Illusions

An Undertale FanFiction story.

By Secretive Wren 857

Chapter One

I was a killing machine. I knew that since the moment that flower did it.

I would feel how the bones controlled by my magic penetrated the bodies of my victim. How its blood splattered on those white bones. How its mouth went dry, and its eyes went blank.

But I wasn't a murderer. He was the murderer.

If I was a murderer, I would be killing people, monsters, it wouldn't matter who it was. But I killed those who did.

He showed no mercy. I would follow his example.

I saw a shadow moving. My fists grew tighter.

I walked towards, to see where the shadow had moved.

And then I saw it.

I saw the one that caused all this trouble.

That. Damn. Flower.

With bare hands, I charged toward that bastard. I didn't want to kill it with magic. I wasn't mad. I was pissed the hell off.

I wanted to kill it with my hands, so I could see how its mouth went dry, its eyes went blank, and the blood would splatter in the fresh snow.

I was tired of those games.

I was done smiling.

I only knew I wanted to kill it. Right in that moment. Right there.

I grabbed the flower from its stem, and punched it in the face. I could see how it tried to defend itself. How the vines tried to get into my eye sockets, and around my neck, but I was too fast.

I was a killing machine, wasn't I?

I had seen enough. I wanted to break my heart. I wanted to tear apart, I wanted to stop living.

I had, since the moment I saw the flower killing my brother.

I saw how Papyrus tried to fight back, but couldn't defend himself. And that little bastard made a hole in Papyrus heart.

All in front of me.

And then, he began laughing. Like if it was only a big joke, and was eager to take another soul.

But not anymore.

"This is for my brother!" I yelled, my heart tearing apart, "This is your fault! This is your fault! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

I punched the flower. I took every single petal and tore them apart. I grabbed every single leaf it had and broke it.

Ready for a final blow, I used my magic, grabbing its soul and moving him up and down, left and right, punching him while doing it.

And unexpectedly, I wasn't holding Flowey. Instead, I was holding Papyrus, and punching him. Blood splattered his bones, his smile left behind.

I was terrified. I tried to let him go, but I couldn't, like if my hands where glued to his shoulders.

"N-no!" I said. "Stop! STOP!"

My magic wasn't obeying me. I couldn't stop punching him, hurting him. Killing him.

I was a killing machine, wasn't I?

Papyrus body changed, turning into Undyne, her soul destroyed, and hopes stabbed. I was crying as I saw how all of my friends were dying at my hands, by my own uncontrollable magic. Alphys, Asgore, Toriel, Mettaton, and then…

Frisk.

"NO, STOP THIS NOW!" I yelled with all my might, seeing how the little body was filled with blood.

My magic obeyed me. It stopped. Everything stopped.

That's when I woke up, panting.

I saw around. I was still in my room. The blankets were turned over, almost in the floor. My shirt was covered in sweat, my mouth letting out a few sobs.

I tried to calm myself down by repeating 'it was just a bad dream', but nothing worked. I ended up laying my head on my knees, my arms hugging them, my mouth letting out some sobs.

After some time, I lifted my head and removed the tears that were falling into my cheeks. I got up, trembling and with the feel of throwing up. I was scared.

I felt sick.

I walked slowly, part of it because I didn't want to cause sudden movements. The other part was that I didn't want to wake up Papyrus.

I immediately went to my brother's room. I opened the door a little, enough to see Papyrus, plain asleep, breathing slowly, the sheets rising and falling along with his breath.

I closed the door weakly, and returned to my room. I went back to bed, without covering myself with the blankets.

One sheep…two sheep…three sheep…

It didn't matter what I tried, I couldn't go back to sleep. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go back to sleep.

Since I wouldn't be able to fall asleep soon, I went to the computer. I opened my account, seeing if one of my friends was connected. To my bad luck, no one was. Not even Alphys, who lived in the Internet.

I sighed, and saw the pictures I had.

It was three years from now that the barrier broke, and monsters had crossed over. Peace was made, and everything had been perfect. Frisk had moved with Toriel to live with her and live like any other kid or monster of her own age, Toriel was a teacher along with Undyne and Alphys, while Papyrus worked at a restaurant along with Grillby, and I finally got a part-time job.

Although having different obligations and responsibilities, we still saw each other. If Papyrus or the rest of us wasn't available, I would pick Frisk from school, and we would go to my house until Toriel finished her job. Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday we would go to someone's place and we would just spend time together.

We were like a real family. Even Asgore would show up occasionally to spend time with us.

The first picture was me, carrying frisk on my back as she put her hands up in the air, joyful. It had been a snowy day, and we spend the entire day at the park. We made a snow fight, which we lost grandly against Undyne, had butterscotch pie that Toriel had made along with Papyrus spaghetti. He was actually getting better at it. Unless now you could taste something.

All of my pictures included us as a family. Sharing nice experiences and fun days.

Someone could say that our lives were perfect…until now, when the nightmares came.