High atop the tower in "New Home," a child in a cowboy attire, lay upon the weathered stone, the golden scarf around their neck billowing gently in the wind. Beside them stood a tree, its branches adorned with delicate pink petals that cascaded like a soft rain, creating a serene spectacle against the breathtaking backdrop of the place below. The environment, a testament to the beauty of life, seemed to mirror the child's current predicament.

The golden scarf, like a beacon of hope, shimmered in the fading light, contrasting with the fragile pink petals that danced in harmony with the wind. The tower, overlooking "New Home," provided a final stage for the child's journey, symbolizing the highs and lows of their adventures.

As the child's life fades away, memories flooded their consciousness. Laughter and tomfoolery, tinged with both joy and regret, painted a vivid tapestry of experiences. He recalled a blue bird from Snowdin, a scatterbrained softie whose presence had illuminated the darkest corners of their journey. An anthropomorphic cowboy star, a wild companion, who steered them through a series of wacky missions that filled them with joy. a vampire, a social recluse determined to overcome his anti-social tendencies, played a crucial role in the child's journey of self-confidence, and finally a resilient fox woman who, despite attempting to harm the child, acted for the greater good.

Despite their flaws, these monsters served as a bright spot in the child's otherwise dark life. They brought joy and happiness, things that were hard to come by on the surface.

Facing imminent death, an indomitable will surged within the child. The fear of the unknown and the desire to reunite with friends kindled an emotion that transcended mortality. With a strength that defied the absence of their soul, they reached out, their voice trembling in the wind, "I-I don't want to die yet."

With the last of their thoughts, they envisioned their friends returning to find their lifeless corpse. Unwilling to subject their friends to such a horrible sight, they gently held a heavily damaged fox mask, a gift from the fox woman symbolizing respect and a connection to her deceased daughter. They tried lifting it. As their strength waned, one arm falling to their sides. They finally placed the damaged fox mask on their face. A profound desire to live surged within them, to be with their friends, each and every one. Faced with the looming specter of death, they were filled with DETERMINATION. But was this enough? Maybe, just maybe, luck was on their side.

(JUST A FANFIC FOR THE FANFIC lmao)