The idea for this chapter came from the song 'Blown away' by Carrie Underwood.
"Sam!" Gaster calls up the stairs after slamming the front door shut. He is so sick of that stupid girl lazying about the house day in and day out, "Sam!" He bellows louder. He hears her get to her feet and quickly make her way to the stairs, "Get your fucking ass in that kitchen and make me dinner!" He yells, only growing more agitated as the walls sway.
"Yes, father," She says quietly as she hurries past him into the kitchen. He grabs her broken arm quickly, causing her to scream in pain.
"What did you do to your arm?" He demands.
"You..." She stops herself quickly, "I broke it," She hisses in pain as he squeezes the abused bone tighter, not satisfying with the cocky answer.
"I can fucking see that, you ingrate!" He yells, spitting into her face, "How did you brake it?"
"I...I fell up the stairs,"
"How the fuck do you fall up..." He stops suddenly, pinching between his eye sockets as the room begins to spin, "I don't even care," He sighs heavily, letting her go to lay on the couch, "Make my fucking dinner,"
"Yes, father," As she walks into the kitchen, she hears Gaster already begin to snore on the couch. She sighs heavily as she begins chopping ingrediants for hamburgers.
As she waits for the burgers to cook, she looks out the window above the stove to see, "Is that... Father?" She asks herself still hearing his loud snores coming from the other room. Confusion racks her brain as the black figure speeds toward the house at an astonishing pace. She turns the burner off and quietly makes her way through the living room and out the front door.
Once she steps out of the house, wind begins to whip her floor length, brown sweater behind her with her hair. She squints her eyes as she tries to get a better look at the ever growing dark mass draws nearer. Large black clouds follow it in it's wake while streaks of energy crackle through the air.
"What is going on?" She asks herself as panic begins to rise in her chest. Suddenly a built of energy hits the ground, five feet from her. She jumps and screams in surprise.
"I've finally found you!" A low, gruff voice taunts from the dark figure, "Don't worry, I'll make it quick. I won't torture you, like I did that colorful gaywad," It chuckles as it stretches it's arm toward her. Threads shoot their way at her.
"Run! You must run!" A small voice next to her yells. She feels a small hand grab hers. She looks down to see a tiny, gray figure with short cut hair and a long sleeve shirt on.
"Who are you?" She yells over the booming above her head.
"Run!" The small figure screams trying to pull her to the right.
"Run where! There's no where to go but in the house!"
"Go in the house!"
Sam opens the door, once inside the figure slams it shut, surprisingly, not waking her father who still snores on the couch.
After the door slams, Sam slaps her hand over the small figures mouth, then puts a finger over her's in a 'shush'. The figure nods, then leads her into the basement, another area of the house she is never allowed.
"Why are we in the basement?" Sam asks once the door is closed and dead bolted.
"Because of this," She points to a small cube sitting alone on a desk. Four colors decorate the cube, each adjacent side holding the same color. Red, blue, purple, and green.
"What is it?"
"Press the green sides," She does as she is told, the cube begins to vibrate, then a multi colored sypher begins to grow from the box, enveloping them both.
"What is this?"
"For a lack of better term, it's a force field your Gaster was given when Ink created you,"
"What?"
"Ink is the creator of all universes, there for he created you and your Gaster,"
"Yah, I get that, but why are you saying MY Gaster?"
"Did you really think this is all that existed?" The figure looks up at her with black, dead eyes.
"Of course not, I knew there were other places, I just have no idea what they are like,"
"There are many other universes, yours is an empty universe Ink reserved for you, so your Gaster could train you with out you being susceptible to discrimination,"
As they talk, Sam begins to think of more beings like her father. It makes her cringe. Anger, sadness, fear and hatred begin to bubble inside of her.
"What does that thing want any way?"
"To kill you," As the figure says this, the walls of the house begin to shake, the walls begin to crumble.
'Blow it down,' She begins to chant in her head.
"Take shelter!" The figure yells.
"This isn't shelter," Sam gets to her knees and puts her hands over her head, "This is revenge," A large smile adorns her face as the celing begins to rain down and nails clank to the floor.
"Revenge? You are not supposed to talk like that, what has your life been like here?" The figure asks in worry.
"Let's just say, there's not enough rain to wash away the sins, not enough wind to rip the nails out of the past," The figure's eyes grow wide as the black figure begins to float down from above them.
"what do you wish me to do with your precious house?" He asks, his eyes wide, looking like a lioness on a hunt.
"Shatter every window, till it's all blown away!" The gray figure looks up at her as Sam stands to face the black figure in front of her, "Every brick, every board, every slamming door, till it's all blown away," Tears begin to fall down her cheeks, "Every tear-soaked whisky memory blown away,"
"I like you," The black figure says with a broad smile.
"Until there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday. Blow it all away!" She yells through the rainbow bubble separating them.
"I almost feel bad about killing you,"
"You can't kill her Error!" The gray figure yells, still cowering on her knees,"
"Shut up, Core,"
"We need to leave, Sam!" Core yells at her, touching the ground.
"There's no where to run, little girl," Error chuckles darkly, lifting a fist, ready to strike the bubble.
"I still have a quite a bit of anger, I would love to burn," Sam whispers to herself stepping back out of the bubble.
Quickly she summons her blasters, her eyes glowing brighter than she ever remembered.
"This will be fun," Error begins to produce strings from each of his fingers.
Sam begins to shoot, as the strings whistle through the air.