Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

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Summer's a time for swapping stories around the campfire. With that in mind, this round draws inspiration from the stories humanity have told each other over the centuries.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 4 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

RULES

• This round does not have prompts. Instead, we ask you to draw inspiration from the wide pool of mythology, fantasy, folklore, and fable. An urban fantasy or supernatural AU? A re-imagining of your favorite folk tale? Characters swapping ghost stories or playing D&D? As long as your fill in some way incorporates the fantastical and/or supernatural, it's welcome here.
• Your fill still has to be about a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. What ships you create work for is up to you, though.
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• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

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• 14 lines (poetry)

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FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, G

[sawakise]

Miyuki Kazuya & Sawamura Eijun, daiya no ace

kono bangumi wa goran no suponsaa no teikyou de okurishimasu:

undertale au

where sawamura is frisk and miyuki is chara

canon typical violence, canon typical supernatural things
884 words.

“Heya!” The golden flower chirps in a singsong voice. “I’m Flowey!”

Sawamura stares at the talking flower. Monsters really do exist, he thinks, and the voice inside of his head scoffs.

Flowey goes through a lengthy speech that Sawamura patiently listens to, because he’s Sawamura. The voice in his head groans about killing the flower just to make him shut up and Sawamura firmly shuts that voice down.

“Let’s go!“ Flowey cheers.

Sawamura startles when his SOUL leaps out of his chest, red heart and all, and Flowey hums as he explains that that’s Sawamura’s SOUL and how did he know that already?

“These, you see, are—“ Flowey glares at the empty space next to him and the voice notes that the text changes instantly before he got a chance to see it, “—friendliness pellets! Be sure to run into them!”

Well, doesn’t matter if I couldn’t read it. Avoid them all if you don’t want to get hurt.

Sawamura obeys and he sees a flash of anger cross over the golden flower’s face before it’s carefully smoothed over by another smile.

“Hoo boy, you miss all of them! Let’s try that again,” the golden flower chuckles and once again, the white pellets are summoned.

Did you see that expression? Yes. Dodge them.

Sawamura opts for a hesitant smile when he avoids the flower’s pellets.

“Oi,” the flower speaks and Sawamura stiffens when a demonic face overtakes the previous smile. “You know what’s going on, don’t you?”

Not really, Sawamura wants to say, but no words come to his mind. Instead, he manages to remain passive throughout it all. Good stuff.

“Ah, well,” the flower shrugs with the same smile, tilting his head in a serial killer-esque way. “I didn’t want to use this, but I guess I’ll have to.”

His SOUL is surrounded from all sides by the same white pellets, which slowly narrow in. Sawamura wonders if maybe he should have ran as soon as he saw his first monster, but the voice in his head is strangely silent. Perhaps they have given up on making it through this.

He moves his SOUL and the white pellets follow, making this agonizingly slow. The flower’s smile widens.

Well, Sawamura thinks, it’s not like he fell down here wanting to be alive at the end of it all.

The voice in his head snorts. Me neither, kid.

I’m not a kid, Sawamura can’t help the mental bark back, you don’t sound much older than me anyways.

Believe me, the voice says, I’ve seen enough to make me older than you by decades.

Sawamura sighs, a quiet exhale of air, and closes his eyes. He can’t bear to watch—

A single flame pops up and he turns to look at it, the golden flower yelping as it nears. Quickly, he flees.

“Are you alright?” A goat asks once there’s no sign of the flower, adjusting her glasses while wearing high heels. “You must have been frightened; it was a mean trick to play on you.”

Sawamura nods.

“My name is Takishima. I have a house in these ruins that is safe from these monsters Come with me,” she says and extends a furry paw, “I’ll lead you to safety.”

Sawamura ignores the voice in the back of his head and takes it.

**

Sawamura stares at the dummy.

Here, the voice says, let me take over. Take a nap for now. I’ll wake you up when it’s all over.

Sawamura narrows his eyes. What, he thinks.

Trust me, the voice replies, we’re partners, aren’t we?

That means we’re equals, Sawamura shakes his head, so we’ll do things my way, sometimes, and then we’ll do things your way, sometimes.

Takishima looks on expectantly.

Sawamura pats the dummy on the head. He ignores the voice that’s currently cracking up and howling in laughter and turns to Takishima.

She has the tiniest of smiles. Sawamura takes it as approval.

**

Sawamura tells a joke to a frog monster—Froggit—and the frog laughs in a series of ribbits and hops away.

Isn’t this nice, he tells the voice.

I guess. The voice sounds like they’re sulking. Sawamura hums and continues along his way.

**

Seeing such a charming house in the ruins fills you with DETERMINATION.

Sawamura hesitates, reaches out, and touches the glow. He feels warmth fill him again, wounds from monsters who struck too soon mending.

**

Takishima isn’t hurting him anymore, Sawamura realizes. He moves his SOUL into the path of her flames and they fly away, as if repelled.

He chooses to SPARE.

SPARE.

SPARE.

SPARE.

“Thank you,” he whispers as Takishima hugs him, rubbing her back. She lets go first, looks at him one last time, then walks back to the house, her heels clacking all the while.

Huh, the voice says, didn’t think that would work.

Let’s not fight anyone, Sawamura says with sheer DETERMINATION, we’ve made it to the end of the ruins without lifting a single blade.

Yeah, like your stick would do much now, the voice groans. I’m—god, that bandage is disgusting. How many times have you used it?

Sawamura checks to make sure that that bandage is still firmly wrapped around his wrist. It is.

Let’s go, Sawamura says instead. The voice is oddly silent.