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Behind those blue and red eyes 1

The first encounter: Chrysanthemums

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Lavender got up from the ground. “Are you alright?” he asked Thistle “Yeah, I think so” he answered. His head was spinning in confusion, his legs barely held him. He took the chrysanthemum’s flower crown from the ground; it was shattered in pieces with its petals brown from the bruises. Something inside him broke. For once there was trouble in Nature Tale. He has always known that the day could come; when the dark forces that lived in the multiverse put their hands in this pocket full of life.

Thistle seemed even more troubled, shouting obscenities to the air as his only coping mechanism left. He was worried for this friend of his that was almost like a second brother. Lavender knew this day would come, but Thistle was always waiting for it, almost obsessively searching for a menacing everywhere. So now that the moment had come, that a monster tried to hurt not one, but two of his brothers, he could only wait for an even worse outcome.

He felt sorry for Thistle, he had come such a long way just to trust in other people, he had worked so hard to not be on guard every second, to relax and sleep under the tree’s leaves. Now it would take longer than before to calm him. Lavender only could think of all the nightmares that Thistle would have, all the fear he would hide to not look like a weak monster. He wished that that was only a nightmare, but it wasn´t.

The chrysanthemums smelled like chlorophyll, and he could feel the life draining from them. With a movement in his hands, he forced magic into the flowers and the flower crown disappeared in a breeze of seeds and leaves. Those were going to rebuild in a new life, as everything should do; in the perfect cycle of nature.

Poppy came worried, Rose behind him with her spear in hand, “WHAT HAPPENED LAVENDER, IS EVERYONE SAFE?” he asked out of breath “That fuking weirdo from before” said Thistle “He was here after Lavender. I scared the shit out of him. So not expect that bastard anymore” he continued to ramble. “He was very brave,” Lavender said with a tiny laugh, “He just saved me”.

He shook the grass from his coat shaking the fear out of himself. “Thanks, bro,” he said to Thistle with his words full of genuineness. But even then, the uneasy feeling could not be taken away from him. “Let’s go home, I promised to clean after the party,” he said walking calmly towards Thistle's home.

The party was dismissed soon after another toast in name of the bravery of Thistle.  And soon Lavender found himself in the comforting routine of making deashes and sweeping the floor. Everything was coming back to normality, or so he thought “Lav, dud” called Thistle “Yeah, bro?”, a pause filled the place with uncertainty, “Don’t ever dare to come close to strangers like that anymore” He looked serious as he said that. “I don’t know if your blind or whatever, but I don’t want any more ‘good guy’ plays anymore”

Lavender took a moment to reflect, then looked Thistle in the eyes “I’m not a kid you know?” Thistle seemed furious “I just want to give everyone the opportunity…They deserved” Thistle opened his mouth a moment in confusion “Are you even hearing what you say? A fuking psycho comes and I tell you to NOT come near him and you decide to do just the opposite of that! Just hear me, for ONCE Lavender”

Another pause filled the room “I know, I’m sorry, I just had to be sure…he seemed so scared and desperate, I…I’m sorry” Thistle looked at him with a mix of confusion and disgust “Just not do that bullshit again” “Understood”

Lavender left the house with the fake promise of going straight to his home. He took a detour to a quiet path in the woods. The sound of the crickets filled the air like the twinkle of a million stars, the air was fresh and cold; the forest ignored the disturbing scene that took place just a moment ago. As always nature flowed forward. 

In every step, Lavender tried to release his mind of everything, in every little step he left his soul engraved in the mud. The leaves formed beautiful curtains that seemed to rain from all above over him; the silhouettes of the big trees twist and curl in formidable shapes and the air was fresh and clean. A sharp sound pierced the still air; probably one of the nocturnal birds was close by, sitting in the dark waiting for their next meal.

He felt a little bit better, like one just after a shower; ready to start anew. A bat flies with their big open wings close by like a shadow and startled the thoughtful Lavender. He laughed slowly. He wasn’t himself that night. He let a hand take the flower crown in his head now crooked because of his little jump. 

He looked one by one at the many flowers in it, he even tried to count them as one counts sheep before going to sleep. He said out loud “One, two…” He took a seat in a big tree root, extended his feet, and continued the count “Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…” He controlled his breathing in big and firm inhalations and exhalations and freed his mind of every thought.

Such was life a constant, always going forward, no matter what happened in his little life. There was no need for answers, just the need to connect with others and with nature. Soon he closed his eyes and felt a bean of joy inside him, pure energy that came deep within; a feeling he wanted to give the whole world. The feeling grew up inside him until it was all over his body filling everything with satisfactory happiness, then it was no longer inside him but all around him and soon all over the forest and even beyond Nature Tale.

He opened his eyes slowly, feeling way better. He stood up and stretched his arms putting his flower crown on his head again, and adjusting it so it looked just fine. He shook the dust in his clothing and with a deep breath prepared himself for the walk back to his home. The forest looked just like before; the same quiet sounds, the same dark look, the same fresh smell; nothing changed. 

He walked back, with the same answers as before, but so much calmer. He will figure it out later; he’ll just have to let the time flow as his own. He felt better but rather sleepy, yes, maybe the correct path was to sleep it over. He had started to feel sleepy, and could not wait to be asleep in his bed.

Suddenly a raindrop touched his mouth, and then another and another, till all he could see were lines and reflections. He raised his hand and teleported directly into his room; it was enough for one day. And then he went to sleep.

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Behind those blue and red eyes 2

The second encounter: Daffodil 

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Silence surrounded the forest like a white thin mist and a soft cold spread from the ground. Seated on the vine swing, Lavender let out a sigh. The presence behind him was too obvious to not be noticed. Some moments ago, all the insects and lizards went quiet and a static sound filled with distortion of the environment. All at once, the world was telling him something was wrong; a predator was behind him. 

The uneasy sensation went down his spine and his hands shake a little; it would be a lie to say he wasn’t afraid. He already knew the threatening red and blue eyes fixed in him like the mortal bite of a boa. The last time he found himself in front of those eyes left him with a sour taste in his mouth. He needed time to understand what had happened last time: there were two Poppies, or at least for a moment there were, and the stranger had taken one of them. One exact copy of his brother in those hands, a Poppy he knew, deep in his heart, was now dead.

His mind was just coming to terms with the idea of his brother being scared and alone, trembling in a yet unknown place; he just had started to comprehend the twisted reality he has left him in. He asked himself if Poppy was waiting for him to show up and rescue him and if he has left his brother to die. Lavender felt sick; one needs a lot of time to comprehend those things.

A cloud let a light touch Lavender’s eyes and he asked himself if he could forgive this stranger if it was even worth forgiving him when he was capable of hurting one of the most important beings for him. The cloud covered the light once again and in the shadow that follow it, he felt a cold sensation travel through his body. He looked at his hand; he repaired in the whited purple of his bones. With that same hand he could invoke his Gaster Blasters, with the same hand he could scare this stranger out of Nature Tale for once and for all.

He knew how to fight; like almost any Sans in the multiverse, he had the duty of securing his world, in a silenced and exhausting work with almost no recompense. He could fight, but didn’t want to do it; fighting was exhausting and hurt, always, both sides. Was it worth it to do it this time? Were there enough reasons to fight him? Thistle seemed to think there were, but knowing his friend's inclination to violence makes it not a fair argument.

The truth was that for some reason he couldn’t hate this stranger. He looked almost scared when he approached him, he looked almost sorry. Those big eyes seemed so troubled and alone. He could not bring himself to hate someone so despaired for comprehension. He reminded him of the humans he had to confront before; the same eyes that Buttercup use to have, with their hands covered in blood and the weapon trembling in them; the same eyes Thistle himself had when he came from Nature Fell, with dust fresh in his coat. 

One recures to violence in a world full of violence, one kills someone when one doesn’t see another option on the table. That was a belief Lavender tried to hold always in his head. Buttercup and Thistle transformed into kind and loving people when they encountered love and compassion in Nature Tale. Maybe that stranger needed that; maybe behind that cold and scared look lay a beautiful monster waiting to come afloat. Yes, though Lavender as he looked up to the green leaves of the tree, it was worth it to wait for a new friend to come near.

A firefly attempted to fly toward his nose and he received it with a chuckle. His hand was not ready to invoke bones, he preferred to use it to grow more flowers in the flower crown of the chrysanthemum he held in his other hand. The yellow petals bloomed in a mesmerizing pattern that make his eyes feel dizzy. This one was prettier than the last one, the chrysanthemum grows bigger under the influence of his magic, alive and happy. Those flowers mean friendship, welcome, happiness, and well-being. This was his intention with this encounter.

He wanted to show this stranger that everyone that comes to Nature Tale will be received with love and kindness, that he doesn’t need to fear anyone here, and that if he wanted, he could come and free himself there. The firefly star played with the petals of the chrysanthemums, like a child that runs in front of candy, it crawled inside them and danced between the flowers. Soon another one joins in, and then another and another, till there is a dozen of them flying around him. He laughs again letting them play with his lavender flower crown.

He asked himself if this stranger will appreciate this present if he even understood what they mean. He turned his head a little so he can see the glitching figure behind the tree, and in a second the figure was hidden fully so he couldn’t see him. Seems like his shy companion wouldn’t want to talk that night, so he would have to manage the interaction another way.

He once heard of a kid who domesticated a fox just by seating close to him; every night he would sit a little closer till he was just beside his new furry friend. Maybe this stranger was his fox, maybe he showed his fangs just because of nervousness and he’ll just have to make him comfortable with his presence. 

He looked at his present again in the light of the night, feeling like something was missing, he felt like he wasn’t truthful enough like he was lying. Was he lying? He still wanted to know this stranger, he wanted to understand him, but… The knot in his throat grows bigger with the thought, it's not easy to forget, and he wasn’t forgiving.

He held magic again in his hand and with the clear image of Poppy in his head. He let the magic flow through every one of his bones, and then flow out of his fingertips like a soft current. It felt like a soft heat coming from deep in his chest, like what happiness feels. Soon a stream of white and yellow flowers appeared on his lap. He took one of them and looked at it closely, he smiled to himself; now everything made sense.

The flower he held was placed in between two chrysanthemums, and he started to move his hands in sync slowly but firmly placing more and more tiny white flowers facing all directions. His bones separated the flower’s stems and twisted to fit the tight knots of the crown that soon seemed more live than ever. With a flow of his magic, he made the leaves of the flowers bigger and the flowers shinier.

He smiled proudly looking at the new flower crown. This was a new start, for both of them, so he would let go of all his feelings out of his chest. Someday maybe the stranger will tell him all about what happened that night, someday he may be able to forgive him, but now he’ll just accept the moment as it was.

He got up from the vine swing leaving the flower crown behind. “Those are for you,” he said in a quiet voice, “I’m going now, so you can make yourself comfortable and take them with you” A moment of hesitation, “Just don’t give us any more surprises”. He waved his hand “Good night”.

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Un dibujito de la familia Letal (al menos con los niños que he encontrado)

Fatal es de @fatal-error-blog Lavender es de @naturetale-official Towne es de @fatal-error-blog Oleander es de Seraph es de @ari-cunoo Pessi es de @oatsyterandco Trojans es de @zagida10 Hellebore es de @idkitswhattheycallart Florey es de @nova-blues

Behind those blue and red eyes 4

The third encounter (Part 2): A broken bouquet of wildflowers

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He looked at the little flowers in his hand, and he felt a pressure in his chest, like a knot covering his broken soul. He felt anxious in one way but empty in another. It was an amalgam of many feelings yet unnamed for him. The smell of the flowers traveled towards him and tickled a little. Why did he have a present? Why does this Lavender keep giving flowers to him?

The questions floated through the air, and the cold wind froze his shoulders. He covered himself a little more with his scarf, the faint smell of Papyrus filling him with nostalgia. Why did he keep going back to Nature Tale? He asked himself with a frustrating rage emerging. But he suddenly felt like he didn’t want to come back home, like the impulse moving him forward disappeared all of the sudden.

He seated himself where before was Lavender, the vine swing moved a little with the new weight on it, and Fatal legs followed the movement. It was a comfortable seat, that must be why Lavender spent so much time in it. Looking at the flowers in his hand he felt purposeless, useless and so, so little. He used to think he would be able to keep going, that he didn’t need any more than his love for Papyrus, but yet there he was, alone and sobbing about this incomprehensible feeling of emptiness.

It didn’t make any sense, he wasn’t supposed to feel that way, and he wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place. He took one petal in between his fingers and tore it apart, and then another and another; he shouldn’t let these stupid flowers get pollen in his head; he wouldn’t let Papyrus behind. The code of the flowers was green, yellow, and blue, and was simple and somewhat endearing, when he tore it apart it was slowly transformed into a glitchy goop of unrecognizable numbers and letters; he liked that process. He broke the stems and the petals, and the string that held everything together; all got broken in his hands, till his feelings got numb.

He considered throwing the unrecognizable mass away in the grass, but he didn’t want anyone apart from the so-called Lavender to know he was there. Even then, he would prefer if that skeleton didn’t feel his presence so easily, that he could be all alone in Nature Tale, breathing the clear air and hearing the animals he didn’t know sing. So he saved the glitchy goop in his pockets to discard once he got home. It felt greasy and gross but one has to sacrifice comfort for the sake of secrecy.

He doubted for a little while about raising his head and looking at the landscape in front of him. He felt like a brick was placed on his head like a rock was sitting in his throat, he felt insecure and confused, but somehow expectant about what he would see. He played with his fingers a for a while, thinking about what to do, till he slowly raised his head. At first, he didn’t see anything, as he was blinded by a light that wasn’t even there, but his eye-lights slowly recovered from the blurriness till the nighttime scenery appeared in front of him.

The view made him feel so little, but somehow, he liked the feeling, he felt like a little ant in a big maze of a green multitude of plants. The moonlight filtered from above through cracks in the thick rock wall of the cave, and that rock itself was covered in moss and dew. Everywhere he looked there were flowers and trees, the plants surrounded one another to the point that the trees got vines engraving their trunks with their roots. From above, the moonlight hit little falling leaves that flew freely and slowly, seeming like almost awake and alive beings. There were fireflies all over the place like little lanterns of even more little fairies, some moths could also be found sitting in logs and flowers, some of them looked like little cotton balls, some like little angels. A buzz in the left side of his head made him turn and he found dragonflies dancing all over the place.

He opened his eye sockets up, trying to capture all the stimuli of this place, he didn’t notice but his glitches were fewer and fewer with every minute he observed it. It was as if some kind of magic took his senses prisoner; he felt like a different monster. The air that entered his nostrils filled him like an opium drug; he felt exalted like a child seeing a carnival for the first time but content like an old man washing the sunset. The awesomeness of the unknown, he thought to himself.

He had passed so much of his life trapped in a dark and endless void, only looking at a cold and tragic world through a little glitching window; he had passed so many days in the awful company of the hundred of eco-flowers screaming with the voices of all his victims. The infinite white, the infinite black, the shadows always followed him, the emptiness was always behind him.

Maybe that was the reason he heated so much the view from Outer Tale, that immensity of the space, no matter how many stars and galaxies you put in it it will always feel wrong to him. In some place, he have heard that Error loved that place, that he was always sitting alone on some rock spacing out in Outer Tale, that that was one of the little places he wouldn’t ever destroy. Maybe that was another reason he hated that place so much, maybe that was the proof that he and Error could never be as alike to each other as the monsters used to think.

Nature Tale was cozy and comforting, an oasis in the middle of a deserted world, every place felt like the warmth of a home, and the nights he experienced there weren’t dark but shone in a way he didn't think it was possible. It seemed dreamlike; a perfect place for a perfect home. He found himself dreaming of a house shared with Papyrus there, he dreamed of the nights he could pass beside his brother there, the meals they could share; the happiness of his brother.

His brother… He felt so alone at that moment, so disconnected from reality, his eyes weighed with the weight of tears that couldn’t exit his eyes. His shoulders felt tense and hard as a rock as if all his ribs were fused into a big chunk of bone.  He felt tired and useless, somehow dumb as if he were just a mistake. He wanted to run, to run far away, further on the horizon when he couldn’t find himself. “yOu’RE JuSt AnOTHer diRty GLitch tHat I HaVe TO cLeaN Up.” The words of Error filled his head, and make his broken soul hurt. It felt like a knife penetrating everything again and again.

His glitches came back in a storm of white, black, and cyan boxes that covered his entire body and his throat tried to scream, but even his words were shattered into pieces. He needed to get out of there, he needed…

The frustration filled every bone of him. Not this again, not this. The air was missing from every breath he take with his mouth wide open. He was going to die. He was sure, this time he was going to die. His hands were shaking as if the earth under his feet were trembling. Soon the edges of his vision turned black and blurry. He embraced himself and closed his hands over his arms, but no matter how much he press them his vision wouldn't come back. He wouldn´t come back. Tears fell from his eyesockets, bitter and salty as blades cutting through his face.

A smell penetrated through the thick air, interrupting the sacredness of his despair. The sweet aroma stopped all his thoughts in an instant, and he felt a breeze undoing knots all over his body. Like a river transformed into a waterfall, the screams hiding in his throat fell freely as tears down his face. Unlike before these tears cleaned his face as pure water, slowly passing like the comforting hand of a lover.

He let the seconds pass through him like the soft air around him. He let himself take a break and surface again as a new monster. When he raised his head again there was no trace of tears on it. His eyes searched rapidly for the cause of the mysterious smell, besides him rested an enormous bush of lavender flowers, with its little flowers pointing in all directions. Now, when he was calmer, the smell of them seemed a little tacky, too sweet, and too strong for his taste.

There was just one possibility for that bush to appear suddenly in that place. He felt dizzy when he realized that Lavender has seen him in that state, it was the second time that has happened to him. He seemed to not be able to maintain his dignity in front of strangers, always falling into his despair too easily. His cheeks felt hot and his hands shut instantly into a thigh knot.

He rapidly got up from the swing and walked as fast as he could far away from it, he opened the white portal with his right hand and passed through it as if his life were depending on it. He felt the atmospheric pressure release from his shoulders as he entered the infinite emptiness of his save screen. The eco-flowers spoke to him: “Crack-crack” the sound of broken bones filled the room. Then far away he heard a little flower say “BROTHER” in the broken voice of Patch.

As if that sound was a premonition, Patch came just moments after it. “BROTHER ARE YOU BACK?” the tall skeleton asked kindly, but Fatal did not answer. “I WAS THINKING OF ADDING A NEW INGREDIENT TO MY SPAGHETTI RECIPE, WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT?” The silence followed Fatal till the middle of the eco-flowers, which welcomed him with more screams and cracks. He lay down in between the big blue petals and closed his eyes.

Patch watched his brother sleep, probably something had made him really mad if he was taking a nap in an accurate position. An unknown impulse made him come close to the sleeping body of his brother, he kneel down beside him and looked at him closely. This time there were almost no glitches on his brother's face. As if he was sleeping comfortably his chest raised slowly making the sound of the air passing through his nostrils soft and welcoming. 

Something made him feel calmer, for once the immensity of the void around him felt quiet in the best of ways; for once it felt like home. A smell caught his attention. A soft sweet breeze floated from his brother's body. It was a flower smell… where did his brother go that day.

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He estado escribiendo aquí un fic en inglés de mi ship favorito y creí que era hora de hacerle una portada.¡Dios! Estoy tan orgullosa, me tardé un montón.

La portada de mi fic "Behind those blue and red eyes". Por fín, me tardó un monton

Fatal: @fatal-error-blog

Lavender: @naturetale-official

A chapter! Finally! (A little cameo of the Afterdeath family too)