Heeya! I'm baaaack!

If you actually decided to continue reading this, you have some endurance, buddy!

After running for what seemed like forever, we reached the small pitiful shack we called a hospital. Scowling a little at the faded wooden planks, I kicked the door open and ran to the front desk where a large slime monster slept.

"Excuse me!" I hissed, kicking the desk in frustration of the horrible "hospital" staff (and also the fact that Webdings was still injured).

The slime monster cracked open an eye and grumbled something that sounded like "My beauty sleep", and lazily sat up, yawning.

He eyed the unconscious Webdings in my arms, picked up an ancient phone, and drawled into it,

"We have a dying kid here or something. Get your ass over here, bunny, and help this poor, sick, dying six year old."

I could feel my face contorting in rage from this bastard's complete indifference towards Webdings' injured state. Such lack of concern, even sarcasm…

My thoughts were interrupted when a tiny rabbit with tan and white fur rushed towards the desk from another room, concern written in her expression. She eyed Webdings, studying him, and then looked at me with pity in her eyes. She pointed to Webdings and held her paws out.

Understanding, I lowered Webdings into her arms gently, and she rushed off into another room with him. I followed her into the room and saw her gingerly lay Webdings onto an uncomfortable looking hospital bed.

Webdings moaned a little and shifted. The rabbit breathed out a sigh and then turned to me.

She drew a hand across her neck, then shook her head. He's not going to die.

I smiled softly in response, whispering,

"Thank you."

She then turned back to Webdings, and a soft green pulse lit up the dim room. A bead of sweat formed on her fur as she gave Webdings more and more of her magic, and after a few minutes, she fell to her knees, panting heavily.

When I looked over, Webdings' leg looked as good as new. I then asked the rabbit,

"Is he ready? May I take him back home?"

She nodded enthusiastically, and held her hand out. It was nice to meet you. Good bye.

"Likewise." I responded, gathering up Webdings and heading towards the door.

As I was leaving, I stopped, and turned to face the rabbit.

She looked at me quizzically, and I asked her, "What's your name?"

She paused for a moment, before picking up a pad of paper and a pen nearby.

She scrawled something down, before she held it up for me to see.

Lieselotte

I smiled gently before responding, "Lieselotte. That's a nice name."

Lieselotte blushed and I ended, "I hope we meet again."

She nodded and gave a shy smile before I walked out the door.

As I walked back home, relieved that Webdings was okay, I felt him stir in my arms.

I looked down at him as he opened an eye and fixed his gaze at me in confusion.

"Did it work? Is he gone? Did I do it?"

A pang of love hit me. He still cared about Wingdings even though he had hurt him. What a wonderful child.

"We just took you to the "hospital" and healed you up, Webdings. Everything's going to be okay."

He closed his eyes in content before asking softly,

"You won't punish him, will you?"

What is this kid? He wanted Wingdings not to get punished?!

"Webdings, I will punish him. He hurt you." I responded, hoping he wouldn't argue.

And he didn't.

I arrived back home to hear the sound of Verdana still shouting at Wingdings.

Little fucker. He deserved it.

I took off my shoes and carried Webdings to my room. He really did not need to be near that psycho of a son we had. He would only hurt Webdings more. I laid him down gently on the plush bed, and the kid snuggled into the pillows immediately.

A fond grin pulled its way on my face. He was just perfect. Best son I could've had.

My thoughts then drifted to my other son.

What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty had been present without my ever noticing? How could he have been like this for so long?

I shut my eyes and let a single tear fall.

I knew how to solve this issue. There was only one real way. I really didn't want to do it, but it was for the best.

Yeah. So that happened.

I'm just making this up as I go.

Also, just some words to clear some stuff from the story.

Lieselotte is mute. Her tongue was cut off (no spoilers. That wasn't going to be a major plot point or anything). She doesn't know sign language either, but she may learn it later on. Also, Lieselotte is a child (around eight or nine now).

If you caught the Asgore and Spy quotes, you deserve a cookie. Go on, treat yourself.

Next time,

- SnowPlume