Chapter's theme:

[Just Gold- by MandoPony]

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Flow slowly opens her eyes on the same grey concrete wall. Turning her head in order to look at the wall just beside her bench where she sleeps, she gazes at the four marks upon it, and soon draws, with her boney index a line, another mark which crosses the four ones.

"The fifth day, already" she whispers to herself. "Maybe it's time..."

Cautiously, she lifts her head, resting on her both elbows. The current perfume, a mix between a scent of a rotten humidity and the dead corpse of a random monster, locked in a cell near her's, makes her skull spinning full speed. She tries to breath by her opened mouth, but the same perfume glues onto it, and all her bones by the same occasion.

But still, her beautiful and blueish hair is perfectly clean, cleaned by the rest of her magic she could have kept and used, the rest of that same magic that the Magic Absorbing Barriers of her cell can't absorb, just enough to keep her in composure.

The Former Chief of the Royal Guard soon stands up, cracking every bones of her tall body, from the little night she could finally sleep a bit.

"I thought I was gonna wait a full hour before you'd stand up" a familiar voice says.

Moving so quickly her boney head towards the door of her cell, she swore that it was someone that she didn't wanted to meet again.

"Heya! Calm down sis. Didn't cha already forget meh?" Hell claims, a bit surprised, sitting on a wooden chair, the one which supposed to be the jail guard's, a bit far from the skeleton's cell.

"You do worry about your dear guard, don't cha Flow? Don't, I just gave him some nightmares, he won't return to himself before I'd go. As every other classmates you have"
"And why now?" Flow asks.
" 'Cause I wanted to talk with ya without any other ears than yours to listen."
"So, spit it out, Hell."
"Yea, Yeah. I found a way to make ya get the fuck out of this jail, a clean way, so that you could be the chief like before." the brown-haired skeleton starts.
"And how?" hastens Flow, getting closer from the door, wanting so bad to know the plan.
"I can make G doing bad things again. You'll be pivked like he was before you so that you can chase him, another time"
"But Asriel..."
"After all of this, believe me. Getting you out of this hole is our priority now." Hell finishes

A warm smile invades Flow's smooth face, her eyes looking directly into Hell ones.

"Thanks, sis." the blue-haired skeleton says sincerely.
"Don't thank me. After all, it's the role of a bestfriend to help someone who's in a great bullshit." Hell winks, and quickly gets up and goes away, walking with great strides.

"Prepare yourself." she resumes. "It's gonna be terrific!" and then the skeleton jumps into a purple portal, letting her alone.

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Hell's POV:

"Heya G, how's going boy?" Hell questions, looking at the male skeleton, sitting legs opened on his couch, a cigarette between his spiky fangs.
"Perfectly good as always, my little Hell. And ya? Got news?" he responds.
"I'm pretty fine, and got no news... Oh, I do believe I've got one very big."
"And what is it?"

Faking as she is in deep reflexion, she sits in front of him, on a comfortable chair.

"Someone did tell meh that a royal guard was here yesterday, and fucked two of yar hoes and took yar cigarettes."
"WHAT??" EF! G shouts, standing up in a millisecond, his pupils full of anger gazing her calm white ones.
"Yes, it is true, my friend."
"Who... HAS... DONE....THAT??"
"I do believe that it's the gay ones. The one who's smoking your cigarettes..."
"SOMEONE'S GONNA FEEL MY FURY!" he shouts louder, cursing every swear he knows, running at the door and shut it with a great and loud bang.

As everything begins to be quiet and fine, Hell picks a marijuana cigarette from her pocket, lighting it up with a purple flame, invoked on her little boney finger. She takes a deep breath in it, and releases a great dark purple cloud, thinking deeply.

"I'm so good at this, unbelievable." she says a bit out loud. "Now, I just have to wait and see. Hope that's working perfectly."

The silence is soon broken as tip toeing feet are walking a bit faster towards the door. Listening as the hand land calmly onto the doorknob, and listening to the quick heartbeat of the monster, Hell soon invokes, in a second, a deep purple bone that instantly aims for the monster's chest.

The sound of the chest bones that are breaking up is like music to her non existant ears. A little gasp escapes its mouth as a bang significates that the body falls onto the floor of G's house, no more breaths and heartbeats can be heard.

In a swift movement, the brunette turns around, elbows upon the chair back and her knees onto the seat. The soft breeze coming from the ajar door makes her hair lift and fall graciously, like a wild animal that has been tamed.

Her gaze rests upon the lifeless corpse beside the ajar door: it was a lizard monster, green and yellow. The deep purple bone makes a contrast with his light colored skin, as a deep orange substance comes from the big wound: his blood.

It was coming out at a steady pace, that same sweet looking liquid is forming a little puddle, shining with the lamp not that far from the dead corpse. The bone soon disappears in a purple dust, then is completely out of sight.

Hell shruggs, and stands up from the chair, her cigarette remaining between her sweet boney lips, still releasing that toxic purple smoke.

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"Wake up!" (no lieutenant here, okay Connor's fangirls? 😁)

A loud bang shots Flow up, standing directly her up, her dark blue irises ignited. Her cell door is opened on a great white monster with those red irises. It's Asgore. As soon as she realizes who it was, Flow kneels down in front of him, her face facing the grey concrete under her.

"I need you to find quickly G before he disappears completely. If you find him like the first time, you can return to your former post, as the Chief of the Royal Guard. Just, be quick if you accept my request."

Her face instantly recovers joy as she lifts it toward the King. Is this true? Hell's plan is working now?

"Oh my King, it's a pleasure to do it..."
"Just be quick, Gaster-Elena."

She nods quickly, still looking in his scarlet eyes as she gets up. Seeing now as she's getting up, Asgore starts to flee a bit.

"Where..."

He instantly stops his walking, looking at the door in front of him, sighing deeply, feeling, on his back, the eyes of the one he had seen grow here since decades and more, that dead human skeleton that he accepted to adopt whithin the great Monsters' kind. She had adapted very quickly, and soon gained most of people's respect, and soon his, by her bravery, her force and her great sense of justice, the king of justice seen by the Monsters' eyes.

"How are you, Flow?"

His question leaves her a bit perplexed, but she soon responses.

"Alright as always sir. G will not be a problem at all now."

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Serious things happens at the next chapter 😉 stay tuned