(For 11Link, I do hope it helps make you feel better!)
Story meant for a hurt, but still beating soul~
Wandering alone within the lands of waterfall, thoughts from before only continue to take a certain stage in your mind. With your heart beat never slowing, it in fact, seemed to only speed up. Breathing was all that could be heard, harsh, labored breathing as you staggered yet continued in the direction you had in your mind. Ahead of you, you made your way deeper and deeper underground. Deeper and deeper towards the wasteland where all trash from the surface came to. Where a near bottomless, seemingly endless pit awaited you. So badly you thought about it, about one faithful jump. You wondered if it would feel like you were flying almost? The wind, rushing past your body, as you slowly disappeared from sight into the dark abyss. It would be like magic. Not like the magic of monsters, but those of actors on stage. One moment there, in full view, and the next? Just gone. Except now, it would be for real. Now it would be you. Now it would be you, gone for good. Maybe that's what your life needs. What purpose it actually served. To just go away, and eventually be forgotten and live in whatever came after alone. All. completely. Alone.
Would you be free?
Would you feel safe?
Would it be right?
You had, of course, imagined it before. Imagined life way before this, before death. You felt it was hopeless, so why even bother? Just throw it away! 'Throw it away!' a voice spoke eagerly in your mind. 'C'mon! One step and no more! You would truly be freed!' it spoke, eager for you to comply and get on with it. That had made you realize something; as you had been walking, you eventually had arrived at your chosen destination. One overlooking the endless, bottomless, pit going forever below. No light would ever pierce the endless darkness. The silence. The pit of torment. Who knows where the bottom actually was? If there was any. Who knows what it would truly feel like.
With that thought at the front of your mind, you soon thought of a song. A song you had listened to often in your free time. One you had enjoyed for deep, personal reasons and that you felt attached to in some odd way. It was impossible to explain, but maybe singing it at least one last time would be nice? A final show?
With that, you pulled out your phone. The screen soon turned on, showcasing many messages from your friends and family alike, asking where you had gone. You choose not to respond. Instead, after a tap and swipe here and there, and soon you had earbuds in place and the song began.
(Whatever song it is, is your choice, however Billie Ellish was chosen, so that will be played)
[Verse 1]
Take me to the rooftop
I wanna see the world when I stop breathing
Turnin'blue
Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious
Leave me like you do (Like you do)
Beginning to sway to the music, you allowed yourself to briefly let go. Briefly, you let go of your worries and allow yourself to move along to the song which played. Your mind on nothing else as you went along with the music in your ears.
[Pre-Chorus]
If you need me, wanna see me
Better hurry'causes I'm leavin' soon
[Chorus]
Sorry can't save me now
Sorry I don't know how
Sorry there's no way out (Sory)
But down
Hmm, down
[Verse 2]
Taste me, the salty tears on my cheek
That's what a year-long headache
does to you
I'm not okay, I feel so scattered
Don't say I'm all that matters
Leace me, deja vu (Hmm)
As you keep up, nearby on an old path made of falling timbers and wood, a star rolled along as he focused on getting home to his dear cousin Blooky. As he went along, he paused briefly when he began to hear something in the near endless abyss of tunnels and waterways which went through Waterfall. He followed the sound, soon finding himself closeby to Napstablook's and his old home.
[Pre-Chorus]
If you need me, wanna see me
You better hurry, I'm leavin' soon
[Chorus]
Sorry can't save me now (sorry)
Sorry I don't know how (Sorry)
Sorry there's no way out (Sorry)
But down
Hmm, down
[Outro]
Call my friends and tell them that I love them
And I'll miss them
But I'm not sorry
Call my friends and tell them that I love them
And I'll miss them
Sorry
Finally completing the song of choice, you felt warmth briefly run down your face. Your body felt weak as you struggled to even stand. Your feet felt cold from standing in the dirty waters for sometime now, shoes collecting some small amounts of trash. As you breathe slowly through your mouth, you let your body slowly fall and sit back on a wooden palette which floats idly by. Now sitting alone on it's edge, you felt as if you couldn't take it anymore.
Why was everything so hard? Why did life give you so much pain and suffering for you? Maybe you were overthinking it, but it didn't seem there was any other reason for it. Were you being dramatic? Were you just trying to make it sound worse for more attention? Maybe you just couldn't handle it, that you really had no purpose aside from existing for nothing. You couldn't do this. This cycle of pain and anger, pain and anger, day by day-
"If I just... jump"
A quiet gasp occurred, coming from behind a nearby pile of trash from a now standing humanoid, 'robot'. Mettaton had finally found it, the source of the voice. It was unexpected, but a welcome surprise. Normally within the endless caverns and wilderness of the Underground, the only singer was himself. But now; now it seemed he found another. One that could easily match his own. And he felt smitten. Another young talent, much like himself who held a powerful, emotional voice.
But then the realization of why you were singing alone, and in such despair clicked. And the poor star couldn't help the feeling of sorrow which clicked. Watching as you let out all your emotions at that very moment, he struggled not to simply pop around the corner and embrace you. But he didn't want to scare you, and risk the worst due to how close you were to the edge.
Rather, now Mettaton simply began to wait. Wait for him to feel it was the right moment to appear. As he watched silently, you continued to sit in silence with hardly a movement. Soon, you stood up and glanced down towards the endless abyss. Mettaton felt his soul beat suddenly as he moved from behind the pile of trash, and he made a sudden dash for you. With one shout of your name, you turned towards him in confusion only to feel your leg slip. A mixture of surprise, hopelessness and what barley could be described as some relief was felt as you began...
Only for it to quickly end. Next thing you notice, and now you are no longer falling, but now laying down on the warm yet smooth surface. Had you passed on? Were you alive? Were you dead? As you peeked out, you realized you were being held close. Held close against the star, who sat on the opposite side of the palette. His soul was still beating rapidly while his sole visible eye appeared glossy, a tear rolling down his cheek. Mettaton held you close, afraid to risk letting you go.
Soon enough, and you returned the favor. Now you two were holding onto one another, as you two let your emotions out. Mostly you.
~The End~
(Sorry if the story was too great too read. I wanted to deliver it quickly, but with some effort put in.)