It was more peaceful than I'd ever imagined it to be.
Considering that Kiliano is, well, Kiliano.
I'd never thought his afterlife would look like such a somber oasis.
It was a calm bayou, the unbothered stream of water flowing beneath my feet while I stepped through the swampland.
The smell of oak, the salt in the water, the fresh smell of lilac rushing into my nostrils.
But there was no sign of him.
Then for a minute, I started to question if I was even in the right place.
It was only until a stick was thrown at my head, causing me to yelp out in surprise and look over at the source of where it was thrown.
And I saw him.
". . Kiliano. . "
"¿Qué chingados?"
There was a moment a silence, a long, uncomfortable, and awkward moment of silence. .
". . Long time no see. . "
"What are you doing here?"
"It's a very long story. . uhm. . do we have anywhere to sit?"
He went towards me, looking me up and down as he huffed.
"How did you even get in here?"
"Magic."
"Psh, don't bullshit me."
"Who said I was?"
His eyes narrowed, crossing his arms as he took a step back.
"It'd be best if you leave, hyna." Kiliano scuffs, "I don't trust any of you damn dogs after the shit you pulled at the school."
"Well, for starts, I wasn't there-"
"You ratted me out."
"I didn't."
"Oh, you didn't? Then how did the damn police find us at the warehouse?"
"They must have tracked my phone. I didn't want them to be there."
"Please, you can quit the savior shit."
"Oh, just shut up and listen if you value your brother's life."
His eyes widened, as he then let out a snarl.
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing. It's Wing-Ding. . your stupid friend brought his soul back to life."
Kiliano looked with his mouth hung open, stammering out of his words as he then sighed.
"Elijah. . is he dead?"
"Fortunately."
"Why would he do it?"
"Because he wanted to bring you back, to bring back Fallon, to bring the Miels back to torment Sardon again."
"Jesus. ."
"Not to mention. . there's another powerful being out there ready to kill. ."
"And who's that?"
Just the thought of it. . of him . . almost made me barf on the swamp grounds. .
"My father. He wants me dead, and probably wants to kill every single person that I love just to taunt at me."
"Damn, what did you do to him?"
"Nothing! . . Well, I, uhh, stabbed him with one of his beer bottles, but it was justifiable. ."
"Wow. . um. . okay. . well. . what does this have to do with me?"
"Well. . I've come up with a theory. . that if I could bring back another one of Wing-Ding's successful experiments, then I could have a bit of a booster to bring them both down-"
"Hell no."
"Ki-"
"I would be damned."
"At least do it for Chara's sake!"
"Quit trying to use Chara for every point!"
"You pulled all of that shit down there at Sardon for him, did you fucking not?!"
I didn't realize how raw my voice became of emotion. It caused Kiliano to quiet down, his eyes widening again as I rubbed the tears rolling down my face.
Stop it Frisk. . what are you crying for?
You're not weak. .
"You must have done it with a purpose, haven't you? Killing all of those innocent civilians. . killing the new father that I had. . the best father that I've had in my life. ."
To my shock, Kiliano stood silently, watching while I continued to ramble on,
"That man down there. . who's out to kill me? He did. . unspeakable fucking things to me. . my mother, died of childbirth. He blamed it on me. . and resorted to alcohol and gambling to drown out his grief."
My mouth didn't stop, and Kiliano shockingly continued to listen.
"It wasn't that bad at first. . you know, as a child scolding was the least of my worries. It was until we moved to America to live with one of my father's friends. . he was nice. . but he kicked us out. . then, we moved to another house where his new friends were just as drunk and lonely as he was. . and they all. . started to do things to me. . and they would record it. . sell it. . and they used the damn money to buy more alcohol and drugs. ."
I couldn't even finish my sentence, so I stepped closer and saw his face close up. It only made my blood boil even hotter.
"I fucking hate him. . so much. . One day I had enough of his shit, and I stabbed his side with a broken beer bottle. Then I ran off and that was when Sans found me. . took me in as his own. . and my life couldn't get any better. . but. . that was until he got sick. . sick from you. . sick from your fucking wrongdoings. ."
Kiliano only stared, his eyes blank while I spilled everything out, refusing to back down. .
I couldn't afford to look pathetic. .
"He died from an asshole who didn't know any better! Died from someone who thought that tormenting others would avenge his brother, and guess what?! It fucking didn't!"
From my scream, I don't know if I was tripping. . but I could have sworn that I saw a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Sans saved Chara. . you know that? He was strolling in the same woods and saw Chara dying in the grass. He immediately went to his aid. . and stayed up for days to bring your brother back to life and he fucking did it. ."
A tense silence filled the air, my entire body was hot and shaky but I just kept going.
I didn't want to back down. .
"And that was a man that you killed. . a man that you should have said thank you to. . a man that would have gladly taken you in as he has for me. . and you fucking killed him. . and I will never. . never. . fucking forgive you for that. ."
I could hear a shaky breath, Kiliano looking over at me before he spoke.
". . I'm sorry. . "
"Keep your apologies. I just need you to help me defeat these bastards. ."
He gave a grim nod, stepping away from me as he then sighed.
"Before I got shot. . I had a talk with Challen. . An eye-opening one. . I realized that even with all that I've done. . I made Challen's life more hell than anyone else in his life. . even his bullies. . "
I then stared up at him, my lips too quivered to let out anything else before he continued.
"I said that. . once push came to shove, I would turn myself in. . stay in jail for as long as I was standing to better myself, to better the town, to better my hermanito from stressing out about me. . "
". ."
"I realize. . I'm a fucking asshole. . who deserves little to no sympathy from others. . so even through it. . when I came here, in this bayou land. . I realized that I do deserve this. . the loneliness, the isolation, the darkness and bittersweetness of the deep calm."
I stayed silent, looking over to see Kiliano reaching his hand out,
"How about this? I'll help you, no bullshit. . and then, once we defeat those assholes for good, you can send me right back here into my misery. Sound good?"
I nod, not knowing much of what to say. My mind was whirring with a million thoughts again, but my main focus was returning to reality with Kiliano with me.
Taking hold of his coarse hands and shook it, he looked over at me as I mumbled out the Wing-Ding words that I remembered from Wing-Ding's journal.
"Huh? What'd you say?"
"Quiet. . I'm trying to bring us back."
"Right, lo siento."
Sighing out, I mumbled out the words once more before a strong wind flushed before us.
The purple aura swept us up once more before we swirled along the rifts of reality.
I could hear Kiliano screaming in fear, not letting go of my hand as we flew through the tunnel.
And if it wasn't for the fact that we need him, I would have easily loosened my grasp on his hand.
And with this. . the first part of my plan is a success. .
But the consequences will be just as brutal when more people find out about my plan. .
>> MT VI<<