Chapter 27:
Opening Doors
The rest of the day went without another strange occurrence. We watched anime, and talked about how the two women were together, and of course about Arial. At one point they bugged me about the "date" and when Sans and I might hook up. I left out details about the deal Sans and I had made at the end of that night, the one about sharing a bed, and then headed out back home.
On the way back I took the long route. I wanted to familiarize the lay of the land once again and see if I ran across any old friends. The landscape was a peaceful one, through the edge of Hotlands and into Waterfall, but I felt a bit on edge. What had happened back there? Why had I snapped like that and got so in tune with that evil character?
A chill ran down my spine and I spun on my heel, feeling eyes on my back. No one was in sight. I must have been imagining things. No one hung out at this area of Waterfall anyway. It was often just cold enough here that it was uncomfortable, and often too wet and rainy for a good time. Yet, I could feel a presence.
I decided then that I had to pick up my pace. I didn't want to run across anything, or anyone, that would cause me trouble. My thoughts went to Flowey. Was he still around and following me? Or could it be someone else? I didn't want to know yet. I was just getting out of my bad times, I didn't want more.
As I came to pass through one of the narrowest parts of this area, I stumbled upon a new site. A door. It wasn't something that was here before, I was sure of it. It was tall, thin, and grey. It almost blended into the wall. The handle was on the right of it, small and hard to grasp from the due that accumulated there.
Out of curiousness I twisted the handle, just checking to see if it was locked. With a soft click the door cracked open. All that was inside was darkness and unease. I didn't dare open it further. Right away I closed it back again. I wasn't meant to open that door.
With that being the final straw, I took off in a brisk walk-run out of there. I'd come back to explore another day, hopefully with a friend. By myself, it was a bit too much for me to handle. Maybe Sans could help shed light on the dark behind that thing.
Once in Snowdin I slowed enough to wave to other monsters and avoid ice patches. Soon I was greeted with the door to Home and I slipped back inside its warmth. Finally I could ease my muscles and smell the pie and pasta.
I took a nice deep breath and inhaled the scent of not food, but baby powder. What seemed like a cloud of white dust was what filled my lungs and nose. It was terribly strong for something supposed to be light and fresh. What could have gone wrong?
