Two Worlds, Two Souls
Chapter 69: Who's the Real Monster?
Angel's Point of View:
"Wher! There you are! Good morning!"
I yanked the young man inside my home while Papyrus and Sans had already left for work. We were in the mid fall time frame, a few months later from where I'd hired Wher as my assistant and our dealing with Mettaton. We hadn't seen her in the entire time frame since then, which was a blessing as well as helped tremendously with Wher's attitude on life.
In the last few months, he really came out of his shell from where he was when I met him. Wher was down on his luck, resorting to smoking to keep himself from losing his mind and wasn't being offered any chances to learn and grow. Since becoming my assistant, he really shined.
Every morning he showed up bright and early with a cup of coffee and tea for himself and me. And maybe a treat for Frisk if she had been good the day. He always was prepared with a report of all our clients that we worked with and past clients and how they loved their pieces.
I also had found out in the time that I'd met him that Wher was someone who knew perseverance magic. He could cast his magic over my work to keep them protected and safe for many years. Just like Sans and Papyrus' mother did for the items in their home. It was something I certainly had to pay Wher a bit more for since it was an extra service he could do.
He was eager and happy for the pay raise for the work he was doing for me.
"No problem, Angel."
He stepped in the door with his work bag over his shoulder with the laptop I'd bought him for work. In his hands were the drinks he brought every morning. I could always drink tea at any time, so I never minded another cup. I found it kept me focused when I sent Wher to work or deliveries.
"Were you able to get any more paintings done?"
"Yes," with a sip of my tea, I pulled out the pieces for Wher to look at. "So, I have these three done since they were smaller paintings. The clients you said paid for them to have the enchantment included right?"
"Yeah, they paid in full and paid for that feature." Wher looked over the beautiful landscapes of the world above that the folks of the underground loved to see. "Those are amazing, Angel... it's crazy to see these pictures from the world above."
With a quick hand to his shoulder, I tried to show him comfort. He actually loved to be touched like Frisk did. He really did act like a cat when he near melted into my touch. "Maybe we can get you up there one day?"
"I think I'd really like that."
"But anyway, we need to get started on work." Pulling out the painting I was working on the day before, I returned to working on the fluffy looking rosebush garden.
Wher needed to coat them in his magic to protect them from any damage or ruin for as long as he could before delivering them to clients. To have a good lasting magic that would protect them for a long time, he needed to concentrate for half an hour at the least. Sometimes closer to an hour depending on the size of the pieces. The three he had to deliver today would take him an hour and a half to complete and that would give me more time to complete more of my artwork.
Frisk was still sleeping at that point. She had been up late talking with MK and Maria who were going to come by and gather her that morning to play at the playground. Poor Milly couldn't go since she got sick, and Robert offered to watch her while they were gone. Will was gone off with his friends as far as Maria was aware.
It was just as I was finishing adding some extra detailing to the roses that a ding went off on my phone. I carefully looked at it and Maria sent me a text.
We're here.
I carefully set down my tools as to not disturb Wher who worked diligently at the coffee table beside me. Infusing his magic into items took incredible amounts of concertation, so he needed it as quiet as possible. Trying to say silent, I moved away from my spot where I painted and moved to the front door to let the bear and her lizard son in.
The wind was dead that morning, no breeze hit me as I allowed their two bodies to slip inside. MK looked up at me with a bright smile while Maria slipped inside.
"We won't disturb you for long, just here to gather Frisk." Maria smirked. "She must not be up yet?"
"No, I'll go get her."
Allowing Maria and MK to stand by the fire to warm themselves up, I hurried up the stairs to fetch my sister. Stepping softly though as to not disturb Wher, I opened our bedroom door to see Frisk just starting to wake and grabbing her phone to see the time.
Her eyes bulged out of her sockets when she saw the time.
"Shit!"
She flew from the bed to grab her clothes and get dressed. She was dressed in under five seconds and off to brush her teeth. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her behavior before she flew down the stairs, not being as mindful of Wher who worked just below. The cat man powered through it as she rushed to the door and he kept up his work.
"I'll take the kids to Grillby's for breakfast," Maria commented as she gathered both of the teens at the door. "I'll have her back after dinner tonight."
"Perfect." I quickly reached for my wallet to hand her some gold. "Here, for Frisk's food."
"Oh, don't worry about that." Maria waved me off. "If you're up for taking the kids for dinner or a meal this weekend, then we'll call it good."
"Alright, alright." Hugging my sister quickly, I shoved her out the door. "Have fun, don't do anything stupid. Love you."
"Love ya, Sis!"
"Hopefully we can talk of the Snowdin Fair when I return." Maria mentioned before she walked out the door with the two recently turned teens. "This year we'd love to have you with a team and baking much sooner so you can get more time at the fair to sell your paintings or work."
"I think I'd love that."
With a wave to Maria and the kids, I closed the door and headed back inside. Wher was still hard at work while soft music played in the background and I got back into a painting mood.
Third Person Point of View:
The household of Robert was silent as he worked around the home for his wife while his daughter was unwell. The little bear on the second floor had come down with the flu and could hardly stand to move most of the time. Robert sighed as he stood at the stove, quickly making some soft broth for his daughter to drink along with some crackers to much on if she felt up to it.
Granted, she hadn't in the last forty-eight hours, so he doubted it.
Up on the second floor, little Milly laid in her bed with a painful ache in her body. Everything felt terrible, and she was thankful for the bucket her father had placed beside her bed only a few hours ago with a new bag. She couldn't keep anything down, even the medicine that was supposed to help. She was currently waiting on him and his next attempt to help her get down the medicine of any kind to help her fight off whatever she had.
A light squeaking to the floor boards caught Milly off guard as she laid in bed. Normally she would have ignored the noises. Her house was really old. Like… really old. Her grandparents lived it in before her mother moved in when she married her father. The house had old wood that liked to squeak every now and then. Milly had often imagined it was her grandmother playing a game with her. She liked to do that often when she was alive when Milly was very little.
The eight-year-old bear ignored the sounds of the boards and tried to go back to sleep until she felt something else working in her body, and not in a present way. She flew from bed and only made it to the bathroom in time she had an episode that her father would have to clean up.
It was half an hour of Milly having no will to move from the bathroom. Once she had finished her business, the cold tile floor of the bathroom felt incredibly nice against her fur. The cold seeped through the thick hair on her and it zapped what little bit of her will was there. She laid there for seemingly hours, when in reality it was only perhaps half an hour. She attempted to move when the floor was no longer cold and she wasn't comfortable.
Slipping back out into the hallway, Milly heard the squeaking of the boards again. It was louder that time, as if someone was… just around the corner. She turned to look, but she couldn't see. Her vison wasn't the best at the moment, muffled by tears that sat in her vision from feeling so miserable. The only thing she noticed was some brown and white shapes and coloring. Was it her father bringing her some more food?
"Daddy?"
No one responded.
But Milly could see something in her vision moving. She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes long enough to see a lone figure there in the doorway. Hidden by shadows, she only could make out the colors of brown and white, and that it was a figure. They had on a mask of brown coloring. It looked like a mask that Will had made when he was younger.
But Will hated to use it or move it, it was one of the few things he really liked.
"Will? Are you home?"
The figure didn't respond.
Milly wasn't quite sure how to respond to the situation just yet until something gleamed at her. The brightness of it stunned her long enough that she couldn't tell what it was. Milly held a hand to try and shield her eyes before she was at just the right angle to see what it was.
And didn't she wish she hadn't.
A knife sat in the palm of the random person in her home. It was long and sharp. She was too weak and tired to notice any details about it, but once she saw the item, she felt dread fall into the pit of her stomach and she froze in utter terror.
Was that person going to hurt her?
And then, they moved.
The person came in closer the weapon twirled in their fingers, surprisingly well. Milly backed away from them slowly, it was the only thing she could do at the moment. She'd lost her voice the second the weapon came into her vision. She still couldn't see the figure well. She could just make out the shapes and figures. Her tears kept flooding as fear overtook her. She didn't know what to do.
Her little bottom landed on the wooden floor, the sound echoing in the entire house. "DADDY!"
Robert heard the thud and the cry of his daughter. With worry in the pit of his stomach, he hurried up the stairs after her cry. He didn't take that long, any parent would rush in after such a cry from their child. To top it all off, Milly was sick. Of course the old bastard of a bear was worried for her.
But nothing could save him from the sight he saw at the top of the stairs.
Robert had moments to see someone there besides his daughter in the house, clad in white clothing and a brown mask Will had made a couple years ago in art class. In their hands was a serrated kitchen knife that was sunken into the chest of his daughter, her blood pooled below her.
He had seconds to see the fear in her caramel-colored eyes before her body dissipated and she turned to dust, dead.
Robert had seconds to comprehend what had just happened.
The fear in his body turned quickly to rage. Robert roared out louder than he ever had before. Perhaps a neighbor would hear? He doubted it, he screamed and yelled all the time, no one could tell if it was an emergency or if it was just him blowing off steam.
"MILLY!" Claws extended from his hands; Robert lunged at the attacker.
The attacker stepped back quickly, yanking the blade from where it had just been in the ash remains of Milly. In such close confines, both enemy and father refused or attempted not to use magic. Robert swung with his claws. His hands couldn't make contact with the attacker, only the walls around him that left deep gorges in the wood.
If Maria ever forgave him for letting their daughter be killed, she probably wouldn't be too big a fan of the damages…
Robert struggled. He swung like his life depended on it, and his honor. The attacker weaved around him easily, bending under or jumping above where his claws would swing. Robert couldn't land a hit, and it was infuriating the older bear that he couldn't get justice for his daughter.
Robert cried out in pain; the attacker had managed to get a hit on him. A shallow cut just to the bend of his elbow. The hit had yet to slow Robert down though as he took another swipe. He actually managed to get a hit in on his attacker. A slash to their right shoulder that bled profusely.
That's when the attacker got serious.
Before Robert could comprehend what was happening, ice jutted out of the floorboards and into his body. Robert cried out as he was held in place to the wall by the ice like spears that pierced him in three places, his shoulder, his hips and his abdomen.
Shit, he wasn't making it out of that…
The attacker watched with a slight hesitance to them. Robert stared as they held their head in pain, hurling it side to side as they stabbed the knife into the drywall. With baited breath, Robert watched as the other in the house seemed not mentally sound.
With precious seconds, Robert used the weight of his arm to smash the ice away, keeping some pieces lodged in his body to prevent bleeding out before he fell and stuttered on his feet. He'd already lost some blood and the cold was getting to him. But he pressed on with his rage.
He hurled himself forward and knocked his attacker to the ground. The mask flew off their face and Robert stared at the younger monster below him.
He was too stunned to even speak.
"Wha-"
But that was all that Robert could get out.
The attacker came to then and summoned ice to stab through Robert's head. The bear's body convulsed before it slumped and to ashes he faded to, becoming a massive pile of soot in the center of the hallway, only a few feet from his daughter's.
The attacker stood up and brushed away the dust, at least from their clothes. They retrieved their mask and placed it back on before going through the house to look for bandages in first aid supplies.
"Now we can be together forever…"
Witch's Note:
Oh boy… was anyone expecting this! This was the very reason that myself and Mystic Girl have been over the moon excited for this chapter since… honestly, since we first introduced Robert. For those of you in the KillTheBearClub, I know this has been a long time coming, but at what cost? Poor Milly was lost as well, and perhaps this was one of the few moments where we saw Robert earning a tad of redemption before dying.
Mystic Girl: How the fuck could you do that?! (She jumps down from the ceiling in order to attempt to strangle me after finishing that chapter) She's just a little kid that's barely ten years old! How could you do such a thing?! You're the real monster here, not- !
Me: (Breaks free from her hold and covers her mouth.) Nah uh ah! We've just begun this arc! No telling Mystic!
Mystic Girl: I HATE you for what you did to Milly, but I've been waiting for the bear to finally die FOREVER! THE BEAR IS DEAD! YES! But I still hate you!
Me: Dully noted. Deal with it.
Anyway, review time!:
Dasansi: Hell no! No redemption arc for Mettaton! I can promise you that. And there's no reason to feel bad about not being a part of the KillTheBearClub. Myself and one of our older reviewers who has been absent for a while are apart of the opposing group: R.A.W.C., also known as "Reformable Antagonist Wellfare Corps". There was a big battle a long time ago for the bear's life. If you'd like, you can join that group with me, or you can stay neutral. No one can blame you for that. And as for the future arcs… I'm gonna stay quiet now since I don't want to spoil anything. And of course its okay to call us HW or MG! Or you can just say one part of our name. Like Mystic Girl so often calls me "Witch" or "Halloween" depending on her mood. And I'll do the same thing with her, calling her "
"Mystic".
RoseCentury: WHAT?! Forbidden from using the kitchen? Lady, you have some serious patience because I would have sawed off someone's appendage by now if they did that to me. I'm a foodie in real life, you DON'T take away my food.
Plus, you want pie. You have to tell me your favorite!
Thechaosmaster: No worries Chaos! Its good to see you have a passion for it! I've been writing since I was twelve. And man did I suck when I first started. But I've come a long way, but still have so much more I could improve on. And oh boy, that's a long chapter… can't wait to read it!
Oh I can't wait for you to see the interaction with her meeting Asgore as a human rather then as her monster counterpart 'Ravie the skeleton'. Its still a bit off, but not too far away.
But I can say you'll get some little sneak peak tasty bits here and there! Enjoy!
Commander: Glad you enjoyed our answers! Mystic Girl and I had to think about them awful hard in between when you asked the question. I'm glad you enjoyed our vision on them!
But you gave us some questions to answer. Mystic? You wanna go first?
Mystic Girl: Hell yeah I will! (She bounds forward to stand before you as she answers the questions you gave her.) Three things I hate about the bear: I hate him because of how he treated Papyrus, I hate him because he is self-centered and arrogant. He's mean, even if he doesn't mean to be, he is and I don't like him for it. He had no right to treat Papyrus like he did. As for what I'd do to him, simple. Slice dice, good-bye.
(As if my best friend dropped the microphone, she stepped backward to go back to her alter of worshiping the death of Robert. Giggling in glee, I wondered if she was summoning him from the world of the dead just to see it happen all over again…)
Me: Okay then… well as for me, you asked me to name some of the good qualities the bear has. Before Robert passed, he had a few good strikes on his back. First of all, defending Angel from Vinnie when he was nearly ready to take them in when first introduced. He also was a part of that dog pile after Undyne chased the girls nearly across the entire underground while Angel recovered. And finally, before his untimely passing, you can see him as a loving father figure caring for his little girl who got sick and attempting to either save or avenge her after death.
MysticBoywastaken: (Both Mystic Girl and I look between each other with raised eye brows.) I didn't catch much out of that. Can you translate? You're good at translating crazy.
Mystic Girl: (She smacks me quickly on the arm.) You bitch! I don't get it either!
Me: But in all seriousness, nothing M rated is going to happen so openly. Sans and Angel will still have their moments, but I'll be torturing you with the slow burn of their relationship a bit longer, friend.
TheSquoxQueen: Don't you even worry about it! Getting better comes first over dealing with our insanity! But glad to have you back! And what's this I hear? Your own OC? Ooo! I must hear about them? Willing to give out details?
Oh god what a week! Oh, but don't you people settle down yet! We're not done with this shit show yet! Oh no! There's plenty more where this came from! Any guesses on who the murderer is? Which arc do you guys thing this one is? The only thing I'll tell you, is that this is the long one! Its gonna run from now until chapter eighty-one!
Mystic Girl: I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW!
Love you all and thank you so much for your support! We may be able to hit three-hundred reviews before this story ends! Wouldn't that be exciting?
Halloween Witch
