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Jul 19, 2016 04:41PM
"But then... If he was a human, what about his soul? And, um. What about... How did he get his magic?"
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She sighed and reached for the food, her hand shaking violently. "I just... don't know how this works. I... I mean, it's difficult to be... attracted to something that generally is associated with dead people." Jenny swallowed hard. "I don't know how it works."
"I was brought to Lyilm," she said, "I broke us out." She shook her head. "They were going to crush his skull."
Ilsa wrote: ""I was brought to Lyilm," she said, "I broke us out." She shook her head. "They were going to crush his skull.""
She sighed. "He hasn't come for us yet, again. But he will, won't he? Please... turn me in to him. With the seven souls, monsters would be free. You could truly escape, both of you."
She lifted her head. "I saved you... please, show mercy and spare them. I understand that you need my soul. But you don't need to kill them."
She set her jaw. "They leave him be, don't hurt him, but... just... don't kill him, please," she said, "Don't hurt any of them." She reached her hand towards Lyilm.
"What is it you want?!" she asked, trembling as she watched Lyilm snatch up Midnight's soul. "I'm listening, you don't need to hurt anyone!"
"Anything," she whispered, "Please..." Her hand touched Midnight's and she held it tightly, her other hand reaching for Grillby's.
"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, "You want to kill me," she reminded, "You want to open the seal and release the monsters..." Jenny looked very pale. "You don't even know me."
She glanced at Sans, covered in scratches, completely subdued. She then glanced over at Grillby. He couldn't defend them. She certainly couldn't fight; her soul was in tatters. They were outnumbered, ten to one. "You don't hurt them," she said slowly, "I get to see them and speak to them regularly. They aren't physically, mentally, or emotionally abused..." She reached out her hand, barely able to move it all the way to his.
She shook quite a bit, rubbing at her eyes. "What are you going to do now? What's going to happen?" Jenny brushed her hair back.
She looked at each of them in turn, friends and enemies. "I need the food. I don't have anything else. I can't move, not yet.. I'm very low on life."
((Does Lyilm warrant a pic yet?))She felt panicky, her heart dancing in her chest. "Are you okay?" she asked, trying to force herself up on her elbows. "I... I didn't know what else to do."
She dug into the food. "Look, he won't harm you," she said, "I've made a deal. I'm sorry. I just... I wish I had a real choice."
She paused, rubbing at her eyes. "Do... Do you have any other suggestions?" She asked, swallowing hard.
She took a deep breath. "I'm doing the right thing, right?" She needed some assurance, obviously doubting herself.
Jenny froze for a moment, eyes shining. The next instant, she threw her arms around them both. "I love you both... So much," she bawled, tears streaming.
She held them both close until Lyilm returned.
She hugged them both quickly, each in turn, then got up and faced Lyilm, face very pale. "We're ready."
Jenny tried to summon all the dignity she could, lifting her chin and jutting er jaw slightly. Jen strode past Lyilm, biting at her lower lip.
Jenny stared directly at Lyilm, like a deer in headlights. Why didn't he lock her up with the others? Why queen her? Wouldn't she have power?
That was silly. Asgore had been king without a queen, and there were many female monsters Lyilm could have chosen -unless he was that much of a scumbag. Personally, Jenny thought she was just being used by Lyilm to torment Sans. But... at leas Sans and her friends would be alive. She mutely stared down a her feet as they walked.
The castle loomed closer and closer. Jenny bit her lip and looked over at Lyilm slowly, wondering if she could walk by Midnight and Grillby instead. This was freaky.
She stopped, looking up at the dark, looming gates. She did not want to go in there.
She held on tightly, as if for dear life, as the guards pushed them in. The gates shut with an ominous boom. Jenny knitted her fingers in those of her friends, trying to draw courage from them.
She held tightly to her friends. "What is he going to do to us?" she whispered, shivering.
Jenny sunk between them. "I don't see an escape..." This new title was just a gilding over an iron cage. At least she'd managed to secure the lives of her friends... but what if Lyilm had lied? Her grip tightened on them.
Jenny gave Grillby's hand a final squeeze, then hugged Sans from behind, nuzzling her face into the back of his neck, before releasing them both. She skittered over towards the second throne, as if not wanting to think about what she was doing, and sat.
Jenny stared at Lyilm, then at her friends. What would happen if they disobeyed? She hesitated, heart thudding in her mouth. "Please," she said, seeming to address her friends. Then she turned towards Lyilm. "My King, remember our bargain."
Jenny stared piteously at them, then at Lyilm. What a sadistic pig! She stared down at her lap nervously.
Jenny just did as she was told, trying not to think too much about it. About any of it.
Jenny placed a gentle hand on Midnight's shoulder, face downcast. "It's okay. No one is going to be hurt," she insisted. Lyilm had promised. Well, she may be hurt... but that didn't matter, so long as they didn't see it. She walked up to the second throne, steps echoing, and sat quietly in the seat.
Jenny sat up straight, staring at Lyilm. So... what would he do to them now? She felt sick to her stomach.
"Please," Jenny told them, her voice thin, pleading. "Go..."
Jenny's hands gripped the arms of her chair. She felt that as long as she sat there, still as a statue, she'd be untouched, unharmed.
She nodded faintly. "All right," she said, timidly. "I'd like that. Thank you." She thanked him for not killing them, mostly...
She hesitated, but only for a moment, taking his hand quickly. It was icy cold.
((Green, probably, forest green.))Jenny held his tightly. She could feel her own pulse racing in his hand.
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She had a very tight grip on his hand by this time, breathing hard in anxiety, pulse racing. Was it some sadistic prison? That would be Lyilm's style.
She seemed surprised at the grandeur. "This- all of this-? She turned and met his eyes. "Why? What trick is this?"
She froze, looking in his eyes. "I'm sorry. Please, though, could I see that they are all right?"
She was't sure she wanted them to see her. She was sure if they did, they'd try something and get themselves killed or humiliated by Lyilm's sheer force of monsters. Jenny wanted to be absolutely sure, though, that what she saw wouldn't be an illusion. Still staring at the floor, she followed the monster.
She opened the red door, wanting to see Midnight last. She assumed Grillby would be behind the red, since things seemed color coded here. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling her voice droop.
"Hey," she said, smiling gently. "How are you, Grillby?" she asked, "Are you okay?" She ran forward and hugged him around the vest, where his heat couldn't totally hurt her.
"I'm fine," she insisted, "He hasn't locked me up in a cell and he hasn't done the same for you, either. I still need to make sure Midnight is all right..." She nodded at his last sentence. "I know."
"I have to go," she said, finishing their embrace with a tight squeeze. "I don't want them coming in here and treating you like a prisoner." Even if they were all prisoners. Jenny stood and walked to the door, not trusting herself to look back. She exited, closing the door behind her. She smiled at Lyilm, a little sadly, but mostly happy that he wasn't going to abuse her friends.
Jenny hesitated, then pushed the blue door open. "Midnight?" she asked, her voice small. She felt ashamed, like she was letting him down, even though she was savin them all.
She felt like crying, stopping by the river bank. "Midnight, I'm so sorry."
