A/N: Here's a new chapter! I'm planning on making Odette's corruption a little slower, so that it doesn't feel rushed. She's still going to be a jerk (thanks, voice.) but she's probably going to seem more human and less heartless. I'll try, at least. Anyway, let's get back to the story!
I woke up and for a moment I forgot where I was for a few moments, then it all came rushing back to me.
I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes, yawning. My mouth felt disgusting. I was about to stand up when I saw a slice of pie on the floor, steaming, meaning it was fresh, so I hadn't slept for too long. There was a note under the plate.
Frowning, I stood up and crouched down to pick up the note.
Odette, my child, please don't eat this unless you are in dire need. Thank you.
I rolled my eyes but smiled for a moment anyway, then, feeling disgusted, I stopped smiling.
I don't know why it made me feel so repulsed, I used to love to smile at kind gestures like this.
Now it made me sick to my stomach.
I left the pie on the floor, and went to the living room, passing a set of stairs with a giant padlock chain blocking the entrance.
I stopped for a moment, and looked. The stairs went down. Some kind of basement, maybe.I shrugged and walked to the living room, where Toriel was sitting in a green arm chair, reading by the fire. There was a bookshelf behind her, with more books, all with the same topic.
Snails.
I walk closer to her, and she looks up, seeing me. She smiles and closes the book, letting it rest in her lap.
The title reads: Snails. Eating Habits and Life Cycle.
Who would read such...mind...numbing material?
Only goat mom.
"Hello, my child, did you sleep well?"
I nod. "Where's the bathroom? I need to brush my teeth."
She puts the book on the table, standing up. "Yes, come with me."
She takes my hand and I reluctantly allow it, letting her lead me to a restroom. "I bought a toothbrush just for you, my child. It's white, and should be sitting next to mine."
I nod and let go of her hand, enter the room and close the door behind me. I look at myself in the mirror and try to stifle a laugh. My short braids have come undone, leaving messy brown locks that reach my shoulders, my face has many cuts and scratches, and my brown eyes, for some reason, are slightly red.
I brush my teeth and wash my face, then wear some clean socks I find in the cupboard.
"Who even keeps their socks under the sink?" I mutter to myself. I find a red brush and a purple brush there too, so I brush my hair with the red one and put it in my pocket, covering it with my sweater. I search for some band aids, find a box and put some of the white patches on my cheeks.
I exit the bathroom, and Toriel isn't there, so I walk to my room to get the pie, which I wrap in plastic that sat next to it, my boots, and my messenger bag.
I put the brush in my bag, then go back to the bathroom and put some band-aids in there too, and the toothbrush, and one spare toothpaste I find.
Yes, it's time to leave. She'll probably try to stop you, so prepare for a fight, the voice whispers.
I check to make sure I have everything, then lace my boots, walking back to the living room.
Toriel looks surprised when she sees me. She laughs and stands up. She was tending the fire.
"Where are you going, my child?"
I look up at her. "I want to leave."
Her smile drops into a frown. I feel a secret pleasure growing in me, seeing her like this. She looked so hurt and vulnerable.
I try to stop myself from grinning, so I look down as a grin spreads on my face. Why was I so happy over her hurt? I wasn't usually like this.
NO. Accept it, The voice tells me.
Don't fight it. This is right. You should feel that way, Odette.
"What…?" Toriel asks, softly. "You...you just got here! Why do you…"
I look up at her. She looked sad a few moments ago, but now she looks set, set on doing something.
"I have to do something, Odette. Stay here."
She leaves the room quickly, and I hear the click of a lock.
"The basement," I whisper, following the sound of her footsteps.
She walks down a purple corridor, and I follow her. She hears me and stops.
"My child, I am only protecting you. Go back upstairs."
She moves forward, and I continue to follow her, and she once again stops and tells me to go back.
I follow her until we reach a door. It looks like the exit, and has the same strange symbol as her robe.
She turns. "Fine. You want to leave that badly. Prove to me you're strong enough to survive."
I feel the familiar tug at my chest, and my soul floats in front of me. She begins to shoot fireballs at me and I dodge them, floating and jumping, jerking and dodging.
I continue asking her not to fight me, giving her pleading eyes, even trying to spare her. But she keeps attacking, sometimes with a stream of fire that slithers towards me, which I leap and float away from.
She finally stops fighting. "My child, I'll miss you...I know you can make it now…" she continues to ramble, but I get out my knife. This was such a perfect opportunity. I floated up to her, quietly, and with a deep breath, I stab her in the back, all the way through, until the knife reaches her heart.
Her eyes widen, and blood trickles from the corner of her mouth as a choked sound comes out of her.
I feel myself grinning as I yank the blade out of her and, without much thought, wipe it against her robe.
She doesn't say anything to me as she dies, just looks at me with so much pain in her eyes. I begin to laugh, softly at first, then loudly. I can't stop, I feel so...powerful. So powerful!
She fades into dust, and my laughter begins to subside, as tears roll down my cheeks. I wipe them away quickly, before putting my knife in my bag and, taking a deep breath, I leave.
Good. But don't cry, it's pathetic.
I nod and look up to see a world of snow.
