"Hey, sis, cheer up or the miraculous Matty will have to do it for you!" Giggles filtered through the air. On top of a small hill, two silhouettes were seen, one tall and the other small. Tiny hands reached up to the taller creature, opening and closing in a grabby motion. The taller one was skeletal in nature, the entire body made of bone though it was animalistic. The skull was akin to that of a canine, fangs included. The hands were more humane, though they ended in sharp points. On his back were skeletal wings, a very thin film of some black material spread across each joint. He had a tail similar to her own, the lower legs were that of a canine, but stood upright.

"Hehe, s-stop big bro!" High pitched and innocent, the voice of a toddler Verrater trailed along the wind, followed by the ear piercing squeals of laughter that tiny children were well known for. Skeletal hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her up. Laughter bubbled up her throat whilst a hearty, quirky laugh came from the tall, winged, semi-canine skeleton.

"Now, that is better is it not? Do not stop laughing, or you shall never become as miraculous as me!" Verrater giggled before nodding eagerly, clinging to the hand when she was put back onto the ground. Tail swaying happily, something that was a rarity, even in the days of the past. Distant calling caught the pair's attention.

"Come on, my little sister £"$%%, our parents are calling us!" Matty cheered happily before picking her up and running over to where two unidentifiable figures were standing, the entire area was blurred out, as if the memory was restricted or held back by something.

"-bro don't!" Skeletal arms crushing around her body had brought her back to the present. The solid ivory digging into the crushed bone of her wing brought her out into a silent cry, but… she couldn't pull away. Whimpering brokenly, her two limp arms curled around the thorax of the tall skeleton whilst her body trembled. Silent weeping turned into loud, wheezing sobs whilst she clung tightly.

"CHAINED MONSTER, WHY ARE YOU SO SAD? IT IS GREAT TO BE HAPPY! I DO NOT LIKE SEEING MONSTERS OR HUMANS UPSET." The words of the monster, had calmed her, yet brought up the nostalgia which made a familiar emotion bubble up in her soul. Calmness engulfed her entire being as a warmth that she had not felt for what feels like eons ago to spread through every inch of her being.

"S-sorry… you just remind me of my br-… someone that I was really close to." Vague, yet true, the tall skeleton let out a short 'Nyeh!' in what seemed like understanding as her body was lowered to the floor, her broken wing released but only then making it painstakingly obvious to the prisoner that she was truly injured, not a mere scratch but instead something that would hinder her for many weeks.

"WELL CHAINED PERSON, I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! AND… WHO MIGHT YOU BE?" Clearing her throat with a harsh wheeze in order to clear the knot that her throat had metaphorically twisted into. Opening her mouth in attempt to speak, before the first syllable was out in the open, the loud voice she heard earlier echoed through the cavern, Sans pulling Papyrus back with a dark glare in her direction, though the feeling of a scaly hand on her shoulder had calmed her immensely.

"YO PAPYRUS, WHO'RE YA TALKING TO YA NERD?!" Inhaling sharply, hacking coughs echoed throughout the entrance of the cavern. A faint burning feeling was around her entire neck, something warm slipping down her chest from the shackled section of the skin. Ignoring it for the time being, the twin amber eyes stared directly into a large, bright yellow eye similar to her own with a single slit for a pupil, though the opposing eye was a pupil of pure black, not an eerie white.

"AH UNDYNE! I AM TALKING TO THIS NEW FRIEND THAT SANS AND ALPHYS BROUGHT WITH THEM!" Papyrus explained, happiness obvious in his voice whilst the large skeletal body shifted to pose dramatically, an incidental gust of wind appearing at the perfect time to brush his scarf into the drift of the wind to give it the majestic appearance of a cape. Undyne had turned to look at her sceptically, flicking between her eyes and the scaly yellow hand on her shoulder.

How stupid, how could someone like you? Thinking about him being so like our dear son, like your brother? Hah, we both know that he is acting. He will never like you, hell, Matty never even cared about you!

Scampering backwards at the sudden blue glow, she had no time to react to the voice that haunted her every day of her life, marring the image of her loving mother. Releasing a small squeak of surprise, something within her flared strongly, pressing against her skin before bursting out with a cool gust and becoming something tangible directly in front of her, within less than half a second. In a flash of amber and black light, approximately thirty sharp bones, similar to porcupine needles, the thickness of her femur, joined together into a thirty-pointed star and spun at a fast rate.

A loud clang was heard including the sizzle of magic. Peeking up from the shelter of her arm, the other outstretched to be inches away from the magic she had used, the trembling monster whimpered slightly at the sight before her. A spear was shattered, scattered across the ground as if a tornado had blown through the cave, though the shattered pieces were pierced into the ground whilst the spinning shield had halted slowly, glowing in front of her before dissipating.

Heavy wheezing and the trembling of chains pierced the silent air whilst the monsters that stood there looked in surprise. Heavy footfalls, alongside smaller scampering steps, were booming down the stone. Turning to the sound of the footfalls, her heart had jumped to her throat, eyes widening in fear as snow white fur, long horns and a goat's appearance came into view. Though it was not Asgore, she knew this figure all too well, though she was one of the few that held sympathy for her younger self.

"Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, what happened?! Is everything okay?" Fear was instilled within the shackled monster as the motherly, yet urgent voice met her ears. Faint prickling and the blurring of her vision brought Verrater to notice that tears were once more seen in her eyes. Scarlet eyes met with hers, widening whilst she merely shrunk backwards, curling into a ball.

Toriel stepped closer, but all it caused her to do was tremble with a higher intensity. "I-it's you." Those simple words had broken the shackled monster. Deep wheezes broke through her mouth whilst a whimpering chant echoed through the cavern. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry…" The mumbles continued onwards. Toriel had a single arm holding back a concerned and confused looking child.

Pity was swimming through the goat monsters scarlet eyes, face drawn into a forlorn expression. Blinking down at the now grown little girl she had once seen, the sickliness of the child brought the once queen's soul to pulse in worry, squeezing in her chest. This monster was once a little girl, covered in blood and in shock, tears streaming down the small face as they trembled, shackles loosely clinging to her wrists and neck. The words echoed in Toriel's ears even to this day. Now having a much larger effect ever since she had become a mother herself. "Mommy? D-Daddy? W-where are you? I-I-I'm s-scared."

"Oh, you poor child." Verrater heard a soft voice, squeaking in fright and cowering away when she felt a fuzzy hand touch the back of her head. The hand followed, eventually coming to a rest against her silver hair. Bracing herself for the pain she presumed she would receive, confusion filled her visage when the hand merely began stroking back and forth gently.

Humming in confusion, her trembling head gradually lifted to view the white furred monster. She was kneeled down next to her, but compared to the glance she had when she was younger, the monster had aged quite a bit since back then, a lingering sadness behind the scarlet orbs which brought concern into the shackled monster's soul.

"Hold still." Toriel spoke sternly, to which Verrater instantly froze. She felt a tightening around her throat, the metal digging into the deep wound around her neck before there was instant relief, Lungs greedily gulped in the cool, fresh oxygen, her body shaking in pure relief, but it only lasted for a couple of seconds.

Hot and powerful, a sharp yet burning pain choked her as Toriel moved the shackle. Opening her mouth in a silent scream, sharp talons curled into the torn rags for trousers tightly, trying to avoid gripping Toriel's arm in fear of harming the gentle goat monster. "Oh goodness!" Toriel gasped in horror, a single hand moving to cover her mouth as the metal clasp came off. A rancid smell wafted off of the rusted metal, stains of red… green and yellow staining it. A single string of the greenish yellow stuff was stretched from her neck to the metal device, weighing down before dripping onto her shirt.

Bile raised up into her throat, the scent was vomit-worthy and the feeling was all the more. Sitting with her face facing the floor at a slight angle whilst deep, refreshing gulps of air brushing against her throat and her lungs. Pasty pale and slightly sickened, Toriel sobbed gently, the clank of the chains and a thicker metal substance echoed through the cavern, making the prisoner jerk in surprise.

"Tori, are you sure that's a good idea?! She's dangerous!" Sans retaliated, running forwards and placing a skeletal hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. Retching the large, purple cloth covered shoulder away from the skeletal hand, a glare that would've made anyone run for the hills was given Sans at that single moment. Grin faltering, beads of luminescent blue sweat dotted across his skull as the lights in his eyes dimmed to the point they were non-existent.

"Sans the Skeleton. This child is not dangerous, look at her, she was merely a child when Dreemurr locked her away. You would do the same as she did if Papyrus was-" Flinging her hands around the snout of the goat monster, her voice came out rushed and pleading.

"Don't say it, please!" Gruff and hoarse, wincing partially at the strain on the harsh wound as Toriel softened instantly, nodding whilst her hands removed themselves from the soft snout to fall onto her lap with a small jingle.

"Sans, look at her properly. Does it truly look like she would hurt you? She is injured Sans, it's infected." Toriel growled slightly at the skeleton, who had turned to look at the monster. His glare failed to falter, though his skull seemed to pale considerably at the wound around the neck, small specks of dust falling from the wound and drifting in the fresh air.

"Well, not right now, but Tori she was locked away for a reason, she said it herself." The persistent baritone seemed to correspond with the anger that was growing on the gentle motherly expression. Verrater winced backwards, the body curling tightly. Or more so attempted. Crying out, the strangled sound ripped from her vocal chords at the feeling of her wing.

A sharp stinging pain was stretching through her wing whilst the rough feeling of bone grinding against bone without cartridge to smooth the movement brought a deep retch to the surface, body convulsing partially as dry heaves went on for a couple of seconds. Cold, relieving air soothed her painful throat and lungs whilst they greedily engulfed the oxygen. The lack of restriction on her neck was both pleasing and abnormal to her. Whipping her skeletal tail around, her hands curled into fists, easily slicing into her flesh sickeningly.

Yes! YES! Suffer! Suffer the pain you inflicted on everyone! HahahaHahAHAHAHA! You're more useful to everyone dead, you waste of space, pathetic. Truly pathetic.

"I'm sorry…" Whimpering silently, her hands began to clutch her head. Toriel and Sans who had previously been arguing had stopped at her cry on pain, Sans looking on with a mask covering his emotions, whilst Toriel appeared to grow more and more concerned. Feeling a weight on her back, Verrater merely flattened herself further to the ground, shivering slightly. "…I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to, I-I di-" her words were overtaken by a gentle shush from the goat monster.

"Shush, child, it's okay." Gentle paws gripped her hands, lifting them from her abused scalp the monster lifted her entire torso upwards, holding her shoulders firmly but with kindness whilst Verrater shuddered at the sudden cold breeze that attacked her sickly pale skin. "I'm going to have a look at your soul alright?" Toriel murmured, not moving until the prisoner relented with a small nod.

Cool magic filtered through her chest, a tension in her chest catching the breath in her throat whilst a very gentle tugging made her aware of the extraction of her soul. Something was pulling and pushing against the skin of her chest. It was truly… uncomfortable, but not painful – much to the whimpering prisoner's relief. When the pulling got near unbearable, was when a small 'pop' sounded out.

Every photon of light filtered to a dim darkness, nothing compared to the glow on any sort of soul. Hovering in front of her was an inverted heart, the classic monster soul, slightly smaller than average. Around the edges was a bright amber glow, small flickers of black every now and then. Colouring around the edges of a monster soul was not uncommon, mostly affiliating with the magic they possess instead of a trait. Traits were a coloured glow around the soul, rather than on it, which were harder to see. Hers was a bright white, being hope – a common one, but not usually on its own as hers is.

But, there were flaws in the small soul. The glow of the soul was dim, though the colour around it remained bright. Small webs of cracks were visible on the surface, originating from the left bottom corner where a small chunk of the soul was gone, leaving an opening to view the inside of the soul, amber and white liquid, with the off tint of black, dripped from the opening slowly. Verrater found herself shrinking in defeat and widening her eyes in surprise all at once. Technically, she would have 'fallen down' at this point. A soul is not meant to crack open, a monster relies on the magic within a soul, yet hers was dripping and evaporating into thin air. How was she still alive?

The most prominent besides the hole, was the brand that was stretched across her soul. It was a dark grey colour, the brand was the emblem, however the wings were demonic, the circle cracked in two and the triangles above it. The emblem of a traitor.

Sy[E-er-rOr]i "VerRatER"

LV: 0-5[error]1_2 6

HP: 1/3

AT: 28 (0) EXP: 0_22343298 264

DF: 2 (0) NEXT: 36

Gold: 0

*Truly in-[ErRor] GuILTy

*Only keeps hopeful because of a promise.

*TRAITOR