The (nice?) lady

Customers!

This message vibrated through every string of the giant web under the roof of the spider bake sale.

Regrouping the small residents of the net prepared themselves for the rush as the vibrations increased with each passing second announcing more and more shoppers.

A bunch of dark coated heavily armed figures entered the sale.

Disembodied whispers echoed through the room.
"Royal guards."
"What are they doing here?"

Irritated gazes where exchanged between the guards as they couldn't locate the source of the sounds.

"How could they enter the ruins?"
"Will they buy pastries?"
Thoughtful silence followed this important question before another spider added, "Or will they become pastries?"

Standing now back to back with the other dark figures one of them spoke with loud husky voice, "I'm Dogamy from the royal guard currently on the watch for humans. Who are you?"

More whispers, "We are many but one."
"We are small but many tremble in fear upon our sight."
"We are the things that creep in the shadows."
"We are-"

The guards relaxed and looked up to the spiders.
One of them muttered embarrassed, "Damn! They got us again with this stupid creep show."

Exchanging glances they agreed to leave this detail out of their report.

Speaking again Dogamy asked pally, "Hey eight eyes you wouldn't know about any humans down here or do you?"

Spiderlegs twitched sending soundless signals over the strings to every spider in the web.
Should we tell them about the human?
Why should we?
Perhaps they will pay.
The human was nice, she greeted us on every visit.
She never killed or hurt one of us.
Rubbish she was just to afraid to provoke us! We should tell them and get the gold!
But what will the white lady do when we tell them about the human?

The vibrations in the strings died down as every spider remembered their first and last attempt to catch a human.

The human was unarmed except for a frying pan so it was fairly easy to trap them in a web. It was easy until the white lady appeared from nowhere and burned every last of their webs. Until today the old location of the sale was covered in ash and soot.

We shouldn't rush this decision.
Right. Right.
The Boss will know what we should do.
All strings vibrated with consent.
Agreed.

Polite and sincere as possible every spider recited, "Sadly we don't know anything about a human down here. But we will let you know if we remember something that could help you."

Seemingly not surprised on this statement the members of the royal guard vacated the sale muttering one or two things about "useless eight eyes".

The spiders didn't care as long as they were gone.


Enjoying a cup of tea during a nice chat was normally nothing that made someone break sweat.
Except when the one that invited you had the ability to smell the human you were traveling with from the other side of a large city was skilled in close-combat and heavily armed.

Then it was really obvious why Toriel couldn't relax while she was sitting on the green couch holding a cup of tea observing the other adult in the room.

The other person was still wearing the black coat with the white emblem on the chest but had struck back the hood so that the white dog-head was fully visible.

Holding a cup of tea as well the member of the royal guard that had introduced herself as Dogaressa continued the small talk while her eyes rested on Frisk eating cookies besides Toriel.
"So the two of you are on the way to see a doctor because Frisk is not feeling well?"

Taking another sip of tea to have time to pick the right words Toriel answered, "Yes, we are. It is probably nothing but how goes the old saying? Better safe than sorry."

Nodding the guard replied, "True that. No one should take risks with the life of a child."

Said the one that most likely murdered at least one of them.

Ignoring the thought she spoke again, "Thank you again for letting us stay for the night. It is awful cold out there."

"Don't mention it. Every other monster would've done the same."

But they wouldn't be such a threat to the child as you are.


Finishing another cookie you let your gaze wander through the room.

The nice lady that took you and Toriel in after she met the two of you on the street was still chatting with Toriel about boring things like the weather.

The room was a bit larger than the living room of Toriel's house in the ruins.

There was a table with chairs a kitchenette and small cupboards in one half of the room while a smaller table the green couch with the two of you and the green armchair with the nice lady were in the other half.

The wooden walls were empty except for two or three portraits of two figures in dark coats and two ill-treated tough gloves nailed onto one of the walls.

Something about the gloves unsettled you enough to let your gaze wander away before you could spot more details.

Looking further you saw a sign on the front door that was inscribed with different colors and symbols that you couldn't read.

Sensing your interest the nice lady explained, "That is a smell-scale. It tells what we should do with persons that have a certain smell."

That sounded interesting.
Returning the friendly gaze you asked innocently, "How do I smeell?"

Bending down to you the nice lady whispered, "Let me see...", before she sniffed the air around you.

Her opened snout gave you a nice view of the white sharp teeth inside.

"You smell like..." Her hands raised left and right of you.

She sniffed again blue eyes narrowed as would she try to see through thick fog.

"You smell like..." All finger with pointy nails were now fully extended and moved closer to your sides.

She sniffed a third time.

"YOU SMELL LIKE..." Both hands darted to your sides.


"Are you kidding me?"

During his time as a royal guard Dogamy had heard and seen a lot of things that would be unbelievable for a 'normal' person but even in his ears this witness statements of human sightings in the ruins sounded a bit overblown.

"Please repeat the reports once again." Perhaps it will make more sense this time.

One of his subordinates repeated, "One little human wearing blue clothes." She paused for a second and continued then a bit nervous, "And a giant fire breathing horned creature that can kill with a glance. According to our witnesses it is blue as well."

So a dragon? He thought ironical.

Trying his best to make a sense of this second personal description he inquired further while reading his copy of the statements, "What is it with this 'purple' stuff?"

Still nervous she explained, "This seems to be a synonym for blue at least were the samples of this 'purple' color blue."

Knowing that Undyne would not be happy about this 'dragon' nonsense he took one moment to translate this in a more believable scenario, "Ok. Ok. Let me think."

Picking his words carefully he declared, "The report about that little human will be forwarded without change but the 'giant' creature will be reported as a tall blue monster that has the ability to breath fire." "Also until proven wrong we have to assume that the big blue monster tries to bring the human to the castle to collect the bounty."

Looking again at his subordinate he asked, "Understood?"

"Yes sir."

Producing his cell phone he gestured the other guard to leave, "Good, dismissed."


Her hands cramped around the tea cup as Dogaressa lunged at the unwary child sitting besides her the cookie jar still on their lap.

The female member of the royal guard was to close to the child to attack her with magic and she wouldn't be fast enough to stop them with physical force.

Unable to do anything she could only watch as Dogaressa's hands with the sharp talons reached Frisk.


The nice lady moved really fast.

Faster then you could blink her hands darted to your sides and then…
And then she snatched the cookie jar away from you!

Holding the jar with one hand and ruffling your hair with the other she repeated again, "You smell like," but continued this time, "a sweet little puppy that should already be sleeping."

Already? Feeling a bit disappointed on this sudden end of the evening (and the loose of the cookies) you looked at Toriel for confirmation.

She didn't look directly at you but nodded once confirming the request of the nice lady.

Sensing Toriel's tension you hurried to grab your nightdress and toothbrush from the backpack and left for the bathroom to change for the night.


Taking another sip of tea Toriel relaxed a bit as the child left the room.

That was close.
Too close. How could she not identify them as human?

Fetching herself a cookie form the jar Dogressa spoke again, "I hate it to lie but I didn't wanted to disappoint them."

On a questioning glance she explained while playing with the cookie, "Please don't tell them but I cant smell at all."

What a relief! Feeling guilty on that thought she asked quietly, "I'm sorry to hear that. How did it happen?"

It seemed not the first time she told this story but although it was sure a severe trauma for a canine guard member to loose a main sense her voice was not much different then before.

"I got hit onto the snout during a mission hurt like hell," she looked at the mauled tough gloves, "But at least we got the bad guy."

Seeing pity flare up for a moment in Toriel's eyes she tried to play it down, "The funny part is that I didn't noticed it until I tried to cook." Remembering a short smile wandered over her face, "If it wasn't for Dogamy I would've burned down the house that day."

Gallows humor underlined her voice, "But at least I didn't had to smell the stench afterwards."

Not knowing what to say Toriel just nodded.

Dogaressa's cell phone broke the sudden uncomfortable silence.

Taking a short look on the display Dogaressa stated ironically, "If you speak of the Devil."
Placing the cookie jar onto the small table she stood up, "Please excuse me for a moment."


Your hands moved up and down blocking different paths of the bright light emitting from the lamp on the nightstand behind you projecting different kinds of shapes onto the opposite wall.

Dogs were replaced by spiders followed by simple geometric forms and other random things that crossed your mind.

After some practice you were even able to let Toriel's smiling face appear on the wall.

Hearing the real Toriel entering the guestroom your hands quickly moved down erasing the shadow face.

Stepping closer she waved one of the small vials. "Time for your medicine little one."

Remembering the awful taste you tried to stall, "Bedtime story?"

She paused for a moment looking at your pleading face and surrendered, "Ok one story."

Taking the vial with her she left to fetch the storybook.


Toriel was placing the book back into the backpack when Dogressa returned from the phone call.

Seeing that she was a bit irritated Toriel asked, "Did something happen?"

Letting herself fall into the armchair she retorted unnerved, "Nothing just my husband it seems he found at least one bar in the ruins."

Sitting down onto the couch Toriel inquired further, "What let you think that?"

"Oh it was not easy he sounded sober in the beginning", she let out a angry snort, "but when he said I should keep watch for a 'Large blue dragon' it was really obvious that he enjoyed at least one glass to much."

Shaking her head she replied to the canine guard, "Believe my I know that kind of story."

"Yeah? And what did your husband do?"

"On time he tried to clean the house."

Tilting her head the canine shoot the tall goat monster a questioning look.

Voice serious Toriel continued, "He used a garden hose."

Snorts of laughter escaped the white dog snout, "Really?"

Holding back her own laughter she told the rest, "Yes and then he tried to dry everything with fire magic!"

Both of them exploded into fits of laughter.

Calming a bit Dogaressa retorted, "I've a similar story but my husband tried to do the laundry using the oven for quicker drying. Not one string of clothing survived!"

"Oh dear that reminds me of this one time when he tried to surprise me with breakfast in bed."

"Spill!"


Half awake you waited for Toriel to return.

The lamp was already dimmed to a soft glow making it difficult not to fall asleep.

After a while your mind started to wander.

Remembering the last dream you got curious.

Could I see the rest of it?
Following this thought you pictured the last moments of the dream in your mind.

As I was laying on the cold ground of the cave someone was coming closer to me.
Your breath steadied.

The small goat thing stood in front of me with a worried expression.
The twilight behind your eyelids seemed to fade.

My right arm did really hurt.
Muscles relaxed letting the plushie slip out of your grip.

I was wearing a green sweater with yellow stripes.
Only a faint glimmer of light was left and the feeling of the mattress supporting you started to vanish.

Random thoughts surfaced your mind trying to get your attention.

The sweet taste of the cookies watered your mouth.
And I wore brown trousers.
Drifting through a dark empty space you felt a soft force pulling you downwards.

The nice lady bending down to you curved your lips into a smile.
Except for the buttercups the cave looked exactly like the one where I met Flowey.
A faint wave of irritation coming from the darkness below flowed over you as the force pulling you down increased.

I could see that the color of my hair was brown as well when I sat up in the dream.
The image of the ill-treated tough gloves nailed onto the wall sent cold shivers through your body and slowed your descent.

My skin was a bit paler in the dream.
The image of the ill-treated tough gloves nailed onto the wall speeded your breath and you felt as would something turn you upside down.

Th-there was a trail of dirt marking where I rolled down the slope.
The image of the ill-treated tough gloves nailed onto the wall filled you with dread and your sense of direction vanished.

Panic started to crawl up your back as you flailed your arms around trying to get a hold in the darkness unable to determine if you were still falling or standing still.

The image of the ill-treated tough gloves nailed onto the wall jumped at you filling your entire vision cutting you of from the darkness.


A thick layer of snow crunched under your boots as you continued your way through the forest.

Snowflakes danced around you probing every part of your clothing looking for a gap to bite in unprotected skin but collided harmlessly with your heavy jacket or trousers only the upper part of your face was defenseless as the manly bandanna was only protecting the lower half.

Raising your right hand you wiped the snow away from your eyes.

Due to the cold induced numbness of your skin the touch of the gray tough glove was nearly impalpable but the sight of 'your' hand irritated you.

The tough glove…

Mind still on the verge of sleep you pursued this thought.

I've seen it before…

A noise cut through your thoughts and the sound of crunching snow under your feet.

Adrenaline rushed through your body as you stopped dead in your tracks looking for the source of the howl.

As you looked left and right the howling was answered by multiple howls deeper in the forest forming a semicircle around your position.

Stretching your fingers you took a safe stand and waited.

The tiny part of your brain that had survived aeons of evolution screamed at you that you should run for dear life as the next howls were even closer but your dream body didn't move.

Shadows stalked from tree to tree closing the circle around you.

Even when your mind was crippled by fear your body stood firm and your voice didn't shake as you spoke, "Come on you cowards! What are you waiting for?"

Growls of anger answered you as black coated figures emerged from the shadows around you every one armed with a sword or axe.

One of them took a step closer to you and demanded still growling in anger, "Human you will surrender now! Lay down any weapon and follow us!"

Faking consideration you asked, "Why should I?"

The dog snout of the dark figure curled up into a smile exposing sharp teeth, "Because we've the allowance to use deadly force if you resist."

Shifting your weight into the direction of your opponent you replied, "Hhm let me think of it..."

Taking another step the dark coated figure demanded again, "Surrender Human!"
"There are nine of us and one of you and we are trained royal guard members not a innoce-"

No.

Although you could feel how the muscles moved and the snow got crushed under your boots you couldn't prevent your right fist from connecting with the snout of the guard member in a fast upper cut.

"Take that as my answer!"

Jumping over the fallen 'monster' you lunged for the nex-
A sharp pain flared up in your upper body and your head slammed against your chest as something stopped you midair.

Between wisps of red hair you could see the blade of the guard sword impaling you dripping with red blood preventing your limb body from falling.

Everything faded to darkness.


Seeing the familiar dark room with a glowing heart and the shadowy figure at its center comforted you although the feeling of cold steal cutting through your skin was still present in your mind.

It was just a dream. Holding onto this thought softened the panic a bit but was not able to banish it completely.

Moving closer to the motionless orange heart you waited for the dream to end either when the heart shattered or the shadowy figure threw you out.

Stopping in arms reach of the heart and the figure you waited for a reaction.

Nothing happened so you tried to talk, "Hello?" No sound was audible but a slight wave of polite anticipation filled the silence.

Both of them ignored you.

Perhaps I need to speak louder.

Bright orange light emitted from the heart before you could start a second attempt.

Flinching back in surprise you saw the hands of the figure clenching into fists while it emitted small waves of cold anger.

The light formed into a glowing rectangle that filled itself with detail after detail until it represented an exact copy of the forest before the fight.

One strong wave emitted from the heart vibrated through the air and every cell of your body before it slammed into the lifelike picture.

DETERMINATION

Then the heart started beating again.


Feeling the snow crunching under your feet the wind pushing against you and the howling echoing again through the forest curled your lips into a smirk, "Ding-Ding round two!"

This time you didn't even waited for the guard to speak before you hit him.

Jumping over the fallen 'monster' you lunged for the next dark coated figure evaded a fast stab of his sword and dealt two fast punches against his chest sending him to the ground as well.

Then your left arm exploded in pain.

Dragging the lifeless limb with you the fast blow of an axe stopped your evasive maneuver showering the snow in a crimson fountain.


Waves of stoic determination and the urge to prove oneself in battle emitted from the heart and you could only watch as the dream repeated itself.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Although the first stab with the sword faded slowly away every repeat left you with more similar phantom pain.

The heart seemed to be affected as well but continued to repeat the dream again and again as it wouldn't matter.

For you it was pure torture watching helplessly the dream body being killed over and over while you could only scream in your mind unable to flee or to wake up as the hits of swords and axes filled your mind with blinding pain.


Pouring in another cup of tea Dogressa continued, "...so that were basically all parenting advices you get to hear if you just consider getting a child in front of your family."

It was long after midnight and tiredness started to slow her thoughts but Toriel was still able to follow the conversation and reflect about what she just heard.

"To be honest not all of them are bad but some are simply plain wrong."

Shrugging the canine agreed, "If you say so you are the expert on this matter." She gestured into the direction of the guest room, "I mean look at Frisk she is a bit shy but well-educated. I hope when I've kids they will be at least half as nice as her."

Grabbing her tea cup Toriel replied smiling a little, "Thank you for the compliment but that is not really a consequence of my good parenting. She was already a good kid when I found her."

Lifting the cup her sleeve dragged something over the edge of the small table where it fell to the ground.

The characteristic "Clung" sound of glass hitting the floor attracted the attention of both monsters as their gazes darted to the ground.


"Seven done two to go!" Flexing your fingers you paced over to the last two standing guards.

On this repeat your body was mostly unharmed except from small bruises and hurting fingers due to multiple impacts on different guards.

Feeling the orange heart besides you beating in anticipation of near victory your whole mind body was still echoing with phantom pain of former repeats letting you flinch in fear on the slightest hint of a hit.

The remaining members of the royal guard awaited you in silence both had placed the end of their two-handed axes onto the ground.

Coming closer your gaze jumped between them searching for the weaker target, same size, same weapon, same coated body shape… green painted nails!

Dashing forward to the left you could see how the right guard wielded its weapon to attack the spot where you would stand if you were to attack the left one.

If.

"To slow!" Smirking your body weight shifted onto the right side changing the angle of attack passing the moving axe on its way to the wrong spot.

Seeing your reflection in the axe head missing you by mere centimeters pushed another dose of adrenaline through your veins slowing down your surroundings giving you time to take in all the small details.

Gaze following the axe handle wandering over the green painted nails focusing on the shadows under the hood.

Leaning into the bend you lunged at the right guard knowing that she wouldn't be fast enough to pull the axe back in time to defend herself.


Bending down Dogaressa's hand came back from the floor with a small glass cylinder.
Looking closer she read the small label attached to its surface, "Spiritus medicina. Do you know what this is?"


Something moved in the corner of your eye.

Ramming your feet in reflex into the ground stopped you just in time to see the axe head of the left guard cutting through the air in front of your face.

A moment passed with you simply staring blankly at your reflection in the mirroring surface of the weapon. It looked a bit paler after this sudden near-death experience letting your freckles and red hair shine even brighter.

The weapon moved back up and the reflection in front of you was replaced with a white dog snout under a black hood dashing into your direction.

Widening your eyes in surprise you retracted gaze focused on the following guard evading two fast slashes of the two-handed axe. Ducking under a third strike you advanced again only for the second guard to close the gap between you and wield his weapon against you forcing you to dodge or die.

Keeping always close protecting each others back they kept the pressure up driving you backwards as they advanced compelling you to burn your stamina rather quick as you evaded slash after slash from the axes each one closer to you then the last one.


Taking the vial Toriel explained slightly irritated, "That is one of the medicine doses I prepared for Frisk but I don't know why it is laying on the table..."

She trailed of as she remembered the child asking for a bedtime story.

How she got back to fetch the story book and deposited the vial planning to administer the medicine later.

Later when she got distracted by Dogaressa forgetting about the medicine still sitting on the table.

Standing up she excused herself, "I've to look for Frisk. I'll be right back."

Clenching her fist around the overdue medicine she left for the guestroom.


Moving at high speed your quick reflexes postponed the inevitable until your foot slipped on the trampled wet snow letting your exhausted body topple over backwards.

Not giving you time to react or get back up a shadow appeared over you thrusting something down onto your neck.

It didn't kill you.

Surprised that you were still alive you looked up straight into the face of a female guard returning your gaze while holding you down with the edgeless curvature of the axe head.

Forgetting the phantom pain still hunting your mind you needed some time to understand the image your eyes were sending you.

The nice lady?

Question over question arose in your mind.

What is she doing in my dream?

Ignoring your irritation the dream body grabbed the axe trying to free himself by tripping the nice lady or moving the weapon away.

Still returning your gaze from cold blue eyes the 'monster' asked it's partner, "What do you think about this?"

A husky voice answered containing the same ice as the stare of the nice lady, "When I consider what they have done," traces of fury underlined the voice, "Then I would think they died resisting the arrest."

Disbelief paralyzed your mind providing you with a thin shield against the panic that would be shattered in the next second.

The nice lady didn't answer her partner neither showed her face a real emotion as she lowered the axe head a bit more sealing your throat with her body weight.

A wave of blind panic similar to your own emitted from the heart when the next impulse to breath only produced the tearing pain of air deprived lungs.

Feeling the urge to breath the dream body curved up in panic doing nothing more than burning the remaining bits of precious oxygen still circulating through it's blood stream.

No sound escaped your trembling lips as your arms flailed around unable to reach the nice lady suffocating you slowly with the axe.

Unable to control the dream body or to wake up you cried for help in your mind as panic and pain raised a new level surpassing the death dream with ease.

But nobody came.

The panic was a constant factor in your mind. Even when tiredness numbed your struggling body and red dots danced in your vision the panic was always present torturing you like a sharp thorn.

Not able to formulate a coherent though you cried again reaching out for the shadowy figure.

It ignored you.

Darkness raised from the corners of your eyes consuming slowly your entire vision until only the blue eyes above were still visible. Then the forest and the feeling of the dream body vanished leaving you in the dark room with the now motionless heart.


Entering the guestroom on the verge of panic she was relieved to find them still breathing.

Turning up the lamp on the nightstand she checked them with a fast gaze.

Breath and temperature are normal. They kicked back the blanket but that was probably just in reflex to cool down.

Calmed by the peacefully sleeping child she reached out to wake them.


Whatever life experience or training enabled the orange heart to deal so easy with the attacks of the other guards failed completely when it came to being suffocated but its resistance was still higher than yours enabling it to continue the nightmare.

Being unable to do anything else then scream in your mind you could only watch as the heart tried different approaches to defeat the two remaining guards.

The first try was simple taunting it had worked with the other guards so the heart tried to catch them with their pride.

"Hey dog pan how does it feel to be so dependent on your bitch?"

"I bet she even has to change your diapers for you!"

"Or is your bitch better in house training then fighting?"

They ignored every impertinence until frustration let you take one step to much into their direction.

Two white hands darted at your throat scratched over your neck and then the flow of air in your body was interrupted once again.


Seeing the child laying there sound asleep she paused.

They were really exhausted yesterday.

Perhaps it will be better to let them the full night to recover?

Doubtfully she pulled her hand back and checked the time on her cell phone.


The next approach were feints lots of feints.

It looked good every time when you jumped for a opening in their defense after you misled them with a fast change of direction. But regardless how good you were they were better.

Turning around in the last possible moment or the other one appearing out of nowhere they defeated you every single time, ending the fight with a fast hit from a axe if you were lucky.

If you were unlucky they would drop the axe and catch you with bare hands pressing the life out of you while your mind was screaming in agony.


Hearing how the child moved in a short series of unsettled movements probably trying to find a better sleeping position convinced her to let them rest until dawn.

It is already past midnight it wont make any big difference when they take the medicine with the breakfast.

Bending down she picked the plushie from the ground and placed it back into their arm. Pulling the blanket back over their chest with one hand and dimming the light down with the other she tucked them back in before she left the room to continue the chat with Dogaressa.


After a while terror and exhaustion pushed you to the point where you were just existing without thinking or screaming at all while the horrible loop repeated itself. Only the faint promise of waking up kept you in the realm of sanity as hit over hit covered your mind with pain.

Even the heart was not immune to this endlessly continuing nightmare as the force vitalizing the life-like pictures from the heart changed with each dead. Slowly but unmissable the determination was replaced by fear and desperation, stretching the time between the force hitting the image and the next repeat from immediate to multiple seconds.

Suddenly a wave of wild hope pulled you out of your mindless state bringing your focus back to the forest in front of your dream eyes. The lady had stumbled over a root and was now closer to you then she had expected to be.

The second guard would not be able to reach her in time!

Filled with new energy the dream body lunged forward its fist passing the in reflex spread arms of the lady with ease. Your knuckles hitting her snout produced a audible crack similar to that one from your arm in the other dream.

Red droplets falling out of her nostrils she was already unconscious when she hit the ground.

"DOGARESSA!" Letting go of the axe slowing him down the second guard stormed at you eyes glowing with hatred fury.

The wave of hope increased and was now underlined with scorn as the heart prepared to greet the furious canine with another bone shattering hit knowing that his mindless attack was inferior to its close-combat skills.

Snow was thrown into the air as the guard closed in onto you blinded with rage ready to avenge the lady unaware of your right arm ready to strike.

Lips curling up into a smirk the impuls to thrust the fist forward surged through your nerves into the muscles.

Cramps paralyzed your arm blocking the muscles allowing the guard to hit you like a wrecking ball throwing you to the ground.

Dread and panic flooded back into your mind only partly from the heart as your dream eyes widened in fear.

Spitting with rage the guard threw himself at you trapping your legs under his weight hitting you with fists and talons. The talons were to short to cause severe damage but sharp enough to slice your clothing and skin engulfing the nerves in fire that were not numbed by the strong hits of his fists.

Unable to flee panicking you managed to overcome the cramps in your arm and deal some weak blows.

Ascribing your defense not more importance than a fly he closed his jaws around your fist in a casually movement lighting up a whole new wold of pain in your mind.

Screams of pure agony echoed from the impassive trees as the delicate bones in your hand shattered and sharp fangs pierced through the gray though glove tearing the skin apart cutting muscles and nerves alike while the furious canine proceeded to end your life with bare hands.

Screaming in your mind as well every sense blinded by agonizing pain the cracking sound of the orange heart giving way to pain panic and desperation was the last thing you heard before waking up.


Toriel helped Dogaressa preparing the breakfast when the first cry broke the peaceful silence of the new day. High and full of childish horror vibrated the sound in her ears overlying ever other though not concerning her child.

Dropping the plate from her hand onto the ground she was halfway through the living room when they cried a second time still sounding like something was skinning them alive.

Not fully awake Frisk's eyes darted unseeing through the guestroom as their kicking legs and wildly flailing arms hit the bed around them in fast panicked motions trying to fight whatever had threatened them in their dream while more of the loud horrified crys escaped their mouth.

Ignoring the more irritating then hurting hits form their feet and hands Toriel held them down while she tried to soothe them, "Child calm down. It was just a nightmare."

Their body curved up in sheer panic as her hand pressed against their chest and the limbs doubled their effort to shake her of.

I must calm them. Or they will hurt themselve.

Her voice was still soft but had now the edge of authority as she grabbed their shaking head with her free hand forcing them to look up, "Frisk! Look at me!"

Panic was still clouding their eyes but the unfocused gaze followed her command and met her purple eyes.

"I'm here. It is ok." Releasing their head from her grip she started to stroke over the tousled brown hair. "It is ok."

Their eyes focused and the flailing was replaced by shivers shaking the little body.

"Everything will be alright." Not breaking the eye contact she pulled her hand back from their chest. "I'm here Frisk. It is ok."

Tears welled up in their eyes and faint sobs left their trembling lips but they didn't panic again.

It wasn't easy without looking but her fumbling hand managed to turn up the light banishing the shadows into the far corners of the room. "I know you are frightened but it was just a bad dream. It can't hurt you."

She couldn't say what scared them but their gaze flickered to the open door after she finished her last sentence. Eyes widening in new horror they moved to the far side of the bed as their sobbing increased.


Picking you up Toriel turned her head a bit to address the lady standing in the doorframe, "They had a nightmare." Feeling your cold sweat soaking into her fur she added, "Could you please prepare a bath for them while I sooth them?"

Nodding in agreement the lady gave you a encouraging smile before she left.

Seeing the light dancing in a white shimmer over the sharp fangs sent a wave of phantom pain stitches through your body that forced the air in your lungs into broken sobs as your breath speeded up in a new surge of panic.

Humming a lullaby Toriel tried her best to calm you with soft strokes over you head burrowed into her dress while she rocked you back and forth.