BACTERIALTALE

Intro Part 3: Into Despair And Drainage Of Hope

After a good dinner, Asriel sat in his room he shared with Chara with bellies full and eyes heavy in tiredness.

Once Chara was fast asleep and facing the wall, Chara pulled the switch of his small lamp and took out the slip of paper full of negative things written in bad hand writing, but he can still make out what it all says.

He's used to reading handwriting such as this. He had a friend with horrid writing and they would pass notes to each other instead of speaking out loud or they would've been badly scolded by their teacher. He didn't mind his writing at all.

Oh, we're getting off topic. *Ahem ahem.* Anyways...

Asriel knew what that slip of paper was all about from the moment he read the first few words here and there. He was just curious of what exactly it all says. His curiosity is like that.

As he read on, his pride, his happiness, his joy, and sanity drained like a cracked container of sweet juice draining drop by drop until it is all gone. Full of nothing but emptiness. Nobody to refill it with sweet hope and life. Only full of bitter despair and death.

He spent the rest of the night wetting his pillow and sheets of tears and drool from all of the quiet weeping and moping. He eventually slowly drifted to sleep and got a few hours of rest.