What is in a Name? (Short Story)

Howdy y’all!

I haven’t been on Amino in a while because I’ve been dealing and life is busy, but I’d like to make it up to you with a story. It isn’t a very good one- it’s just a short little story. It’s a bit confusing in my opinion, but I guess that’s something I have to work on in writing because I’m too “metaphorical.” (Lol not really)

I hope y’all enjoy it! I won’t explain it- you’ll have to figure that out yourself ;)

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Time Taken: 2 hours

Word Count: 938 (lol it’s short sorry)

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They closed their eyes and saw the ghosts; they opened them and saw the same.

Not knowing which was worse, they decided to squint for all eternity. But even then, they still could hear. They figured out too late that the cries were their downfall. They still could hear the murderous names.

They have tasted bloody waters and severed their tongue, yet they long to scream the way they used to. In their world, there is too much to scream for, but the righteous have silenced themselves on their own volition.

It was never supposed to be this way, they knew, but after all, humans are dead and ghosts remain in their world. However, if humans are dead, then all is the same.

They have cried to no one in particular, “Why am I the one punished? All I’ve ever strived for is my name to be ed and all I’ve ever dreamed is to hear its call. So why have the ghosts refused and turned their backs and attempt to destroy my soul? Don’t they have hopes as well? Do they not have dreams?”

They scream; this is why they need their name, as not to welcome death or stay the same. They will not end up like the ghosts, they decided. They cannot.

They are ignorant and foolish and do not believe the truth. Their fate is inevitable.

In their darkness, they have met with fearsome opponents named frustration and silence and the fact that nothing ever changes, but those were all to be expected. The lusting hunger devoured their world and became the norm long ago.

However, the light pouring in their eyes was neither the expectation nor the norm and they stood dumbfounded in its wake. All they could muster was a stare at the figure invading their darkness.

“You’re a ghost,” They struggled to comprehend.

The lively one took a bow and chuckled, “So you do have a tongue…and it seems you use it to lie like the rest.”

It breathed the darkness and flashed a grin, “I’m no ghost, you see, I’m just like you.”

Their glare penetrated the darkness as the lively one laughed their breath away. “I’m not dead.”

“But—” The other smirked, “-like me, you pretend to be- just you hate the frustration and the silence and the fact that nothing ever changes. You aren’t too hard to figure out, you know. It’s hidden in your eyes, although you hide them.”

With walls constructed, their squint strengthened, barely allowing any light to shine through their eyelids.

“You’re quite talkative for a being who doesn’t their name.”

The lively one died of amusement, “As are you.”

Pure, piercing silence murdered the ing tension. It stabbed its knife into the heart of noise until there was no blood oozing out the wound. The lively one smirked at this; it had orchestrated everything.

They breathed in, “I my name—“

Yet, they did not the sorrow that laid beneath its cracks.

“—but what ghost would ever say a name when they do not have one? Ghosts do not have names like humans, you know, they have no color to them, no weight whatsoever.”

They hesitated, yet puffed their chest in determination. “And you and I both know, a name that isn’t spoken doesn’t exist.”

With the same pure, piercing silence, the lively one stared without a single word. It blinked and then breathed, slowly coming to with the decision in its head. Would it break the code and smite the demons? Would it help the depraved and betray its kind?

It wasn’t originally a ghost anyway- it once had a name, a horribly, horribly bloody one. Yet...the spilt red was far from the lively one’s fault. Fate had smothered its throat with misfortune and while it gasped for air, it choked the world as well.

Fate had decided its name was red, its life was red, its world was red. With bloody screaming, the lively one denied the facts and severed its tongue. Now, its eyes are red.

It sighed; there are righteous names and murderous names- however the lively one only assumed that all were out for blood.

Would it dare see what type the human’s was?

It made up its mind, “Whisper it. Don’t worry, I still have my tongue.”

And in their depravation, they complied without hesitation. In their deprivation, they were filled to the brink with determination.

They whispered all their secrets and all their woes with relative ease. The name slipped out their tongue like the light-bearing serpent, despite remaining in the darkness.

Desperate, they widened their eyes and light blinded their senses. But it was their pair of red eyes lit up the darkness.

For the first time in an eternity, their name rang in their ears:

Frisk- who was too afraid to speak.

Frisk- who was too afraid to see.

Frisk- who was too afraid to die.

“Frisk,” They sang, “an angel of light.”

“Frisk,” It sneered, “a red name- a bloody one.”

Frisk- who would never listen.

They closed their eyes and still saw the ghost, but they opened them and saw a change.

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(lol sorry the cover is bad I drew it myself)

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Boredom of light has brought them spite despite the might of all that’s right.

They’ve mollified the ones who lied and those who’d like to see them die.

They’ve walked a life and heard the fife, yet in the next, they saw a knife.

With their eyes they have estranged; they opened them and saw a change.