This is what happens when my sister and I are bored. We come up with this stuff. And I just wrote it down I guess (shrug).
He hummed, his little paws patting down the ground. Maybe the seeds would grow this time. There weren't many plants down here, except the ones Momma had grown in pots. If he could make their seeds grow down here, maybe the air would be fresher, and Momma would be happier. The dirt was a bit of a hassle to get out of the white fur on his paws, but most of his body didn't have fur anyway so it should be easier to clean off. As he worked, his floppy ears kept getting in the way of his sight, if the shaggy red hair didn't.
Momma didn't have a 'mane' like his, but Asgore did. But Asgore wasn't his dad, so he wasn't sure if that meant anything. Momma said her father had had a red mane though, so maybe he was like him. He had asked her about his dad, but she wouldn't tell him anything about him. Not a lot of people seemed to like his dad. They didn't seem to like humans very much in general, but for some reason his father was a real sore spot.
The only one who would tell him anything about his father was Momma, and she just told him that she had met him when they lived on the surface, during the big war. He was still really little when Momma married the king and became queen, but he wasn't a prince. When Momma had another baby, that would be the prince or princess. He didn't quite follow what the big deal was about it, but it seemed important.
He sighed and sat down, his long fluffy feet sticking up, covered in dirt. Momma would probably make him take a bath, he pouted. Baths always left his fur damp, his hair too. Oh well, it would all be worth it.
"Oh well, hello, Kratos. What might you be up to?"
He twitched, slowly looking up at the tall shadow that had appeared from seemingly nowhere. Dr. Gaster was the royal scientist, he was very smart, very tall, and very creepy. He was always smiling but it wasn't a smile that made him happy, like Momma, it was….it was creepy.
"Uhm…." He huddled in on himself, looking around.
"Still shy of me? Dear boy, you needn't be. I work for your mother after all."
He knew that, it didn't help.
"So how are you doing?"
He didn't answer.
"Hm…well, dear boy, might I ask you a favor?"
The monster crouched down closer to his level, so Kratos could see his creepy smile all the more clearly.
"You see, it'd be a big help to my studies if you'd let me take a look at your soul."
"M- my soul?" he blinked, frowning. "Momma says my soul is important."
"Oh it is, yes, but it's important to all of us. Your soul is, anyway….'
"Why?" he fidgeted, scooting away a bit.
"Because you're half human, of course. Human souls are very powerful, you know. It would be very helpful if I got to see yours, since it's part human."
"Um…."
"Kratos!" he heard his Momma calling.
"Oh dear, well, nevermind then." Gaster winked, a bony finger to his mouth. "Keep this our little secret, ok?"
And in a blink of an eye, he was gone. Kratos shivered, scooting back further away from where the scientist had just crouched.
"Kratos!" Momma called again. "Dear, where are you-? Oh! There you are, my child!"
Momma smiled and came over to him, then frowned.
"Dear, you are all dirty!" she shook her head. "Were you playing in the dirt again? Well, I suppose you are due for a bath anyway."
She scooped him up and he finally felt safe again, cradled in her big fluffy arms.
"Now, let's get you all cleaned up."
A few minutes passed and Kratos splashed in the tub, giggling as his mother washed his ears.
"Now stop wriggling, dear," she smiled as she scolded him.
"It tickles!"
"I know, I know, but you need to stay still." She giggled along with him.
Kratos continued to giggle but stopped moving, letting his mother was him and the water slowly still.
He blinked.
When water didn't move, it was like a mirror, Momma told him. It showed you what was in front of it. A 'reflection' it was called. There was his reflection in the tub now. A small nose, big eyes, a mouth with dull teeth, chubby cheeks, all on a flat, furless face. Aside from his eyebrows, anyway. Some monsters had eyebrows, but not a lot. It made sense, he guessed, because he didn't have a monster face. He had a human face. Except from his hands, feet, ears and his little tail, he was 'human'. It didn't seem to be a good thing…people didn't like it very much.
"My child? Is something wrong?"
He shook his head, smiling at her. Momma didn't think it was a bad thing, so how bad could it be?