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They smiled up at you, proudly. You, Y/n Y/l/n, had been the one to finish the fight for monster rights. They had never been more proud of you. They hadn't admit to you their feelings ever since ya'll had become friends, how they liked you more than just as a friend. They had decided to do it today, though. Asgore, The King of Monsters, and the President stood tall on each side of you, and you were beaming. You backed up a few steps, and let both leaders shake hands, the smile never wavering. When they both turned to shake hands with you, your smile, somehow, got bigger. They watched as Asgore gave you a warm smile, which you gladly returned, but it fell just as quickly as you had made it. They watched, now confused as you started pushing Asgore away. Asgore stumbled backwards confused, and a very loud Bang echoed throughout the area. They started running to the stage, as soon as they spotted the gunman off to the side.
But they were too late.
The bullet had hit you square in the chest, and you stumbled backwards and fell. The crowd had started screaming, and the President had knelt next to you, hands on your chest, face filled with worry. Asgore was next to him looking at you with fear dancing through his eyes. They ran up, and slid over right next to you. your eyes were glazed over and clouded, no longer the vibrant Y/e/c that they were used to. They wailed in frustration, you couldn't go like this, not today, not ever. They grabbed your hand with theirs and they squeezed.
"No, come on Y/n," They pleaded, "Stay with me!"
Y/n managed a small, weak, smile when their eyes connected, and then Y/n's hand went limp in theirs. They watched, heartbroken, as a golden soul came from Y/n's chest. They let out a sob when it cracked. They starting wailing and sobbing hard when it shattered to pieces. Sirens. they could hear sirens from behind them, and he sobbed louder. They were too late, you were already gone. A furry paw pulled them from the ground, away from your body, and they thrashed against it, not wanting to leave your side.
No. NO.
Their magic was potent in the air, but they couldn't release it, no matter how much they wanted to. They refused to leave you there, though, they couldn't leave you there. Medics swarmed you and put you on a gurney, whisking your body away. They went limp against Asgore's grip, all the fight drained from them, just like that.
"I love you, Y/n," They choked out, watching your body until it was out of sight.
They could have sworn they heard their own soul crack at that moment.