasn't sure if you were playing your computer or tv ... " you would continue on to say. your gaze flickers to the screen, the flashing DEFEAT still flickering on the screen as your sister reaches for a drawer.

you step a little closer inside, gently closing the door behind you. a curious look in your eye as dess sifts through the drawer.

... you're a little surprised that your mother hasn't found it, but you suppose that dess is used to hiding things from her, and she's very likely gotten good at it over the years.

( with her being such a beacon of rebellion ... it makes perfect sense in your mind )

your sister gestures for you to sit on the bed - and you swiftly move to do just that. " oh gosh --- i wouldn't dream of it !! " you didn't even want to imagine how your mother would react if she found out you were getting up to such "improper" ... things. you'd get grounded for a month at least ... and that was putting it lightly.

and dess ... you imagine that she would get quite the earful about being a "bad influence" to you ... or something akin to that.

" do you think ... um -- if you have anything that might fit ... i could try it on too ?? one of my friends --- catti !! she ... she has a style a lot like yours ... i thought it would be fun to try ... "

knock, knock.

a glance at the clock on her monitor read 3:43 A.M.

dess was never one to sleep reasonably, especially when her mother would stay out. it gave her a sense of freedom to indulge in the solitude of the late night, and it was the perfect time to keep grinding away in dragon blazers 2.

with mother away, that meant the knock could only be one other person in the household, especially considering dess had kept her volume low. ( despite the rage that boiled in her with each defeat. )

hooded eyes glazing over to her door, there stands noelle, the light of her life.

quickly, a soft grin curls on her features, freckles scrunching on her cheek. dess stands, still clad in the same clothes as earlier in the day, moving to open a drawer full of various tools to paint one's features.

"You come to me on the eve of my valiant defeat of the final boss of Dragon Blazers 2 for makeup advice?"

a laugh erupts from the eldest, affection laced through each breath. pulling out some well used eyeliner pens, dess gestures towards the barren bed across the room, moving the chair up to it's edge.

"Of course I'll help you, you know I'm always here to encourage rebellion. Just don't tell mom, okay?"

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the harmonious sound of fingers on the keys of a piano ... a familiar sound yet ... one that you haven't heard in quite some time. it had been years ...

( maybe even closer to a decade ... )

or you think it's been that long, at least. a thought that leaves your chest ... hurting. it was such a solemn, lonely feeling ... even now, as you listen to them place you feel this way.

how would you know that it is them ?? some may ask. a question which you wouldn't be able to give a logical answer, you simply ... knew. you would recognize the style they play any time and any where ...

... even with the wedge brought between you two, you know this to be true.

you listen silently at first ... standing outside the doorway to the building almost hesitant to enter ...

( for the fear of being noticed, if they were to see you, you knew that you wouldn't get to hear them play again. )

eventually, you slowly ... silently nudge the door open. at first you just watch through the small crack, then you slide it open a little more. eventually, you've managed to sneakily completely enter the room. you lean against the wall, watching, you close your eyes and feel yourself becoming one with the music.

this ... was nice. this was ... nostalgic.

in this moment ... it truly felt like a performance just for her. just like old times. their song would conclude ... and you know that you'll be seen so ...

so you give a small clap. tiny and miniscule ... barely loud enough for them to hear in the booming room like this.

" you ... still sound as good as i remember ... "

you don't look at them as you speak, rubbing at the ride of your right arm with your left.

... you hope they won't be too mad.

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This moment meant everything to them to be able to press the keys with their own hands. This piano held so many warm memories, not just for them but for those they considered family. Asgore, Toriel, Rudy, Asriel, Noelle, Dess, Kris missed them they missed them so much. Those moments were the happiest times of their life. This music was their love, their passion, something they showed so rarely put into its perfect ideal form. It was a beautiful set of songs.

Yet, it was only for them. The moment anyone else was near Kris always stopped playing. They didn't want to share this with anyone else. This one thing was theirs, it was something that couldn't be taken away no matter how much everything else was taken away.

Deep down, they felt like it was their fault. That they were cursed. Why else would their birth parents throw them away? Why would their current parents pull so far away from one another yet still drag them into the middle of their breakup? Why did they leave Noelle alone? They knew she suffered too, they knew so well how much she was broken by what happened. Yet, Kris hadn't tried to help.

(What could I do? I can't do anything...even now...I don't even know if what I'm doing is the right thing. And the SOUL keeps using me like its damn toy! Sure, it might not have done anything bad but this is still my body. I can't take this! I just want this to be over!)

Of course none of this inner turmoil was known. Only the music rang out within the big room. Kris was lost within the notes of the piano.

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" in my mind , you'll always be the same . " kris (screams cries)

ASSORTED LYRICAL SENTENCE STARTERS .

it's a nice feeling ... to be told such a thing.

( but it's such a bitter feeling ... to not believe it to be true )

you beam, your smile wide and bright like the sun. you even let out a little laugh.

you really wish ...

... ah, you wish things hadn't changed. what may have happened if the two of you never drifted ?? only to be brought back together in these untimely of times. what would have happened if ...

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if things never changed, if the people they cared about never went away. would the two of them still been thick as thieves ?? would you still be able to call them a best friend ... and not just a somebody that you used to know ??

" do you really mean that, kris ?? "

eventually, you pose the question. your head tilts, pushing back a few strands of hair behind your antlers so it doesn't cover your face ...

oh, how you'd love for things to go back to how they once were.

" do you think ... we could be friends like we used to be, then ... ?? "

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you find yourself waiting after class ... with a box of chalks, waiting for susie by the doors to the school. you asked her to meet you here and ... and well, you hope that she does !! you've got big chalk, little chalk, fat chalk, thin chalk. a wide variety ... you weren't exactly what type of chalk susie liked, so you figured you may as well ... get some of them all.

you hope that susie likes it !!

... but at the same time it feels a bit embarrassing. waiting after class for someone with a gift like this ... you wonder if you might just be making a fool out of yourself.

( or maybe you're just too worried ... yes, surely that's it. )

your hands feel a bit sweaty, you teeter back and forth on your hooves as seconds feel like hours. for a moment you wonder if maybe she'll turn you down, and this would have all been for nothing.

... but then you see her familiar face, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

" s -- susie i ... " you call out to her, anxiety plain as can be in your voice. " i ... got you some chalk ... i -- if you want it ... " a nervous laugh is given as shaky hands hold the box out towards her, you want to look away but you can't.

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you remember ... how you would always watch kris' tv with your sister and the dreemurr's ... the long nights of falling asleep in front of the screen, the four of you all laying next to one another. happily chatting and commentating ... eating popcorn and sharing smiles.

it was ... nice.

you wish you could return to those bygone days, even if it was just for a moment ...

you ... remember how things changed. you would eventually drift away. it wasn't like you wanted to but ... that was just how the pieces fell.

and now ... you find yourself face to face with the very tv that you used to enjoy spending so much time around. you can't help but feel a little awkward.

( though a part of you wonders what your own personal tv might be thinking of you. this will be a thought that will likely continue to haunt your thoughts when you least expect it. )

" um ... " you're not really sure what to say at first. " i ... i'm sorry. " you contiue to say.

" ... s -- sorry i didn't come by to watch tv for so long. "

it feels a little strange to say ... you hope that you can be forgiven.

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you like to think that you've gotten a little braver with time ... but life seems to throw a wrench into those ideals of your whatever moment it gets.

( another human ... or at least someone that appeared like one ... )

... you never expected to see another human that wasn't kris, all things considered it didn't really feel real at all. you weren't dreaming, were you noelle ??

no, no ... surely not.

( you might have discreetly pinched yourself just to be sure, though. )

sure enough ... you were awake.

" uh -- um ... !! "

you barely can even stammer out a word as you look at them. try to calm down a little ... you were way too old to be getting scared of humans.

" wh -- what brings you to hometown ?? " you choke out, as the mayors daughter a certain level of courtesy is ... required ( or at least you felt like it was ... )

so ... if you needed to be the one to show them around and give them the lay of the land then ... you supposed you would be happy and willing to do so !!

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if susie texted you asking you to do her homework you work do it and you'd do it well enough to make sure the teacher didn't realize that you did it for her.