"MELODY!" The little child could hear her father's loud, harsh voice boom across the house, "CLEAN YOUR ROOM NOW!"
"Can I have a minute?" Melody asked, "I'm dusting up here."
"MELODY!" Her father seemed tense, nervously biting his lower lip, as if he had to hold back wanting to physically hurt his daughter. He sighed, trying to calm himself, "Get down here and clean your room."
Melody ran downstairs, shaking in fear of her father, "Y-Yes, Daddy." She dropped the feather duster on the ground and walked into her room.
He started to pace, no matter how hard he tried, he just didn't seem ready for a child. He geniunely loved Melody and wanted what was best for her, and now he knew what he had to do. He started to sob, and muttered, "She'll be happier somewhere else." He dialed his sister's number, and spoke into the phone, "Tori? Oh hi..."
"How's your anger management going?" Toriel asked, warmly over the phone, "Any better?"
"I-I- um... Not really." He stuttered, "I need to straighten myself up a little, and I could really use some assistance."
"How can I help?" She asked, her boys and daughter playing and squealing in the background.
"I was thinking..." He sighed, "I know you have your hands full, but can you take care of my daughter until I get my act together. I thought I was ready for this, but I honestly don't have a clue where to start."
"Of course," Toriel chuckled, "I rarely ever get to see my niece. That would be great! How long is she staying?"
"Months, years, heck, maybe forever." He said, "Just as much time as it takes if I can settle myself down at all."
"Get her bags ready!" Toriel replied, checking her watch, "I'll see you two here!"
"Right." He chuckled, nervously.
He then called for Melody again, "Get in here!"
"Um...um... Yes, Daddy?" Melody said, nearly crying out of fear.
"Calm down, honey," Her father replied, "I just want to tell you a little something... You know your Auntie Toriel?"
"Y-yes?" Melody said, tilting her head, "What about her, Daddy?"
"Well..." He sighed, "I'm gonna have you live with her for a while, just until I can shape myself up. I'm not patient enough for you, Melody, I think you deserve someone who can treat you as the warm, tender child you are..."
"But Daddy..." Melody started to cry, as she rolled up into a ball on the floor, "I want to stay with you..."
"Melody," He said, sternly, standing up and walking off "You must understand, child. I'm doing this for your own good! You foolish foolish girl, do you know how miserable you will be if you stay here? Get out of the floor, I say! You must pack your bags because YOU aren't staying here, and that is FINAL."
Melody wiped her tears and got up to grab some bags and stuff them with her necessities, or what she felt like we're necessities.
Author's Note- So here's my first story, in this one, Torian is indeed a child, and not a baby, though you will probably see a LOT more stories of her as a baby. So here's my little introduction of some new members I made up, Melody, and her father, Melroi. Melroi actually does have anger issues, and until he gets them under control, Melody does stay with her Auntie Toriel, Uncle Sans and her cousins. Sorry about the sloppy writing, my mind has just been tormenting me to do something productive, and I finally got the motivation to do something, at 11:06 in the night. xD Always with the at night motivations and thoughts, during the day I'm lazy af doe. Today I've just been stressed and been feeling like there's something I need to get done, and I have occasional feelings that everyone pretty much hates me if I don't do something, and I have no motivation or any idea what I'm supposed to be doing. I hate that feelings. HATE IT. Anyway, there's a little rant about how stressed and anxious I get over stupid things. I hope you enjoy what I have so far, I may tune in with chapter 2 soon, with my mental state, I don't even know what I'm doing with my life.
