S o u v e n i r G a l l e r y ||#0 (Yeiketale) [English]

chapter 3

The human approached his little unforeseen companion not very fearfully and offered his large hand, which was grabbed by the skeleton, a grip trembling and careless with fear. The great difference in height was noticeable, so the one with half-gray half-jet hair had to crouch down.

"Wer bi-bist du-u? (Who are you?)" Stuttered the nameless one in German as he remained shy before the large figure of his opponent. A small bar charged at his side until it ceased, it was his last update, he could now speak like the eldest.

"I'm Null, that's my name... What's your name?" He asked with a not very reliable big smile.

The one with the moon on his cheekbone tilted his head to the right and placed his index finger towards his own face. "Name?" he asked confused.

"Oh! Haven't you been named yet? Don't you know how to use the screen?” He intoned in doubt, putting a hand to his own jaw. "A name... For a magical skeleton that came out of nowhere... I got it!" His ruby ​​eyes fixed on the little boy, causing him to eventually startle and hide in his large navy blue jacket.

"What do you have?" He kept asking scared but curious, playing with his long sleeves.

"You'll be called..." He touched the minor's chest causing a green screen to appear, well, there was the code, "Huh? "Sans?", I don't like that" He grabbed the screen and looked at it "You'll be called... ➪X༆§X " His mouth glitched loudly.
Surprised and with difficulty he understood what the elder had said "➪X༆§X?" He asked for his name.
The hologram suddenly changed, sounding like a low chime, indicating the new code update.

"Yeike" He read the already named in his thoughts, and then outlined a slight and tender smile that surprisingly made the determined soul of the greenish jersey palpitate.

"I l-like my na-name, Mr-mr. Null." The skeleton's large irises shone like those of a child given candy.

"Oh little one, that makes me happy..." He felt something new, something bad but sweet. No, he couldn't think about that, it was wrong.

Something new grew in the reddish soul of the one with the marks on his face, something that he did not think he would learn until later. In the eyes of anyone it would be disgusting, that feeling... That feeling was love.

And that love would be the main source of all his future mistakes and terrible actions.

"Undue love, the straw that spilled his cup of sanity"