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Bloomtale , Chapitre 2 [FR]

Cette histoire est approuvée par Sanei , le créateur de FlowerFell et écrite par @askbloomtalel Alias Kaitogirl ! Les traductions seront aussi postées sur DeviantArt !

Original Story / Histoire non traduite :

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8200369/chapters/18914012

Chapitre 2 – Une fleur malveillante

La fille se réveilla en sursaut. Effrayé, elle regarda aux alentour, essayant de comprendre la ou elle était. Elle ne reconnaissait pas cet endroit… C’était une sorte de … Grotte ? En tout cas, c’est ce que l’on dirait. Sa tête semblait plus lourde que d’habitude… Elle avait une sensation de vertige… Elle cligna des yeux plusieurs fois et respira plusieurs fois, essayant de s’ajuster à ce nouvel environnement. Quand elle regarda vers le haut, elle ne put voir qu’une faible lumière venant d’au-dessus mais pas le plafond. Elle avait fait une très longue chute …

Pourquoi était-elle encore en vie ?

Elle regarda vers le bas. Elle était allongée sur un lit de fleur dorée. Peut-être avaient-elles amorti la chute?

Non, Cela ne faisais aucun sens…Même si elles avaient bien amorti la chute, il était impossible qu’elle n’ait aucune Blessure. Elle s’est souvenue qu’une fois, quand elle était plus jeune… Elle était tombée des escaliers et s’était cassé le bras. Sa mère était effrayée et ne savait pas quoi faire… Après cet évènement, Elles ont déménagées dans une maison sans escaliers, de choses pointues or … Tout ce qui pouvait la blesser.

Oui, C’était une petite squelette fragile.

C’est pour cette raison qu’elle trouvait ce qu’il se passait louche. Même pas une égratignure…Tout était parfait comme si elle venait simplement de faire une sieste bien méritée. Enfin … Parfait si on ne compte pas cette sensation de vertige qu’elle a ressentie depuis qu’elle a ouvert les yeux. Mais c’est surement à cause de la chute. Cette sensation devrait passer éventuellement.

Elle ne sait pas pourquoi mais elle était vivante. C’était étrange mais rien de quoi s’inquiéter. Elle mit ses doutes de côté et se concentra sur le fait qu’elle respirait encore. C’était une bonne chose. Fantastique même !

En souriant un peu, elle se leva lentement en essuyant la terre sur ces vêtements et cheveux. Puis, elle regarda encore une fois vers le ciel. La lueur était celle du matin. Elle avait donc passée la nuit ici…

Est-ce qu’il y avait une sortie à cet endroit au moins ? Se demandait-elle. Peut-être qu’il n’y avait pas de sortie et… Que ferait sa mère ? Elle était perdue et c’était le matin déjà. Sa mère avait surement remarquée la disparition et pleurerai énormément, parce qu’elle s’est toujours souciée d’elle, un peu trop même. Peut-être que sa mère avait raison de ne pas la laisser sortir : elle avait finie au fond d’un trou ! S’il n’y avait pas de sortie à cet endroit ? Elle serait piégée au fond de cet endroit pour toujours et …

Une porte. Il y avait un chemin et une porte juste là.

C’était étrange…Elle n’avait aucune idée de là où elle était. Elle était nerveuse mais elle espérait trouver quelqu’un qui l’aiderait. Mais qui pourrai vivre sous une montagne ?

Peut-être…

Elle oublia cette pensée alors qu’elle marchait vers la porte. Elle ne voulait pas croire en quelque légende de monstre. Pas après qu’elle soit tombée au fond d’un trou et ai manquée de mourir. Elle voulait juste rentrer chez elle… Sa mère devait sûrement être en train de la chercher. Si elle trouvait une sortie, elle courrait surement droit chez elle. Ce qu’elle avait fait la nuit dernière était une mauvaise idée. Elle ne recommencerait plus jamais.

Elle entra dans la salle avec précaution. Depuis la chute elle faisait plus attention à ces mouvements, pour la même chose ne recommence lui arrive pas encore une fois. La salle était assez éclairée pour qu’elle puisse voir, elle n’avait donc pas besoin d’utiliser de la magie. C’était une bonne chose.

Cette nouvelle zone n’était pas très grande, mais il y avait quelque chose qui attira directement l’attention du squelette.

Au milieu de la pièce, au sommet d’une petite montagne d’herbe, il y avait une fleur dorée.

Mais ce qui la choquait le plus était … Le fait qu’elle avait un visage.

Un visage souriant, accueillant.

“Que c’est mignon!” pensa-t-elle, en l’approchant doucement. C’était en effet la chose la plus étrange qu’elle avait jamais vue. Les fleurs dans la forêt n’étaient pas comme celle-ci. Peut-être que les fleurs ici étaient différentes ? Elle n’avait jamais vu d’autre endroit que sa maison, elle ne pouvait pas savoir. Peut-importe… C’était un squelette. Elle était assez étrange elle-même. Ce n’allait pas l’effrayé. Elle essayait de rester positive

La fleur l’a remarqua.

“Howdy !”Dit la fleur, la faisant reculer un petit peu.

La fleur pouvait parler.

Elle avait une bouche … Elle aurait dût si attendre. C’était quand même choquant, en y pensant.

“Er… Bon-Bonjour…”Bégaya-t-elle, En essayant de garder son calme.

“Je suis Flowey ! Flowey la fleur ~” dit-il, En clignant des yeux d’une manière adorable .La fille ne put s’empêcher de lui sourire. Elle allait se présenter, mais la fleur l’interrompue : “Gee! Mais d’où viens-tu ? Un monstre comme toi ne devrait pas se balader ici ! Es-tu perdue ?”

Elle fit oui de la tête.

“Je…Je ne sais pas où je suis… Peux-tu m’aider ?” Dit-elle, elle se sentait un peu plus à l’aise maintenant qu’il y avait quelqu’un d’autre avec elle, même si ce n’était qu’une fleur parlante.

“Aw, Ne t’inquiète pas mon amie ! Bien sûr que je vais t’aider !” Dit-il gaiement. Il tira la… langue? Puis la regarda avec attention. « Mais dit moi quelque chose, mon amie … Réellement, D’où viens-tu ? Je ne pense pas que je te connais… » Sa voix était plus sérieuse cette fois.

“Oh, tu vois … Je grimpais la montagne et je suis tombée dans un trou. C’était horrible … Maintenant je suis là et je ne sais pas comment sortir…” Expliqua-t-elle en souriant nerveusement.

“Boy, Quel choc ! Tu es en train de me dire que tu viens de la surface ?”Pour une seconde, il y avait une étrange lueur dans les yeux de Flowey. Elle fit oui de la tête, et la fleur continuait de parler. “ Ça veut dire que tu es nouvelle dans l’Underground ! N’est c’pas ?” Un autre mouvement de la tête. “Golly! Tu dois être confuse !!”

Elle ne put s’empêcher de refaire un mouvement de la tête encore une fois. La fleur ne lui donnait pas l’occasion de parler, ce qui la rendait légèrement inconfortable. Mais s’il voulait donner tout un speech, elle n’allait pas l’arrêter. Après tout, il allait l’aider, n’est-ce pas ?

“Quelqu’un doit t’apprendre comment les choses marchent ici ! Eh bien, je pense que je peux le faire !” Dit-il, en hochant la tête. Il fit une courte pause et la regarda dans les yeux. “Prêt ? Here we go!”

Des pétales blancs apparurent au-dessus de lui. La fille n’avait jamais vu une autre créature faire de la magie avant, ce qui la fit alors sourire légèrement. Elle n’avait aucune idée de ce qu’était ces choses.

Immédiatement après, elle sentit comme si on l’avait tiré légèrement et quelque chose apparu à côté de son corps. 9a avait la forme d’un cœur à l’envers et était d’une couleur violette. Elle ne savait pas ce que c’était, mais ce cœur émettait une sorte d’énergie qui semblait … étrangement familière, comme si c’était quelque chose qu’elle avait toujours connue

C’était pourtant la première fois qu’elle vit ce cœur … étrange …

Flowey regarda le cœur avec une expression choquée sur son visage mais il regagna vite son calme comme si tout était normal.

“Ceci est ton ÂME! Le sommet de tout ton être!” Expliqua-t-il en faisant tourner les pétales autour de lui. Elle crut pendant une seconde avoir vu changer son visage gai pour une drôle de grimace… Mais c’était surement son imagination. Il semblait tellement gentil. “Ton ÂME est faible au début mais elle peut devenir bien plus forte si tu gagnes beaucoup de LV! Tu sais ce que LV veut dire ?” Demanda Flowey. Elle fit non de la tête et Flowey laissa échapper un petit rire. “Pour LOVE, Bien sûr !”

Aawww. Quelle mignonne petite fleur .Il y avait quelque chose dans son sourire qui lui donnait confiance en lui. Mais il y avait son sentiment persistant de méfiance à propos de lui, surement parce que sa mère lui a toujours dit de ne jamais croire un étranger. Mais… Quelles options avait-elle ? Elle devait le croire.

“C’est facile de collecter des LV! Tu dois juste attraper ces … « Pétales D’amitié » avec ton ÂME !” Flowey regarda autour de lui et dit, amusé, “C’pas difficile, t’inquiètes, je vais t’en donner !”

“Eh… okay.” Fit la fille et resta en place, légèrement inquiète de la façon dont cela allait se passer mais contente quand même.

“Prête?” Demanda Flowey avec un grand sourire. “Va y, attrape en le plus possible ! “

Et les pétales s’élancèrent. Pas trop vite, mais pas trop lentement non plus. Elle n’avait pas réellement besoin de bouger puisque tous les projectiles se dirigeaient vers elle. Non, vers son ÂME …

Lorsque les projectiles la touchèrent, elle sentit une douleur aigue et perçante dans tout son corps. Elle ouvra grand les yeux, choquée. Elle ne s’y attendait pas du tout. Elle perdit l’équilibre et tomba sur ses genoux, sentant son essence vitale se faire drainer

Une ruse, un piège.

Elle avait été stupide. Elle est totalement tombée dans le panneau.

Elle n’avait pas réellement le temps de penser. Tout commençait à s’assombrir… La dernière chose qu’elle vit fut la fleur, Qui avait désormais un sourire complètement diffèrent. Un sourire Cruel, en coin qui le rendait … Effrayant. Sa voix avait changée aussi. Elle était plus grave avec un ton moqueur

“IDIOTE.” Dit-il, Rigolant de sa souffrance. “Dans ce monde, c’est TUER ou ÊTRE TUER.”

Son rire Strident était la dernière chose qu’elle eut entendue avant de se devenir poussière.

Elle s’est réveillée en sursaut, Effrayé, elle regarda autour d’elle, essayant de reconnaitre ou elle était.

Elle reconnaissait cet endroit.

Elle était déjà venue là avant.

La même grotte. La même lueur venant du ciel. Le même lit de fleur dorée. La même sensation de vertige.

Pourquoi était-elle encore en vie ?

Elle réussit à tenir sur ces genoux, Toujours confuse. Qu’était-il arrivé? Pourquoi était-elle là? Etait-ce un mauvais rêve? Elle ne savait pas ce qu’il se passait. Elle secoua sa tête pour essayer de faire partir cette sensation de vertige, et mis sa main sur son ventre. Essayant de se souvenir de la douleur. C’était comme si elle pouvait encore la sentir. Les pétales… Les courbatures… Elle se souvient même de sa poussière. Les ténèbres … La peur.

Quel cauchemar.

C’est impossible que ce ne soit pas un cauchemar. Elle était bien là et elle respirait.

Mais c’était, effectivement étrange. En regardant devant, elle revoyait le même chemin. Exactement le même. Identique. Tellement similaire. Cela ne faisait aucun sens. La fleur était-elle toujours là ? C’était … C’était impossible pas vrai ? C’était juste un cauchemar.

Elle devait confirmer sa théorie...

Alors, elle se leva. Atteint la porte encore une fois, et regarda dans la salle. Elle se sentait trembler à cause du stress. Regardant à l’intérieur, elle vit les mêmes murs, la même lumière et la même … Fleur dorée

Oh, non.

Est-ce que cela pourrait être…?

Il n’y avait qu’une façon de le savoir.

La fille tremblante entra dans la salle. Elle se fit vite remarquée par la fleur.

“Howdy!” Dit la fleur avec cette voix si familière.

Elle ne savait pas quoi répondre. Elle était là, debout effrayée. Elle ne faisait plus confiance à la fleur. Méchante fleur !

“Hee hee hee… Je suis Flowey! Flowey la fleur~” continua-t-il, Clignant des yeux de manière adorable. “Gee ! D’où est-ce que tu viens Un monstre comme toi ne devrais pas se balader ici ! Es-tu perdue ?”

Elle restait plantée ici, elle n’y croyait pas. Qu’est-ce que c’était que ça ? C’était trop similaire à son rêve pour être… juste un rêve. Comment cela s’appelait-il déjà ? Déjà vu? C’est ça ? Une anomalie bizarre du cerveau qui lui faisait croire qu’elle savait ce qu’il allait arriver? Impossible.

Flowey était toujours en train d’attendre une réponse… Son sourire disparaissait, se transformant en une expression plus sérieuse.

“Je vois que tu ne parles pas beaucoup? Gosh, ne regarde pas comme si j’étais une sorte de monstre effrayant!” dit-il en remuant son corps gaiement. Il tira la langue et la regarda droit dans les yeux. “Je suppose que tu n’as jamais vue une fleur parlante?”

C’était bizarre, étrange. Cette fleur… disait des choses différentes. Elle semblait aussi innocente qu’un nouveau-né, qu’elle ne ferait pas de mal à une mouche. Elle semblait douce et joviale, mais … était-ce un piège ? Ou était-ce vraiment juste un rêve, et ce rêve aurait menti à propos de la fleur ?

Non, elle n’était pas assez bête pour croire ça. Il y avait quelque chose d’étrange.

Elle décida de rester silencieuse. Elle ne voulait même pas approcher Flowey, juste au cas où.

“Tu ne réponds même pas, c’est impoli ! Alors que je suis là et que je veux juste t’aider! Parce que tu es nouvelle dans L’Underground n’est c’pas ?” Un autre silence répondit à Flowey. Son sourire commençait à devenir dédaigneux. “Hey, mon amie… tu n’es pas muette, pas vrai? Tu m’ignores juste… Quelqu’un doit t’apprendre les bonnes manières”

La jeune squelette recula de quelque pas, n’aimant pas ce qu’il se passait. Qu’allait-il faire ? Qu’allait-il arriver ? La fleur lui sourit alors. “Prête? Here we go!”

Après avoir dit ces mots, les mêmes pétales blancs apparurent au-dessus de lui. Elle faillit perdre la tête maintenant qu’elle savait ce qu’était les “pétales”. Elle respira un coup, nerveuse. Elle n’allait pas tomber dans le panneau une deuxième fois. Encore une fois, son ÂME fut tirée. Elle prit un instant pour regarder le cœur violet inversé. Quelque chose lui fit penser que ce ne sera pas la dernière qu’elle le verra.

Flowey regarda l’ÂME et sourit.

“Ceci est ton ÂME! Le sommet de ton être!” Dit-il, Pendant que les pétales blancs tournaient autour de lui. Rien ne se passa au pendant quelque secondes. “Ton ÂME commence faible, mais peut devenir forte si tu gagnes beaucoup de LV! Tu sais ce que veut dire LV?” Flowey demanda. Cette fois, elle fit oui de la tête franchement. “Bien sûr que tu le sais ! Cela veut dire LOVE!”

Menteur. LOVE voulait dire « amour » ce qui est un bon sentiment, mais il essayait juste de lui faire du mal, pourquoi faisais il ça?

“C’est facile de collecter des LV! Tu dois juste attraper…. ‘Pétales d’amitié’… avec ton ÂME!” Flowey regarda autour, amusé. “C’pas difficile hein? Ne t’inquiètes pas, je vais en partager avec toi!”

“Att-Attends...” Commença-t-elle, elle n’était pas prête pour ce qu’il allait arriver. Elle voulait s’enfuir, mais elle n’atteindrait qu’un cul-de-sac et la fleur lui barrait la route. Que faire ?

“Prête?” Demanda Flower souriant en l’ignorant. “Va y, attrape en autant que tu peux !”

Et les pétales se dirigèrent vers elle. Etaient-elles plus rapide que ce qu’elle se souvenait ? Dans tous les cas, elles étaient trop lentes pour elle. Elle attendit et esquiva, son ÂME suivant ses mouvements.

Oui ! Elle les avait esquivées. Pas de mort cette fois. Elle allait sourire mais elle n’avait pas le temps pour ça. Elle regarda Flowey encore une fois, attendant sa réaction. “Hey ma petite, tu les as raté.” Dit Flowey, Souriant d’une manière machiavélique. “Essayons encore une fois, D’accord ? Je m’assurerai qu’elles soient plus rapide cette fois~”

“Non, s’il te plait-” Elle n’avait pas réellement le temps de se plaindre. En plein milieu de sa phrase, les pétales était lancées.

C’était rapide. Trop rapide. Elle n’était pas et n’a pas réussi à les esquiver. Encore une fois elle sentie cette douleur perçante. Elle laissa échapper un petit cri et tomba sur le sol, Sentant l’horrible vide une seconde fois. Elle essayait de rester consciente, De se relever mais ses bras renoncèrent et elle tomba.

Elle sentait son corps tomber en poussière doulereusement. Et elle pouvait entendre ce rire encore une fois. Encore une fois, elle se maudit de ne rien avoir pu faire, d’être faible.

“IDIOTE.” Elle pouvait entendre la voix de la fleur avant de disparaitre complétement. “Je te l’ai déjà dit n’est-ce pas ? Dans ce monder c’est TUER ou ÊTRE TUER “

“Golly ! Tu es vraiment une IDIOTE.” Dit Flowey en souriant. “C’est la cinquième fois!”

La pauvre fille regarda la fleur en voulant pleurer. Elle secoua sa tête et lui cria : “Laisse-moi tranquille!! Qu’est-ce que tu me veut !?” Elle venait juste d’entrer dans la salle mais elle disait lui parlait déjà

Oui, c’était la cinquième fois qu’ils se rencontraient.

Elle n’avait aucune explication de ce qu’il se passait. Elle était morte plusieurs fois, mais… D’une certaine manière, elle se réveillait à chaque fois dans la salle du lit de fleur dorée. Ayant de plus en plus de vertige à chaque fois qu’elle ressuscitait. Et dans la salle d’après, Flowey attendait. La première et seconde fois, il avait joué la carte de l’innocence. Prétendant de ne rien savoir. Mais la Troisième fois, après qu’il ait dit son nom, il a juste dit ”Pourquoi tu me force à me présenter encore une fois ? C’est malpoli de faire comme si tu ne me connaissais pas “. C’est ce qu’il lui a fait comprendre que ce n’était pas un drôle de rêve.

Ces choses arrivaient pour de vrai. Elle mourait et revenait à la vie pour une raison inconnue. Flowey continuait de la tuer. Encore et Encore. Même s’il savait qu’elle reviendrait de toute façon. Il se souvenait de tout. Alors… Pourquoi faisait-il cela ? Qu’est-ce qu’il voulait ? C’était douloureux, horrible et elle voulait que cela FINISSE

“Hmm… Ce que je veux ? Ce n’est pas important.” Flowey la regarda avec son regard innocent. Même s’il n’est plus si innocent maintenant. Maintenant elle était juste terrifiée. “Je risque peut être de me lasser, éventuellement.” Ajouta-t-il en clignant des yeux.

“S’il te plait … arête… ”Supplia-t-elle, sur le point de pleurer. Elle n’avait pas d’autre choix que de continuer. Peut-être que Flowey l’écoutera, à un moment. Même si cela impliquai de revenir une centaine de fois… Elle devait continuer parce qu’elle n’avait pas d’autre choix.

“Hé bien, tu sais comment ça se passe hein ?”Dit-il, en l’ignorant et invoquant ces pétales. Il raccourcissait les dialogues et allais directement là ou voulait en venir. C’était une bonne chose car elle pouvait alors se concentrer sur les combats et non pas sur ses dialogues.

Elle réussit à esquiver.

“Très bien, mais prévisible.” Dit Flowey en se moquant de la fille alors qu’il était en train de préparer une deuxième fournée de pétale, deux fois plus rapide que la dernière. Si elle voulait les esquiver, elle devait se jeter par terre. Mais cela en valait la peine.

Mais la prochaine attaque serait la plus difficile. S’il suivait la même logique, il enverrait encore plus de pétales, impossible à esquiver avec sa vitesse actuelle.

Malheureusement, elle était au sol. Il ne pourrait pas les éviter. Elle ferma ses yeux, tremblant comme une feuille, se préparant à une mort certaine.

Mais rien ne se passa.

Elle leva les yeux, confuse. Flowey était toujours ici, la regardant avec une expression ennuyée, “Gosh, tu es TELLEMENT FAIBLE. Tu le sais ça, pas vrai ?” Toutes les moqueries commençaient à l’atteindre, mais… au moins il n’attaquait pas. C’était définitivement une bonne chose. “Si une de mes attaques te touche, tu meurs. Cela ne m’était jamais arrivé avant… Peut-être que j’utilise trop de pétales ?”

La fille prit avantage de ce moment pour se lever, Ne savant pas ce qu’il allait arriver. La fleur semblait être perdue dans ces pensées… mais elle n’allait pas utiliser cette opportunité pour s’enfuir. Elle avait essayé la troisième fois, mais sans succès.

“Oh, Je Sais! J’veut tester quelque chose. Cette fois je n’en utiliserai que trois! Et peut-être que tu ne mourras pas tout de suite cette fois! Qu’est que t’en pense ?” Dis Flowey après quelque secondes de réflexion.

“Horrible.” Répondit-elle alors. Honnêtement, elle ne voulait pas avoir à esquiver encore une fois.

“Ne t’inquiètes pas.” Ajouta-t-il, en clignant des yeux encore une fois. “Je ferai en sorte que tu ne puisse pas les esquiver !”

Les pétales partirent en flèche. Ils percèrent son ÂME, tordant de douleur en agonisant. Mais cette fois, elle encore tenait sur ces genoux même si elle tremblait énormément. Mais elle ne tomberait pas cette fois.

“Presque!” dit Flowey, fier de lui. “Mais bon, je m’ennui … Peut être la prochaine fois !”

“Pro-Prochaine fois…?” À peine avait elle dit ces mots qu’elle tombât à genoux en serrant ces vêtements, fatiguée. Elle se sentait incapable de bouger, et vit alors Flowey invoquer un nombre incalculable de pétales se positionnant autour d’elle. Elle réalisa qu’elle ne pouvait rien faire en voyant le sourire de la fleur se transformer en un autre, dérangeant et perturbant.

“Meurt.”

Il se remit à rire, alors que les projectiles se dirigeant lentement vers la fille sans défense. Elle ne pouvait rien faire… Ne pouvait qu’attendre son destin. La fleur semblait être contente de la voir souffrir… Ne pouvait-il pas allez plus vite? Tout ceci semblerait moins douloureux … Peut-être que c’était justement son but …

Elle se mit sur les genoux, en serrant ses bras autour d’elle, voulant appeler de l’aider mais elle n’était plus capable de crier… …

Tout à coup, un flash de lumière orange et un cri. Elle leva les yeux et ne put apercevoir Flowey. À la place, il y avait un grand monstre blanc avec des cornes, la regardant avec un regard.

D’un air clairement inquiet, le monstre courra pour aller à ses côtés et s’agenouilla pour vérifier son état.

“Quelle horrible créature, torturant une si jeune et pauvre enfant …” Commença le nouveau monstre. Elle avait la voix d’une gentille Vielle dame, mais la fille était toujours effrayée et recula alors. C’était le second monstre qu’elle avait vu depuis qu’elle était et ne savait pas quoi penser d’elle après ce que lui avait fait le premier …Peut être qu’elle était même pire ! Elle était trop faible pour bouger même après plusieurs essais. La femme le remarqua et souleva gentiment la fille et. “Ah, Ne t’inquiètes pas, jeune fille ? Je suis là pour aider. Laisse-moi te soigner“

Après avoir dit ça, une douce lumière brilla à travers la salle, et la jeune squelette se sentit plus en forme, sa douleur avait disparu et elle pouvait à nouveau bouger. La seconde d’après, elle eut un nouveau vertige, comme lorsqu’elle s’était réveillée dans le lit de fleur. Une drôle de sensation dans son crâne l’obligea à trouver quelque chose, ou quelqu’un, sur lequel s’appuyer.

La grande chèvre humanoïde (désormais écris goat lady dans cette traduction) la regarda, alarmée : “Tout va bien mon enfant?” dit-elle, en caressant les cheveux de la jeune squelette en essayant de la calmer. La jeune fille ferma ses yeux et respira pendant quelque seconde avant de secouer sa tête afin de faire partir le sentiment de vertige.

Elle rouvrit les yeux, se sentant bien mieux. Maintenant elle savait qu’elle n’allait pas courir encore une fois. Si ce monstre voulait la tuer, il l’aurait fait depuis longtemps. A la place, elle avait pris du temps et de son énergie pour la soigner et de s’inquiéter pour elle. Ce qui la fit sentir plus en sécurité. Aussi, De la magie qui soigne ? C’était tellement cool ! Elle regarda son sauveur, confuse.

“Merci, Madame… err… Qui… Qui êtes-vous ?” Demanda-t-elle.

“Je suis Toriel, gardienne de ces ruines.” Répondit la Dame en caressant gentiment ses cheveux avec un grand sourire rassurant. “Je viens voir cette endroit chaque jour afin de m’assurer que personne n’est tombé ici. Il semble que tu as eu des soucis avec cette fleur. Je suis contente d’être arrivée à temps.”

La fille acquiesça, elle n’avait pas réellement envie d’expliquer ce qui venait de se passer. C’était fini et elle était heureuse.

“Merci, Miss Toriel.” Dit-Elle, Soulagée.

“Ce n’est pas tous les jours que je vois un squelette ici, dans les ruines.” La Goat lady Sourit encore une fois. “Puis-je te demander ton nom?”

Elles échangèrent des regards pendant quelque seconde. La fille réfléchit et pris la décision de croire en cette femme. Elle venait de sauver sa vie, elle avait une dette envers elle.

Elle sourit pour la première fois depuis de nombreux reset et répondit à sa question :

“Athela. Mon nom est Athela.”

Athela - LV 1

Ruines - Entrée

Nº Resets: 6

Bloomtale

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3nergy-spirit · 1 year

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im working on the others dont worry *why the fugg is mettatons hair so hard to do*

#bloomtale alphys #alphys undertale #alphys #bloomtale #utau #ut #bloomtale au

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themoonshinesystem · 7 years

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Bloomtale AU song (lyrics preview thing?)

So, I decided that, to show my love to the Undertale AU Bloomtale ( @askbloomtale) I would attempt to write my first song for it! It's a rap-ish sorta song, as I find those easiest, but here's what I got so far: [verse 1] Searching for a family I never knew; Searching for the answer to the truth; Searching for people like me, people like you; People that want to be alive too; I tripped and stumbled, death was imminent; But in the end, I became revenant; Haunted by a sadistic, otherworldly murderer; Hunting me down, trapping me in corners; But with the help of a queen I shall make it through this fray; As my life collapses, torture and disarray; Watch out world, this is who I am; My determination grows, I'll make it, yes I can! [chorus] Sometimes I believe this cursed land is nothing but a dream; Yet the screams that ring out through these halls bleed my every mean; So when I dust for the last time; Bury me inside a grave of flowers; It's far from finished, but I'll probably update this soon (maybe). Until then, adios! ^-^

#song #rap #bloomtale #undertale #undertale au #original song #preview

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raiby-rainbow-pearl · 8 months

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Bloomtale chibi characters

Yap, official look of Bloomtale characters(One day I gonna finish their references)

#Bloomtale #Undertale AU #Frisk #Flowey #Chara #Toriel #Asgore #Sans #Papyrus #Undyne #Alphys

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rua-tez · 7 years

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The fucking Undertale's AUs

I know many people do it buuuut I wanna too And sorry I can’t find ALL links ;-;

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I think I wrote it wrong. Sorry Omg. Sooooo many aus is here 0_0 Also. Thank you very much to everyone who helped in this. It’s nice of you ^^

#undertale au

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askbloomtale · 7 years

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Chapter 19 is finally up!!! So sorry about making you guys wait for so long... I have no excuse! But this is finally finished~ so go read it, and see how Athela meets two special brothers~

For those who can’t access AO3 or just don’t want to do it, the chapter is pasted under this sexy cut!!!

Bloomtale Chapter 19 – The suspect

Softness... warmth...

Athela opened her eyes slowly, hoping to see some light, a ray of sunshine, the trees of her home's forest... but she only got to see that familiar darkness she was already so used to.

That meant she was still underground. Well, of course... there was no way out, was there?

The young monster sighed, her mind still quite foggy form waking up, and moved her arm upwards, ready to take impulse and stand up; she had probably passed out in the snow again.

...

Her hand, however, found some resistance.

What... what was that? It felt like a blanket...

...

Wait a second.

She froze in place, confused and rattled. Not daring to make another movement; she had yet to analyze the situation. What was happening? Where was she? Did... did she die? But if that was the case, where was she now?? That wasn't snow, the air wasn't cold...

Cautiously, the skeleton moved her shoulders and neck, only to find out that her head was resting on something really soft. The surface she was lying on creaked softly as it slightly sunk, fluffiness and warmth filling her now cozy bones.

"Wha...?" Athela's voice felt rusty; her throat sore. She coughed, trying to get rid of the soreness, but it only got worse. Ugh. Well, whatever.

After making a few more movements, she arrived to some important conclusions. First of all: she wasn't dead. She wasn't back at the last save point and the usual headache didn't greet her, so she had probably survived the cold. She knew little more but one other thing: she was on a bed.

Where exactly? She didn't know.

How did she get there? She didn't know either, nope.

The last thing she had managed to recall so far... was that Flowey disappeared. And that she fainted... so, was she dead? Was this limbo? If that was the case, she would like to speak to God or whoever was in charge, because she was still unable to see a thing and it was very annoying.

...

No, wait.

She remembered now. Someone picked her up and ran. Did... did that person bring her to safety? Who was that person? Oh, if that was true she would have to thank them immensely.

So she was alive and safe. That... she almost couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true, in fact! Not like she didn't trust anyone nor anything anymore, but... why? It was not the first time she arrived to that spot, so why did someone appear? Did Flowey do something?

...

Unlikely. Highly unlikely.

Well, her glee would have to keep its cool until she actually found someone. Clearly there was no one there with her, so she would have to go look for the person who brought her there. Or... wait until they appeared. But Athela didn't want to wait, she felt too anxious.

She felt awful in general, to be honest. Her head was pounding, her bones were aching... but she felt good enough to stand up, so she got to the edge of the bed, thinking about the person who saved her. All her clothes were still on her, minus her shoes. She would find them eventually... maybe they were next to the bed. Just kneel down and... no... not there either...

...

Ah, there. Those felt like her boots. She carefully put them on and stood up, cautious. She still didn't know a thing about the place she was at, so she oughta be careful. She also needed to see if there was someone around to guide her, or at least to greet her.

"Hello...?" Oh no, there it was again. It was painful to speak... why? Was it the flower's fault? Was it... what was it? She coughed again, unvoluntarily, and felt even more like she had just fallen flat form the bed instead of just normally getting off it.

Shaking her head softly, she took one step forward. The floor was hard, probably wood, like the one on her own house. Athela moved her arms erratically, looking for any obstacle that she could crash onto. Eventually she found... a wall. Well, that was something, she could follow it to the door. Then, she would probably find someone... hopefully, at least.

Slowly, she got to the so desired door.

Hello, door. Are you closed?

No, you're not.

With a creak, the wooden piece opened, and now Athela was even more lost than before. Was she in a hallway, did she get outside....? Wait, no, not outside, it was too warm for it to be outside.

If she was still in Snowdin, that is. Maybe she was in another area... knowing how different the Ruins were from the forest, she wouldn't find strange another sudden change in temperature. The underground was a mysterious place...

The skelly called for help, again.

But nobody came.

Sighing, and clasping her neck with one hand, she tried to find a way out. Following the wall would be easy enough. Just how big was that place...? Ah, there you go, Athela, one step at a time. Good. Maybe find another door and...

Wait.

The floor suddenly disappeared...??

Oh no.

"Oh my GOD, I can't believe you died! What happened??" Flowey's laugh and the bitter cold greeted Athela after some minutes of darkness and headache.

She just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, cry and cry a lot.

Why did this happen to her? Now that she was safe and warm, why...? Why?? Oh, the rage was building up so fast, she might just yell so loud even her mother would be able to hear her from outside that hellish place.

Or... well, she could've done it, if not for the sudden feeling of her head being about to explode.

"Gah!" With a weak cry, the skelly held her head and closed her eyes with force, trying to resist the pain.

"Hey, hey, tell me what happened!" Flowey poked Athela insistently. That, plus the enormous headache that suddenly assaulted her made the poor skeleton curl up in a ball and whine, both from pain and disgust.

Flowey just sighed upon this and retreated his vine. He wanted to know everything, since he hadn't been there to watch first-hand, but... yeah, her annoying headaches –those now were also annoying for Flowey too because; come on! leave already and let him know what he wants to know!– were in the way. Better just wait it out.

Flowey could wait.

"..." Athela could finally think clearly again. It had been just a moment, but for her it had felt like a whole hour. Was the pain getting worse? If that was the case... she was done for. Or she would be, if the resets kept coming.

Anywho, now she could be a decent person, not curse mentally and talk properly. She patted her hair, cleaning it from snow and other things that might've gotten stuck there during her little floor struggle, and then faced the direction she thought Flowey was. There was no way to know if it was the right direction though.

"Soooo?" The little weed sounded impatient. Like he couldn't wait to know the end of the last horror show. "Come on, tell me. How did you die now? Was the cold too much and you ended up passing out? Did someone try to hurt you?"

Flowey was making up so many theories in his mind. He even thought, for a second, that a small white dog might've showed up and stole one of her limbs and then she died. That would've been funny.

But nothing prepared him for what she would say next.

"I... think I fell down some stairs..." Athela managed to mutter. It was... embarrassing enough. She would've preferred to keep it to herself, jeeze. But who knows what the flower would do if she didn't satisfy his curiosity.

"Wha... the... the stairs?" Oh. Oh no, he was about to explode in laughter. Too late, he already did. "Ahahaha!! I can't... Are you serious?? I can't believe it ahahah..."

Athela frowned, humiliated and sad. Ok, so it had been her fault for not remembering that houses could indeed have stairs, but... on the other hand, she wasn't to blame at all! Because last time Athela had been living in a house with stairs, she had only six years old! Maybe less. She wasn't used to houses with stairs... so she thought...

Oh, what was the point in trying to excuse herself. Flowey wouldn't care, and in fact he was still laughing. The poor skeleton felt her face heatening up, and she would've cried if it weren't for the flowers that were deeply buried inside her eyesockets. That would not stop her from feeling awful, anyway.

She kept silent, waiting for Flowey to finish laughing.

...

Well, technically, she wasn't silent just because of that.

What was she supposed to do now? Should she just... try again and hope that person would appear again? Should she wait for that person to get to her and rescue her? Would it be necessary to move at all from that spot? Or maybe she needed to fullfill some requirements in order for that person to appear, but... which?

Perhaps Flowey knew...

"Flowey," Athela was also curious about another thing. Her brain was working so fast, she had around a million questions. Of course, she knew he wasn't going to answer most of them, but at least she had to try.

"Oh, golly. I have to thank you for the best laugh I had in... I don't know, a lot of time," Flowey still sounded gleeful. Well, good for him. She would still ask her questions. First of all...

"Do you know where that person took me? And how much time I spent there before I..."

"Before you fell down the stairs like the blind klutz you are? Hee hee hee..." He was still chuckling. Maybe the fact that he was in such a good mood would prove useful for her.

"Yes. I just noticed... when I woke up, I felt awful," she made some unconscious hand gestures around her throat as she spoke. "And it was difficult for me to speak, but... now I feel fine."

A few seconds of silence.

"Well, it's not like your voice isn't rusty right now, you know?" Flowey giggled.

"I... It is?" What a surprise. But she felt fine... as... as fine as she could feel at the moment, that is.

"You spent there half a day, more or less." Finally, an answer. "Well, maybe you're just constipated. Would explain the throat ache."

"Consti... pated?" Athela rose an eyebrow to herself, trying to understand what the flower was saying. And even though he knew she couldn't see him, Flowey rose an eyebrow and gave her a look that said 'really?'

Maybe she could feel it if he stared hard enough.

"Yes. Constipated. Ill. You know what that means, right? You're sick, maybe you have the flu," there were many ways to say the same thing. At that last sentence, Athela seemed to recognize some of the words.

"Ah! Mom fell sick once. She told me she had the flu," Athela smiled proudly and started explaining how one day her mom had spent all day out and it had been raining and then she came back home completely drenched and the next day she spent all day in bed, red like a tomato because she felt sick. "And then I got her some wet towels because she said..."

"Aaaarrrgggghhhh I don't care what she said, shut up!!" Flowey's annoyed voice made the poor skeleton freeze up and shut it. "Okay, so you know what that is, but apparently you never fell sick yourself."

"But... I'm a skeleton. I can't fall sick, right?"

Athela heard a soft slapping sound, and then a deep, deep sigh.

What?

But could she fall sick or not??

"Whatever," another sigh from the flower, who just chose not to answer her at all. "I'll just guess that your parents did a good job protecting you from germs."

"What? But my dad..."

"I don't care!" Flowey almost yelled again as he tried to keep Athela from saying unnecessary things. "I don't care. Just... stop talking and just... er..."

Silence.

Athela wondered if something was up again, or...

"Actually, I don't know if you should just wait out again. It worked last time..." Ah, no, he had just been thinking. It seems he had problems tying up his new wicked plan. Because it surely was wicked, Athela had experience already and could tell.

"Who saved me, Flowey? Do you know?" If Athela had any other question for this wicked flower, she had forgotten by now. She was interested on other things.

"I do know," short, grumpy answer, and then some whispering that Athela managed to hear. "He almost saw me last time, would be problematic if... no, but maybe I should just make her wait and then.... but that would be boring, argh..."

"... Flowey?" Athela muttered, not really wanting to interrupt. But her thirst for knowledge was stronger than her fear. "Who was that...?"

"Shush." One short hiss was all that Flowey had to do to make the poor skeleton shut up. He sounded really angry and focused. "Gosh, you're just like a child, so inquisitive and all. Stay quiet for a second, you idiot."

Jeeze, she just wanted to know...

But... anyway, if she managed to reunite with that person again, then it would be no problem asking. Maybe she should get going and, with some luck, she would encounter them again.

...

But she still didn't know what the condition for meeting them was. Did she need to do something, or did they just appear at random? Before she had any time to double think, she had already stood up. Apparently, that confused Flowey.

"What are you doing now?" He inquired, voice still sounding annoyed. Oops?

"Er... I'm going to... the place where..." Athela didn't know how to answer in an appropriate way. Was there a way he would get less angry?

"Oh my God. You'll just die again if you do that.... ..... but be my guest, come on." Apparently not. Athela's lack of knowledge was throwing him off edge. What was she missing??

"Wait, no, but... what should I do then?" She pleaded.

"Not telling you."

"Pleaseee?" Pleading would've been completely humiliating if this wasn't really important for Athela. It was the chance to meet another friendly monster! A monster that cared enough to actually save her. There was something... that made her want to know this above anything. So she played the part. "If you tell me I will keep quiet!"

...

That seemed to convince him alright. Was Athela THAT annoying? The skelly seemed a bit hurt over this, but... Flowey was just downright mean, nothing she could do about it.

"Well, it has to do with TIME, duh," Flowey started explaining with a slow tone, as if she were stupid. Which was annoying. "The timeline in which you encountered him, you stood here for a lot of time, whining like the baby you are. Then he had time to get there to save you."

"Oooh...." That made sense. She was not a baby, but that was... obvious. How didn't she think of that too? ... Maybe because she wasn't really focused at the moment.

"So your best friend Flowey recommends that you wait here for at least twenty minutes. Then you can go and probably meet your doom!" Athela knew Flowey so well by then that she was already imagining how he was moving. He was probably sticking his tongue out at her again while he winked like a... like a ... creepy weed with... eyes and mouth.

Yes.

She needed to get better at this insult game.

Athela didn't say anything. And Flowey didn't say anything, either. They were just there, silently waiting. Oh, the wait was so hard... for both of them. Both of them were stubborn and impatient. One more so than the other.

Because she had promised to keep quiet, there was nothing Athela could say; not like she wanted to speak with her killer, but... still, silent was difficult to bear with if you knew you had company.

Tick, tock.

How tedious.

...

Athela had started counting the seconds, when a sneeze interrupted her train of thought. It was quiet and weak, but it was hers. Weird. She felt colder all of a sudden...

"Huh. Standing still must've been getting you sicker," Flowey didn't sound worried, only thoughtful. His comments were appreciated in that frozen lake of silence, though.

Anyway, Athela would've preferred her mother. She missed her so much...

"I'm moving. It's been a while already..." She indeed felt worse than before... better get moving before the cold manage to sink through her bones.

"..."

There was no answer.

That made Athela nervous. Was he still there, or did he leave? N-not like she needed Flowey to go on, she already knew the way and honestly that weed creeped her out with his every word. So it was better if he wasn't around.

But if he wasn't around she could not know where he was, if he was plotting something in the shadows... uh, that was unsettling too. It seems like no matter where or what was Flowey doing, he always managed to make her feel bad.

Well, as Athela was saying, she didn't need him. He probably just resumed his stalker schedule to see how she played his game. His game... Flowey's game...

Flowey game.

Floweystep.

Super Flowey Bros.

Athela was thinking names for this "game" as she walked. She brushed a pinetree with her left arm, and so she knew she had to change directions. It was impressive how she was able to move swiftly while being blind... she almost felt proud of herself. Not like she could feel really proud; being blind was mostly her fault for being so clumsy anyway.

Oh, but the game thing. A name for it.

It needed to have Flowey's name in it, because Flowey was narcissistic like that. Or at least, he looked like he was. So maybe... Flowey's adventure? Too long.

Floweyventure. Uh, no.

Flowey...

Floweytale!

...

"I don't have any taste at naming games..." The skeleton sighed, saddened by her poor naming skills. Well, the time to think about that was over. Now she needed to concentrate at the puzzles that were coming next.

She kinda missed the times Flowey would solve them for her to make it all go quicker.

But that was bad. She couldn't become dependent of him. Not him, of all people. She would nail those puzzles, and then she would meet the person who saved her again. Just you wait and see. She could do this.

Athela opened her eyes, waking up from her slumber. The usual blackness met her, and this time she smiled. She could feel the softness of a bed, the warmth of a blanket.

She did it.

Well, she did die once before managing to do it for real. But now she was there, safe and sound, protected inside a house away from all that snow and cold death. She sighed, relaxing at last. There was nothing to fear now. Only stairs. But that was fine, she would just stay there, waiting.

...

She... wasn't good at waiting.

Both the expectation and eagerness of meeting someone new were rushing through her head, she was literally restless. At least now she knew more or less where she was and could process everything better, but... ugh. Where was her savior?

Athela sighed, trying to calm down. Be patient, Athela. Just pretend it's like when you were back home, waiting for mom to come back from work. Sometimes she took almost an entire day, but she would always come back. This was the same, that person couldn't just go away forever, right? They had to return to check on her. Maybe they just went to... get something. Or... well, it was no use worrying about that now. She just had to wait.

...

She couldn't just wait there on that bed. She... she didn't feel really good, physically speaking, but her mind was eager. So she stood up, caressing her neck softly.

It was sore.

She coughed, and that was painful.

...

So... skeletons COULD get sick, huh.

"I'll be fine..." Athela muttered to herself as she stood up from the bed. She put on her boots again, and she started walking across the room. Of course, she wasn't going to get out of it; dangerous stairs were out to get her. Begone, foul beasts!

No, she was just going to check the room.

Patting her surroundings, the skelly made her way to a table. It had small things resting on top... something that felt like figurines. Articulate dolls? They were small... maybe the room belonged to someone who really liked playing with action figures. She liked them, too. It was fun to play and pretend they were out on a mission to save the dragon from the mean knight who only wanted the princess' money and status.

She smiled, remembering her silly games. It had been a while... maybe she should play again sometime, when she got back home.

She would do that, definitely.

Not wanting to mess with someone else's belongings for long, she moved on. Next thing she found was... a bookshelf. Yeah, she easily recognized that, she had like four at her house. Filled to the brim with books, comics, and other cool things that could be read.

This one also seemed to have a wide variety of books... thin, thick, big, small, soft, hard. Wow. She wanted to know so bad what all those books were about... too bad she couldn't read anymore.

....

Sighing sadly, she left the bookcase alone and kept going through the room. Better forget she couldn't do one of the things she loved anymore because of her blindness... by.. touching a doorknob.

Wow, what. Another door? But the door was in the opposite direction, wasn't it? Weird... was this one open?

"there are no skeletons inside that closet, ya know? except my bro, sometimes," Athela went stiff when a deep voice interrupted her train of thought and her actions. What a scare...

"I... I'm sorry, I just... wanted to check, and..." Not daring to move, the skeleton started to feel her bonecheeks heating up because of the embarrassment. Oops, she had been caught snooping around.

But the newcomer didn't seem to mind her nosiness, or at least it looked like he didn't, because he let out a short laugh.

"hey, no sweat, gal. not my closet anyway," he sounded nice. Athela liked that. And... judging by what he just said, she had been about to enter a closet. And not his closet. So this was someone else's room... which meant he wasn't the one who saved her, right? Or at least, that was what she could deduce. Her brain was working so fast due to sheer nervousness and anticipation to meet her hero. But, if he didn't save her, who did? She turned around to ask, while the other guy kept talking to her. "so anyway, i came to check up on you because holy shit your eyes."

....

Oh. Oh, no, a swear. Bad word, bad.

"Er..." Athela felt uneasy. He sounded uncomfortable. Was he uncomfortable? So far, no one had said a word about her eyes... so why did he? No, but he sounded like he was really uncomfortable. She could hear him muttering something... what? she wasn't sure. But... whatever it was, she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Was she just... gross to look at, with all those flowers covering her eyes? Oh no, surely she was. Oh no, she was starting to feel anxious. No words came out of her mouth... what could she even say in a situation like this?

That moment of silence was slowly turning into a deep, awkward one. Seems like the other guy didn't know what to say either.

...

Uh...

"BROTHER, YOU BETTER BE HERE AS I ASKED!!" Thankfully, another person came through the door and broke the suffocating silence with his high pitched voice. Was it really high pitched or was he just really excited? Whatever it was, Athela could feel a deep relief and a sigh coming up.

"hey bro," yes, that other guy also sounded relieved. "guess what."

"WHAT? DID UNYNE SHOW UP? I'VE BEEN CALLING HER!" The newcomer... didn't notice Athela was there. Probably he was busy talking to his brother.

Wait... his voice... sounded so familiar.

"nah, not yet. it's something else."

"WHAT? WHAT IS IT?" Oh, he was anxious to know. What his brother probably wanted to say is that she had woken up, but...

"well. you could ask her," ah, there it is.

"SANS, I CAN'T DO THAT, SHE'S STILL UNCONSCIOUS!! RIGHT, GIRL I DON'T KNOW YET?"

"........." Oh, oh no. He probably saw her and he didn't realize yet. That was so... funny?? She tried hard not to break into laughter. Best thing was that the other guy... Sans? was also silent, as if he were waiting for his brother to realize. Oh no.

"..."

Oh no. She was starting to break.

"OH MY GOD!" After a few moments, he seemed to realize. "YOU'RE AWAKE!!"

"Y-yes," She managed to say. It would be really rude to start laughing now. But gosh that was adorable.

"OH MY GOD!" He repeated, gleefully. However, his tone quickly changed to a scolding one. "SANS! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? I SENT YOU HERE TO CHECK UP ON HER!"

"she just woke up, that's why."

"EXCUSES, EXCUSES." Athela was enjoying this conversation.

"hey bro. she just woke up. aren't you gonna ask... flower she doing?"

...

Well, any joy she could've felt was gone now.

What was that? Was he... making fun of her? First, he sounded kinda grossed out about her flowers, and now he did this... oh... oh no, what if the other guy was also grossed out but was too polite to say anything about it? She wanted to hide in that closet forever.

"SANS!" There, he sounded displeased. With... his brother. Not her? "I WAS ABOUT TO DO THAT RIGHT NOW!"

She heard him approach, his steps creaking on the floor. His hands grabbed hers and shook them in an excited manner.

"HELLO! ARE YOU OKAY? I SAW YOU SLEEPING ON THE SNOW AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE FEELING SICK, SO I SAVED YOU! DON'T THANK ME!" He was still shaking her hands. What an enthusiastic guy.

Wait...

HE saved her!! Oh gosh he saved her.

"yeah, don't thank him. that's just his daisy routine. helping people and all." Sans said something else. Athela didn't get it at first... daisy? A daisy was a flowe... oh. Oh.

Well, he was definitely mocking her now. Why else would he mix up words with flowers after seeing her eyes? That... that was rude. She didn't like him anymore.

"UGH... SANS!!" Even her saviour seemed annoyed at his word choices. "DON'T MIND MY BOTHER, PLEASE. OH, I LIKE YOUR FLOWERS! THEY'RE GOLDEN, AND PRETTY!"

"What...?" Athela was confused.

"I'VE NEVER SEEN ANOTHER SKELETON THAT HAD FLOWERS IN THEIR EYES! THEY LOOK REALLY COOL." He seemed blatantly honest... she couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment. It wasn't really a compliment, because the flowers weren't really part of her body, but... he probably thought they were. Which made what he said, a compliment.

"Uh... t-thanks..."

"MY NAME IS PAPYRUS, BY THE WAY!" He just continued talking, excitedly. She felt like she would barely had time to talk, he was talking so fast... but she would manage to say her name, at least.

"I'm Athela... thanks for saving me, Papyrus," they just told her there was no need to thank him, but she would do it anyway, for she was really grateful. Also, his voice sounded REALLY familiar... when had she heard it before...? Think, girl, think...

"ATHELA! THAT'S A NICE NAME! IT SUITS YOU!" Papyrus seemed excited still. What a nice, cool guy. She was about to blush again... two compliments in a row! She felt better about being a gross flowery mess now.

"yeah, very appropriate," The other dude, Sans, seemed like he was giggling.

"UGH. SANS, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE LAUGHING NOW, BUT STOP IT. WE HAVE GUESTS!!"

"well that's because her name is a... er... ya know what, never mind," Athela got what he wanted to say. She had a flower's name. What. Was it so funny to him? Jeeze... great, she was salty again. Why did she feel like this...?

Anyway, it didn't matter. Maybe it was because she felt like a rug, her head hurt and her throat were aching... ugh. She coughed, covering her mouth because she was polite, unlike that Jerry dude from before.

This seemed to alarm Papyrus.

"OH, OH NO. SANS, SHE'S SICK!"

"just as you suspected, paps," Sans didn't seem surprised, though. "but we have medicine, so that's snow problem, right?"

"UGH. WAIT HERE, I'LL GO GET YOU SOMETHING!" And with that, Athela heard a door closing. He har probably left... leaving her alone with Sans. She was pretty sure she didn't fancy the guy that much by now.

...

Silence was uncomfortable. She decided to go back to bed, because she felt pretty dizzy. She felt like she was abusing their hospitality, but... maybe just five more minutes...

"the bed is the other way," Sans' voice made her jolt and change directions immediately.

"... Thanks."

...

There it was. The bed. She sat down and then... then what? Should she lie down? The other dude was right there, she didn't really feel like sleeping while someone else was watching. Uh...

...

This was... an uncomfortable situation, to say the least.

"so, you're not from around here, huh," Sans sounded closer now. Weird... she never heard him take a step.

"Not really, no..."

"uh... good. i guess," yep, he still sounded uncomfortable. "look, sorry about earlier. i just... i wasn't expecting to see..."

"It's okay. I get it," Athela cut him off, not really wanting to hear what he wanted to say.

Athela wanted Papyrus back.

But at least having Sans was better than having Flowey, right? She could bear this.

"welp, i think paps has it covered for now. i should get back to work," oh, he was leaving, good. Well, not 'good', but... at least the uncomfortable situation would be over...

"Fine," she answered, trying her best to not keep silent and made it all more violent.

"just a question before i leave, missy."

"... Yes?" She didn't know what to expect, to be honest. And... his voice, all of a sudden, sounded more serious.

"did you always have those flowers on you?"

...

What... was that question for?

Should... should she answer honestly? But... but she didn't feel like explaining her situation to him, and... it would be weird. Maybe he would not believe her... no, he would definitely not believe her.

And if she said no, and he started asking even more questions... it would probably become messy and...

...

"Yes," She lied. Her lie, a short and simple word, sounded heavy on her throat.

But she thought it was for the best.

". . . i s e e ."

Athela didn't hear another sound. The silence grew deeper... until the door opened.

"I'M BACK! I THOUGHT WE COULD SHOW YOU AROUND AND... WHERE DID SANS GO?"

"... What?" Apparently, Papyrus was back, but... Sans left?

When did he even do that?

...

Okay, Athela was creeped out alright.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Papyrus didn't even care that much, because he immediately changed topic. "ARE YOU STILL TIRED? I WOULD LIKE TO SHOW YOU AROUND!!"

"Er... sure..." Still confounded, Athela stood up from the comfy bed, and walked her way to where she thought the door was. Still unnerved.

Something was off, but she didn't know what.

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#Bloomtale #Bloomtale AU #Chapter 19 #main story #The suspect #skelebros!#finally #sorry for the hiatus #Athela #OC #Papyrus #Sans #Your best friend #Flowey #you idiot #Snowdin #????

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