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[Action] Tentacle Monsters: Killing and Confiding (backdated to 1/2)
Not a day after New Years, and another Everglade menace popped up. In this case: squid monsters. One relief is that at least it was something easy. That is, not in the least controversial. Something he could kill without remorse or regret. A relief; something to be permanently slain. Best of all, no tiresome pavement-pounding! Good, old-fashioned search-and-destroy. Ted couldn't wait until vampires could be dispatched so cleanly. One day...
In the meantime, he's there in his usual goku uniform, pitch black and ready for action. These things lived in the sewers, right? And apparently they could pop out of manhole covers and drag people down. "Ghastly thought," Ted muttered as he meandered around one now. "And it's not as though these things are especially wide. What a gruesome fate. I'll find whatever mother is behind these loathsome spawn and put an end to it, if it's the last thing I d-aaaaahhhh!"
Rudely, one such tentacle snaked its way up and dragged him in, not content to let him finish his vengeful protest. At least this would be over quickly; it's rare the bounty sought its own seeker first.
*******
Later on that day, once he and the suit got a much needed cleaning, Ted felt like going to Memorial Park. A solemn ritual he embarked upon whenever the mood struck him. Many loved ones had their permanent loss etched here; seeing the writing evoked both cautious joy and finalized sorrow. It was the final, unmistakable way to know who had left him, and who still remained.
One name practically floored him, as he got on his knees to make sure he read it right.
Flowey.
Tears came, and he hardly knew why. He'd been told Flowey was a monster, in the worst way. An unrepentant killer who somehow killed his victims over and over again. He should be happy he's banished from the world. Even during his brief stay, he'd brought nothing but misery, hadn't he? So why?
He had some idea. He also had the idea that he'd go crazy if he kept all this in. He had to tell someone. But who? Was there anyone who knew? After some thought, he did remember. Koishi was there from the beginning; yes, they'd seen him arrive together. Maybe she would listen. He produced his phone.
"Good evening, Moon. Do you...have some time? I'd like to talk. About Sans." By his voice it was clear he was still in some depths of sorrow.
In the meantime, he's there in his usual goku uniform, pitch black and ready for action. These things lived in the sewers, right? And apparently they could pop out of manhole covers and drag people down. "Ghastly thought," Ted muttered as he meandered around one now. "And it's not as though these things are especially wide. What a gruesome fate. I'll find whatever mother is behind these loathsome spawn and put an end to it, if it's the last thing I d-aaaaahhhh!"
Rudely, one such tentacle snaked its way up and dragged him in, not content to let him finish his vengeful protest. At least this would be over quickly; it's rare the bounty sought its own seeker first.
*******
Later on that day, once he and the suit got a much needed cleaning, Ted felt like going to Memorial Park. A solemn ritual he embarked upon whenever the mood struck him. Many loved ones had their permanent loss etched here; seeing the writing evoked both cautious joy and finalized sorrow. It was the final, unmistakable way to know who had left him, and who still remained.
One name practically floored him, as he got on his knees to make sure he read it right.
Flowey.
Tears came, and he hardly knew why. He'd been told Flowey was a monster, in the worst way. An unrepentant killer who somehow killed his victims over and over again. He should be happy he's banished from the world. Even during his brief stay, he'd brought nothing but misery, hadn't he? So why?
He had some idea. He also had the idea that he'd go crazy if he kept all this in. He had to tell someone. But who? Was there anyone who knew? After some thought, he did remember. Koishi was there from the beginning; yes, they'd seen him arrive together. Maybe she would listen. He produced his phone.
"Good evening, Moon. Do you...have some time? I'd like to talk. About Sans." By his voice it was clear he was still in some depths of sorrow.