AN:

I made a big mistake.

I used to enjoy writing so much, the words just poured out of my mind as well the feelings of the characters flowing through me.

But then I started following these 'advise' from the internet and everything seems to fall apart. Of course, these advise came from professionals, some more experienced writer than I am, but that what makes it even harder.

It feels like I'm doing the wrong thing the whole time. That's why writing has become more of a struggle for me.

Writing stories for me, is like a scapegoat from reality. I used to enjoy it so much. I ditched my homework just to write because it was just so much fun.

When I decided to follow these 'rules', writing became more strict and suffocating. I felt like I'm working and so stressed rather than having fun. It was like 'oh no, I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't do that'.

And worse, I felt so stupid because I couldn't follow these 'rules'.

I kept asking myself, what was wrong with me? Why can't I write the same way as before?

It took me a while to find the answers:

I write with feelings. I write as if I was in the story and not just a story teller. I feel the characters' emotions and thoughts.

It was MY writing style.

I am ashamed to say that I did forgot my own writing style by following others' footsteps. I have my own way of writing. And it's with feelings rather than logically putting words together like some sort of intelligent puzzle.

This is what makes my story great, it was the heart that I put into, not the words that I put together.

Did you know that a lot of famous writer out there broke some writing rules, yet their stories emerged as one of the greatest. Because they have their own writing style.

I'm not saying that you shouldn't follow these 'rules' at all, there are some very helpful tips out there that can improve your writing skill and help you find your own style.

But don't forget to have fun.

That's my biggest mistake. I forgot how to have fun. 

I really hope this can help those who are struggling with writing or having a writers block. Do what you love. :) If it's not fun, you're not doing it right.

It's a hobby, it's meant to be fun and entertaining.

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Chapter 33: Trauma

Third POV

Reaper was displeased at the sight he had arrived to. It was worse than he had expected.

The walls were nearly teared down, broken floorboards sticking out everywhere and the carpet was badly damaged, torn apart and soaked with unknown pitch black substance and splatters of red which the grim reaper assumed as blood. He just hoped it wasn't Geno's.

Who was that tar-like slime monster? And worse of all, why was Sans hugging his Geno?!

Reaper quickly flew down beside the cuddling pair, an ugly snarl on his face, while his scythe dematerialized in thin air.

Sans gulped upon sensing the god of death's radiating anger and instinctively stepped back, but with Geno still attached to him, he was stuck on the spot, burning under the judgmental glare of the god.

In an attempt to come off clean in the eyes of god, Sans gently pry Geno's tightly clenched fists off of his clothes. He wanted to show Reaper that the hug meant nothing romantic or harmful.

But Geno remained adamant on holding on to him, whimpering as he buried his face deeper into his chest and hiding away from the world.

Reaper's expression softened as his anger subsided upon witnessing the glitched one's familiar reaction. Geno was scared.

The grim reaper carefully reached out a hand and placed it Geno's shoulder, noting the trembling bones underneath the wet clothes, only for the latter to violently flinched and let out a muffled scream.

Reaper immediately retracted his hand, which had come off soaked with the same dark substance covering the floor, afraid that he might've hurt Geno with his touch. But he knows that's impossible. This was something else.

His anger returned, his glare sharpened and zeroed on Sans, who was startled by the sudden change and started fearing for his life. This is Death we are talking about, after all.

"What. Happened." Reaper demanded, his voice as cold as ice that it sent shivers up Sans' spine.

Without wasting another second, Sans began explaining to the god of death of what happened.

The grim reaper intently listened to Sans' slightly stuttering voice as he explains the recent battle. With each revealed information, Reaper grew furious towards the certain tall skeleton in orange hoodie from across the room.

So Gerson, the god of wisdom, was right. Error was, indeed, after Geno.

Then Sans mentioned Gaster, Reaper was taken aback. Gaster was here?! Sans confirmed and proceeded describing the old man's actions and motive, which was still a huge mystery.

F**king sh*t! Geno was terrified of that man! No wonder why Geno was acting like this. He had come face to face with his nightmares.

The mortal world has become a dangerous place for Geno.

Once again, Reaper reached out to Geno. More gentle this time, but even then, he still received the same terrified reaction but with wavering voice wrecked with sobs. Geno tightly clung to Sans as if he was his lifeline while Sans did his best to comfort the other.

Whispering soothing words against the other's ear and enveloping him in a one arm hug, since his other one was broken and hanging limp by his side.

Reaper watched them with growing jealousy. As much as he wants to pull Geno away from Sans, he couldn't. Under Geno's current condition, using force would only make it worse. As much as he hated it, as of now, only Sans can calm Geno down.

It seems that whatever Gaster did to Geno, traumatized him and he probably still experiencing some post traumatic stress.

It deeply worries Reaper to imagine of how much Geno must've been pushed to his limit.

Frisk felt her heart wrenched at the sight of someone she looked up to as a strong and defiant person, now broken, crying and utterly terrified right in front of her. Hot tears stung her eyes as she bit her lower lip in futile attempt to stop her tears from flowing down her face. It hurts her to see her friend like this.

Geno had given up long ago, yet fate still continues to mercilessly torture him. What did Geno do to deserve this? He was already beyond broken.

Meanwhile, from across the room, Stretch let out a breath before heavily resting his back against the wooden wall behind him before carefully sliding down the floor. Wary of the pain that only took its presence once the adrenaline fades from his system.

The bleeding gashes that Fell inflicted on him slowly drains away his strength. He's exhausted. Laboriously breathing due to nausea caused by blood loss.

Fell felt a pang of guilt seeing Stretch in awful condition. Everyone knew Stretch was just under so much pressure that it leads him to say such hurtful things without a second thought. He was just forced to do such traitorous actions against his own friends for the sake of his younger brother.

It wasn't his fault.

Without knowing it, Fell's began moving towards the tall skeleton and the next thing he knew, he was kneeling beside him and his hands were glowing green.

After all, when Fell needed help, Stretch was there. It was time to return the favor.

The room fell into a peaceful silence despite the destruction around them. Despite the black and red blood splattered all over the floor. The warmth has long disappeared, replaced by a nipping cold winter air.

A sudden burst of swirling light appeared near the front door, alarming the occupants of the room as they backed away and quickly summoned their respective weapons and expecting the worse to come.

It turns out to be a false alarm as Ink, the creator, causally walked through the portal with someone in tow.

Stretch's eyes widened as he gaped in utter disbelief at the sight of that particular 'someone'. He tried pushed himself up, only to fail miserably and falls back down on his bottom. Wincing as his injuries were jostled, but he was determined.

"Blue!" he called out instead.

Blue snapped his head towards the direction of the voice before tears sprung from his eyes at the sight of his badly beaten brother. "Papy!" Blue screamed as he ran for him.

"You're bleeding!" Blue said, tears pouring from his eyes as he inspect the damage. But Stretch ignored it. Instead, he swiftly pulled his little brother into his arms and pressing their body together. Afraid that he'll disappear again. "Thank Toriel, you're okay!" The taller skeleton gratefully muttered.

The little commotion piques Geno's curiosity, despite the fear he was currently experiencing, as he lifted his head just enough to peek over Sans' shoulder. There he saw the swap brothers lovingly holding each other in tight embrace.

The sight made Geno unbearably jealous that he had to look away, bury his face back down on Sans' chest while fighting the tears that threatened to fall. His soul clenching painfully in his chest as his body wouldn't stop shaking. He missed his brother.

A sudden loud bang startled him followed by a familiar voice calling out his original name. "SANS!".

Geno stiffened and slowly lifted his head to see a panting Papyrus standing by the surprisingly still intact front door. Hope rose within Geno as he stared at his brother in disbelief.

"P-Papyrus?" Geno weakly called back, his voice barely audible and cracked a bit due to too much crying. "SANS!" Papyrus responded with evident hint of worry in his obnoxiously loud voice.

A shaky smile formed on Geno's lips as he unconsciously pulled away from his counterpart and took an unsteady step towards his brother.

"Papyrus." Geno called out again with raspy voice that barely exceeds the normal volume level.

Papyrus gasped upon seeing his injured brother and quickly run to him. Geno held out his hands to him like a toddler asking to be lifted by their mother. He braced himself for the impact, deeply longing for his brother's warm, loving embrace.

Except, it never came.

Papyrus ran past him, completely ignoring him. Geno's soul nearly stopped beating. His arms faltered and retracted close to his chest before cautiously turning his head to look behind him and saw his brother with his replacement.

Geno couldn't breathe, couldn't think, or even move. He felt numb. As if his world had stopped spinning.

He barely felt his own legs giving up underneath him, as well as the tears pouring from his eye. He barely registered Reaper's presence wrapped all around and frantically fussing all over him.

All he could think about was how he had already lost everything. How could he forget? He's a glitch. He doesn't have a family, friends, a home or even a universe. He doesn't belong anywhere.

Because he's just a mistake. Stretch was right. He wasn't even supposed to exist.

Geno mustered the strength to push Reaper away and quickly ran out the already opened door while leaving a trail of beautiful tears behind. The moment his foot touched the snow-covered ground, his body glowed blue before disappearing with a bright flash of light.

Reaper was taken aback and momentarily paralyzed in shock, before regaining his composure and finally comprehends what had just happened.

He gave Sans a sharp glare filled with hatred, before going after Geno. Turning invisible before he even reached the door.

Sans was left standing there, feeling the guilt and disappointment weighing down on him. Reaper was blaming him.

Sans promised to protect to Geno, but he failed.

He failed to redeem himself.

To be continued...

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AN:  I think it's safe to say that I am back on track. Now, I just need to stay on momentum.