"Knock, knock!" A high-pitched voice filled the air around a long wooden table, all eyes focusing on the youngest boy. His lips spreading into a wide smile of innocents, making the child even more adorable than he normally was. His varying baby and adult teeth, giving him a slight lisp that just added onto his adorable innocents.
"Who's there? The table's occupants questioned the boy before the boy replied. "Chocolate cow! Mooooo~!"
Laughter filled the smile room then dissipating into pleasant conversations. Everything was just right. It was seemingly perfect. Happiness, calmness, worry free. Bring a sense of normality to a certain woman. Her smile radiating with content and caring. Her hand intertwined with another as they watch their family with pride. Dragging her eyes away from her family, shock consumed her. Sitting next to her was a headless corpse, blood flowing to the floor while the darkness crept over to the table. Snapping her gaze back to her family, a scream erupted from deep within her form. A heart-wrenching cry soon following while tears began to flow freely. Before her, was her family, each bleeding in one way or another. Organs strewed all over the table, various cooking utensils sticking into the bodies of her loved ones. An unknown force pulled her eyes to look down into her hands. A heavy kitchen knife glinting a red sheen, bloody and dull while the other hand was clutching the hair of a screaming bodiless head. All while a sick child-like laughter filled the air.
The sound of someone pounding on a door caused the woman to snap back into reality. Heavy breaths being taken while the young female tried to will her heart into a more calming rhythm. The dream deeply shocked her to the very core of her existence. Her eyes instantly snapped to the nearest clock while the knocking resumed. Though she was glad that whoever was knocking had awoken her, annoyance crept into her features. It was 12:45 in the morning. Either it was the neighbor with their tendency to ask for some sort of ridiculous requests at god awful hours or her parents are too tired to let themselves in. Heaving one last sigh, the woman stood from her position on the couch, making her way to the door. A simple click notified the tiered woman that she had successfully unlocked the door.
"Ms. Rebecca McKealling?" A rather gruff voice asked upon the door revealing the occupant inside, a tired nod informing the man that he had indeed found the right person. "Sorry to have awakened you at this hour."
Brown orbs glanced between the two police officers on her front porch. The atmosphere the two had- along with the storm outside- brought a sense of worry, dread, and confusion to the sleepy girl.
"How may I be of assistance this morning officers?" She asked cautiously. If the police had wanted to arrest her, then they wouldn't have knocked. Nor had she done anything against the law to her knowledge.
The officers cast a glance to each other, a silent conversation being passed before one of them spoke. "I regret to inform you that your parents have been in an accident. They died upon impact."
Time froze as the woman processed what few words she heard. Her body felt numb and her eyelids heavy while tears had escaped from her fuzzy sight. 'Parents...accident…dead' ran through her mind before everything went black.
Thank you for reading. ~Anetha Pham-La Undertale belongs to the creator. Oc's and plot belong to me.