This was a bad idea.

Or, well, it was a bad idea. Still is- but it's not like they weren't confident they wouldn't be caught. The echo flowers seemed to absorb the light of their soul and glow a little brighter with each step closer.

They had left the flowers that had recorded the monster's wishes before they were released alone. They didn't want to erase the words of a dream, even if they were already realized.

it felt… wrong.

Now, they walked along what felt like an endless corridor of flowers- a mini bioluminescent forest of whispers.

Every truth they couldn't tell was here, as well as every lie they managed to spare.

Every word they managed to choke down. One flower even carried their admittance of "I choked down so many words it's a wonder I'm alive".

They don't approach that certain grove.

They caressed the petals softly as they passed- careful not to even breathe too loudly. They didn't want to overwrite their words. It didn't take much effort. They were used to not speaking. They had to be, to convince the others that they were mute.

Reaching a certain grove, they pet the leaves of the flowers, mouthing along to the lines you had spoken and memorized.

"The thought of this timeline not resetting fills you with determination"

"The knowledge that monsters are free fills you with determination"

"The reminder that you made it this far fills you with determination"

Frisk smiled. They had made it far, hadn't they?

The last flower, shrouded halfway into the darkness. It didn't glow much- precisely why you allowed it to carry your most important message. Leaning forward, voice a bit hoarse from disuse, you whispered,

"The thought of ridding this timeline of the chance to reset fills you with determination."

The knife felt heavy in your pocket. It seemed to have been getting heavier and heavier, with Chara gone, but now it felt like it was going to rip through your shorts. Your fingers shook around the handle as you pulled it free, ignoring the nicks in the fabric you had made.

A few nicks wouldn't matter soon.

You hoped the others would find your body quickly, instead of worrying. You had left a note, after all. Though all that was actually there was a drawing of the golden flowers in the ruins and your signature. You couldn't even bring yourself to speak on a piece of paper.

This would hurt you. It'd hurt them, too, once they found out- but if this timeline reset… \

This was the better option.

Honestly? Wrote this over a month ago. Will it ever be continued? Who knows. Maybe.

I know how it'd end but not how to build up to that point and no motivation to find out.

This is unbeta'd and barely edited. You're welcome.