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A Monster's Turmoil by jrscoolio

    To this day I continue to ask who I really am, even after the loss of my mother and father, even after I joined and quit the guards. Who am I? I am a monster but I hate harming humans, I despise it. Why must we be at war?
    I have that same dream every night. The murders of those three children. The first one is the soul of this child, they had a sky blue soul. A beautiful soul it was. The child was even more beautiful.
    A young girl with a blue dress, she almost looked like a princess. She had a toy knife, and she was tough. Light on her feet and quite patient for a princess, guarding, slashing and jumping around those purple walls of the ruins. She didn't want to die...
    But she did. Her blood stained my blades. I still hear it...drip, drip, drip. The echo plaguing my mind with grief, and it wasn't getting better. What am I...?
    The next one was a bold orange soul, this boy was tough. He had a brutish smile and a smug attitude. I admired this kid's guts, up close and personal. He takes swings and punches, actually catching me off guard and making me fall on my back. It was in the forest not far from Snowdin. He cracked his knuckles and tightened his headband, then he charged.
    The attack was fatal...but not to me. The boy drew his hand back and threw a punch. All I heard next was a scream, a terrified scream of a child, a scream of pain and suffering.
    I heard my voice in that scream. It was calling out, "Mom, dad..." But nobody came.
    My blade dripped, and dripped and dripped, littering the beautiful white snow with the crimson red drops. Blood, more and more blood. Drip, drip, drip...out his back. My first thought was, "Where were his mom and dad?"
    Then last came the worst one, a marine blue soul, a young girl in a tutu and ballet shoes. I killed her at my home, the Waterfall. This human...she never fought back. I remember the look in her eyes, the tears as blue as her soul.
    I confronted her shortly before these falls that had large stones flowing through the water. Her eyes were a bright blue, similar to her soul. But what happened next killed me.
    "Hold it right there human!" I called out as I approached her from behind.
    She whirled around, her pink tutu swaying slightly as she turned and stared at me. At this point I was eager and frustrated she had gotten so far ahead. Then she spoke to me.
    "Please..." She simply pleaded, staring me right in the eyes. "I just want to go home. Please let me pass miss."
    I shook my head at the young girl. "I'm sorry, we need your soul in order to be free. We want to be free from our prison and our suffering."
    Her short brown hair drooped over her face, and she slowly crouched down, falling to her knees. "O-okay...very well miss." I was shocked, her voice was soft and sincere. "If...if it will help the ones you love...if it will help your kind...then take my soul."
    I stared at her, my blade drawing just beneath my wing. I knelt down before the young child, feeling tears well my eyes as her own tears hit the blue floor. All I could do is wrap my wings around her back and pointed the sharp sword at her spine, just below her soul.
    Her tears covered my dress as mine covered hers, and I pulled my wing back. The only words I could muster up, the only words I could dare say to this tender soul were, "I'm sorry."
    My wing shot forth, piercing through her back. It was quick, a sharp gasp and she was gone. My blade pierced my heart at that moment, making me regret everything I stood for in Monster kind.
    Now I walk the path where I carried her, the very same path to the room with the caskets. My eyes welling with tears as I descend the stairs to the room of the fallen children. I enter the room and look across the room, seeing five closed caskets and two open ones, red and yellow. She's there with four others, their coffins closed.
    Walking over to the first three caskets, I plant my wing on the one with the deep blue heart. She changed my life...and hopefully with this I can change the mind of our king, King Asgore.
    "Miss..." I speak to the casket, kneeling in respect for the dead, "and those who have fallen...I am sorry, for us all. None of you deserved this. You all deserved to be free as much as we did. And we took that chance from you. But today I hope to stop the killing of your kind by convincing King Asgore that it is not needed in order to be free. I understand if we should not be forgiven...but at the least I can make an effort to make up for our poor mistakes."
    Wiping tears from my eyes, I slowly rose and turned to the door, walking from the room and returning up the steps. My eyes locked with the throne room door as I took a deep breath and walked through. Before me in the room of golden flowers sat the Ruler of Monsters himself, King Asgore.
    The monster who united us all in love and will, promising us faith that we shall one day escape, sat upon his throne hunched over as he just stared at the fields of gold petals. His head slowly raised as he looked at me, almost through me. I stand tall and firm, looking him dead in the eyes.
    "Ah..." He starts simply, "Harven. It has been ages I last saw you. Are you doing well?"
    "I am." I reply to his question in a strong voice. "And you?"
    Asgore glances back down at his flowers and sighed, planting his hands on his knees and slowly rising, his long purple cape swaying slightly as he stood and simply stares at me for a few moments. He looked through me, I looked through him. Lowering his head, he sighs softly. "You are here on business, are you not?"
    "Sadly Asgore, I am. I'm here to change your mind about killing humans." I say, slowly approaching the large bearded goat, his massive white horns shining ever so slightly in the light.
    "You know that cannot happen Harven. I'm not doing this for myself, I am doing this for everyone in the Underground, we all wish to be free." At that, I flick my wings, the silver blades sliding out to the tip of my wings, glistening in the light. "I suppose you'd make this decision. Very well Cosset, meet me at the barrier. There, we shall decide things."
    My eyes lock with his tender ones. I retract my blades and sigh softly. "I will see you there." Our lord nods and turns, exiting the room.
    Asgore is like a father to me. He was there when my parents were gone, basically raised me until I was old enough to live on my own. He taught me how to cook, how to fight, and he made promises, promises he always kept.
    Asgore was the father I wish I had in the rest of my life. I fought him many times, he's beaten me, I've beaten him. But now...the stakes were higher.
    As I followed the old beast to the barrier, I could only think about what I was fighting for. I was fighting for not just me and my mental wellness, but any more humans that were to fall down here. Only two souls left until the barrier is broken, and that means a cost of two more lives are to come if I fail.
    My mind became lost in thought until I hear his deep voice boom in the echoing barrier. "Here we are Cosset."
    Blinking twice, I wipe my face with my wing, realizing tears had streamed it. I looked at the king and he looked back. "You realize I will be doing real harm onto you this time, right? I won't stop until you heed my plea."
    "Then I suppose only one of us will walk away alive." I could feel my sins crawling on my back as I stared at him, knowing what he meant by that. I was going to kill Asgore and win over my argument, or die trying and have nothing change. The stakes were even higher than before...and here, I was not going to die today.
    With my blades drawn, Asgore reaches under his cape and blasted his signature red trident out from under his cape, showing off his gilded armor in the light of the barrier, ember lit up the air around us. He towered over me, like a titan standing over a warrior princess, he was a giant and yet we were both about the same size.
    His deep voice boomed through the barrier, "Forgive me Harven..." Raising his trident in the air, it glistened in the light as he smashed it into the ground, embers whipping up around the two of us.
    I stood firm, my black dress swaying from the flames as they wrapped around us, giving neither of us any way to escape. The exit was covered in blazes and the barrier was sealed shut as always. The fight had begun.
    Fireballs blazed in around me in a circle, burning in towards me as I leap into the air, opening my wings wide and soaring high as I could. Fireballs chased me as I flipped and tumbled in the air, gliding around until I started diving right at His Highness. The blazing spheres around me splashing into the walls and floor, bursting into flares before dissipating
    Leaning back and drawing my legs forward, I plunged my talons down into his golden armor and pushed him back on his feet. He skidded against the black earth, his back arched forward, helping him balance against the heavy areal strike.
    The hit nearly leaving him unharmed, Asgore took a slash at me with his crimson trident. I flapped my wings hard, pushing me back just enough feet to stay out of range of Asgore.
    I feel my Willpower dwell up inside me, the rush of the fight, the heart of the battle. A green aura shined bright around my soul, and a green plate shrouded it. My willpower's guard.
    A deep power within my soul, it creates a heavy shield around my soul, fragile, yet unbreakable. Or rather, a shield that can break and fix almost faster than it can be broken.
    Charging in, I draw both blades as the slide to my wrist. I wrap my wings around the shimmering steel and take a slash at Asgore. Raising his trident before me, the blades clash in sparks of fire, and I continued the assault...again and again, hacking and slashing and he kept with my rhythm.
    At one point, I thought I had him. Raising my blade high and leaping into the air, I brought down my steel upon the tri-pronged lance and struck it into the earth, piercing the metal into the ground and stunting Asgore and his blocks. Drawing a wing back, I rocketed the feather hand forth towards the king and aimed right for his head, blade glinting as I did.
    Asgore, with his unchanged blank look quickly changed to one of fury. Whipping his head to the side, his horn clacked against my blade and knocked it aside, leaving me wide open. Releasing his trident, Asgore gripped both of my shoulders and drew his head back, launching it forward into my head and clashing his hard skull to my fragile one.
    I'm sent skidding against the ground, rolling and tumbling like a ball rolling down a hill. I coughed and groaned, my head throbbing but my shield blocking most of that heavy impact.
    "O-ow..." I mumbled, getting to my feet, staggering as I stepped. "That...hurt..."
    "You know the stakes Cosset, I can't hold back any longer against you. You're threatening our future if you kill me, I cannot possibly let you force my hand to stop this now. We are nearly free, and stoping now would be betraying the people I love. The people WE love!"
    "You must understand, it is too late to give up now, if we give up now taking those lives will be for nothing." He argued, sympathy in his eyes. "Please, understand I am only trying to help our kind live out a dream we have been destined to see for centuries."
    I knew...I knew that dream, and I feel the very same way...and yet I was disgusted by the efforts we need to make. The idea of being able to reach out to the sky and feel the warmth, being able to see a world beyond the one we see now, see the world!
    That didn't make us monsters...but murder did, Asgore could see it in my eyes as if I said it right to him. With a nod, he responds "Very well Harven, hold nothing back."
    Fire blazed towards me and I draw my wings back, flicking them forth, sending brown feathers from me towards him. The feathers fly through the blaze like arrows and strike Asgore, sticking across his chest and two into his face. The red hot flames blazing over me, I hold up my arms and blocked the fire, causing my wings to catch flame.
    I quickly pat the fire out against my dress, only to be welcomed with a tri-spear charging forth and piercing through my right side, right spike and driving it into a wall. I shriek...even my shield couldn't protect me from that.
    I stared on in shock, my eyes locking with Asgore's. Then, in the silence as we stared, I heard a sound. A sound that plagued my ears.
    Drip, drip, drip...the sound echoed through the barrier. Looking down at my side, I see a deep crimson rolling off of the similar red trident. Blood...drip, drip, drip...
    "How...am I bleeding...?" I think to myself. I could only breathe slightly, the attack making me stunned more than anything.
    He noticed it too...Asgore stared at the dripping red wound, before returning his gaze to me. He huffs, planting a foot to the black wall and pulling at the red trident.
    I collapse, breathing heavily as roll to my side and groan, holding the stab wound. It was clean through. I still couldn't believe it, I laid in a pool of my own blood. How was I bleeding? I'm a monster, I am only able to turn to dust...right?
    Asgore stood over me, now I was at his mercy, doubled over in pain and paralyzed. My body shuddered, Asgore's back to the barrier with his shadow looming over me. It...it was over.
    Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him, the monster who trained me, taught me, damn near raised me...was the one who was going be the hands that I die to. I'm sorry...I'm sorry to the humans, I'm sorry to monsters, I'm sorry to mom and dad...I'm sorry to Asgore.
    He raised his trident over me, blades pointed down right at my head. I could only muster up one word to say before it was brought down upon my head.
    "D-daddy..." I huffed out, tears and blood littering the floor. The spear is brought down upon me, and I hear it pierce the earth...
    ...Drip, drip, drip...
    I take a deep breath, coughing as I sat, unable to move my neck and yet still bleeding. My eyes shift down, towards my neck, and I catch sight of the red spikes just an inch from my neck. "I told you only one of us would walk away alive."
    The ground cracks lightly, then the spikes raise from around my neck. I roll to my back and huff heavily, holding my bleeding wound with my wing. I can't believe my soul is still in one piece.
    "GUARDS!" Asgore's voice booms, and the sound of clattering metal is heard, and yet somehow the sound of my blood still overpowered the sounds around me. My vision growing blurry, I could only make out the separate figures of Asgore and the guards.
    "Yes King Asgore!" Two bold male voices spoke.
    "Take Miss Cosset to her home in the Waterfall, but patch her up first. Make sure she gets home safe." Asgore commands
    "What?! B-but Asgore!" One protests
    "Harven is wanted for theft! She's a fugitive!" Added the other.
    "Drop the charges and take her home, don't tell anyone of what you saw here today." Asgore boomed. His strong eyes turned to those of sorrow as the guards lifted me and slung me over one of their shoulders.
    "Wait." The blurry white king said as the guards started off. They stopped. "Harven..."
    "Yes..." I mumbled, "Asgore...?"
    "Listen to me young one." He starts, "I admire your bravery, I always have. You are a very strong monster, and doing this took a lot of bravery. But please...don't pull such a stunt again...I do care about you, very much...but if you dare come back to try this again, I won't let you leave alive. But...I'm not going to stop you and what you believe in."
    "But..." I feel his hand hold my wing, running his thumb across my wing. "I won't stomp on your hopes and dreams. If you wish for this to end, stay true to yourself and convince whoever you can that my way is wrong...if you get them to join as one...then, and only then will you be truly strong enough to stop me...not in strength, but in spirit."
    "I love you Harven...don't ever lose hope." As my vision starts to go black, the last thing I feel is his lips press to my forehead like a father kissing his child good night. And everything went black.
    Stay true to myself...
    The dripping...it stopped...
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    My eyes open slowly, and I got a view of the ceiling of my home. Sitting up and looking at my bloody wound, I pull up my dress to see bandages wrapped around my waist, blood staining the white wrapping. Staring at the blood, I sat and thought to myself of...why?
    Monsters don't bleed...we turn to dust. When we're hurt badly our bodies break apart and fade. Then how does this crimson liquid flow from my body...unless...
    I'm not just a monster...
This is my Contest Entry for Undertale Fans. This story puts my OC Harven Cosset against Asgore, as well as her inner demons.
© 2017 - 2024 jrscoolio
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well im going to lose