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figures glitched, switching rapidly.
A man with shaggy brown hair and a whiskered chin, and dirty clothes.
A woman with auburn hair that hung past her shoulders and a flowy baby blue dress.
A horde of angered people.
A man with auburn hair, mischievous eyes and all too nice clothes.
He held a knife.
The brown haired man was stabbed but not dead.
The woman running from the auburn haired man.
Her falling down a never ending hole, and landing in a bed of flowers.
A deformed face, oozing with black blood, a twisted smile.
Chilling incomprehensible words spilling from their twisted mouth in dangerous hisses.
Bella-Anne screamed and sat up in her bed. A sweat as cold as ice pouring from her brow. Harsh, panicked breaths passing her lips as her chest heaved. Warm tears poured down her cheeks mixing with the sweat that still beaded down.
In an instant Asriel was awake, Toriel and Asgore running down the hall and bursting the door open.
Flames in Toriel's fists and The trident in Asgore's, as they looked around the room for the source of the cause of the terror that coursed through the girl.
"My children! What's the matter?" Toriel asked the children, looking around the room, the orange flames in her hand casting its glow on their faces.
"I..." Bella hiccupped, wiping the torrent of tears from her cheeks only to have it replaced by more tears. "I had a nightmare."
"Oh, my poor child." Toriel sighed, dismissing the golden fire in her palms. The goat woman perched on her daughter's bed and gently stroked the terraces of amber, trying to calm the six-year-old's cries of fear.
"What did you see, Bella?" Asgore asked gently, his weight repressing the end of the bed.
"I... I unno… it was scary...!" she hiccupped, burying her face in her mother's soft nightgown.
The king and queen looked to each other worriedly as fierce cries continued to tear themselves from the small girls throat.
After a little, Bella began to regain some sense of comfort, but she still clutched onto her mother.
"Bella, would you like to sleep with your mother and me this evening?" Asgore asked, gently petting her hair. She nodded, but didn't unbury herself from the soft comforting grasp of her goat mother.
Toriel stood, gently cradling her daughter in her arms as she walked down the hall to her and Asgore's room, Asgore following her with Asriel.
Cuddling next to her brother and parents, Bella-Anne was finally able to sleep peacefully. Although the haunting images and voices still echoed throughout her young conscientious.
Being of such a young age it was easy to forget such terrible things, even as haunting as these were.
On the afternoon of the week after, Bella stood in the kitchen beside her mother who was busy measuring out ingredients for the child to stir.
"Now, I have them all measured out for you, do you remember how I told you to put them in?" Toriel asked gently, stepping away from the bowl and measuring utensils allowing her daughter to clamor up on her stool and stand in front of them.
"Yeah." Was the short reply given by the young princess, who looked at each ingredient carefully, deciding sugar from salt, baking powder from soda, so on and forth.
"Bella, I need to know you paid attention. Do you recall what happened last time?" Toriel asked, arching a brow.
Bella puffed out her cheeks and looked at her mother with her one visible eye. "First add all the dry ingredients, stir them together, then add the milk, water and butter, blend together until most is combined, lastly beat in two eggs, and with that you'll be ready to let it chill! Then you get to roll it out and make the most fabulous ever cookies! even more fabulous with MTT brand sprinkles and frosting!" the child recited the steps in her best Mettaton impression, striking a small pose at the end, her smile bright.
"Alright, but if you forget anything or need help, I'll be right over here making us a snail pie for dinner, ok?"
Bella wrinkled her nose at the mention of 'snail pie' but nodded at her mother's words and began to add the different food items, humming Mettaton's latest song.
Ingredient after ingredient, she put them in, sometimes making up a little song as she continued to mix each item in.
"Ok! Done!" Bella smiled, holding up the bowl with a crudely mixed ball of cookie dough. Rather than criticize the child, Toriel just smiled and set the bowl in the fridge to chill.
But with a baffled look she watched Bella jump off her stool and discard her apron on it, and run towards the living room.
"Where are you running off too now?" Toriel chuckled, dusting off her flour covered paws, she followed the girl, who was now seated in front of their small television set, which was playing Mettaton's cooking show theme.
"I can watch at least two episodes will the dough is chilling. Please, please, please?!" The little girl questioned her goat mother, green eyes sparkling as she pushed out her lower lip slightly, begging her mother to let her watch just a bit of the star's television show.
The white goat woman sighed, and reluctantly nodded her head, She didn't quite understand what was so appealing about that robot, flaunting and flouncing like she did. But, Bella-Anne loved the show with fever, watching almost an hour everyday; music video's, cooking shows, dramas, news, yes her daughter would watch it all.
Mettaton had crafted, Chilly desert taco's and frozen nice cream cookies.
And once said episode's were finished, as promised, Bella returned to the kitchen, where her mother had just finished creating the slimy, savory filling for their dinner.
Carefully, the girl took the bowl of her cookie dough out, and set it on the counter, where her mother had set up a few cookie cutters, in the shapes of flowers, hearts and butterflies.
Carefully, the auburnette scooped out a large handful of dough and placed it on the smooth cupboard surface. Picking up the rolling pin she pressed the dough flat, until she got a desirable thickness, Toriel supervising out of the corner of her eye.
Picking up the flower shaped cutter, she stuck out her tongue and carefully placed it down near the edge, pressing firmly until the outline was definite.
She continued the process until all the shapes had been used, and all the dough had been expended.
And with all the cookies placed on a baking sheet, Toriel carefully placed them in the heated oven, per the small princess's request for wanting to the pastries all by herself without magic. The moment the door closed, Bella sat herself crisscross in front of the glass door and watched the white deserts begin to golden in the warm yellow light the oven provided.
With the cookie's done, Toriel took the tray out to cool, while Bella sat to coloring the frosting her mother had made for her. She had four bowls of white frosting, the first she left plain, the second she colored bright yellow, the third she dyed purple, and lastly, she colored the fourth and pink.
And once the cookies had cooled, she took to frosting them, coating each in a thick layer of which ever color seemed appropriate.
By the time she had finished, frosting was smeared on her cheeks and sleeves, as well as in her hair.
But she smiled proudly at dinner as she presented the tray of sweet treats to her family after snail pie, her father and brother each took one quickly, while snail pie was good, there were times it did not go down right, this was one of those times.
Ok, argh! I'm done, I don't know what to else to write! *bangs head on table*
But hey, if you want me to continue this, I need help, like idears of sorts! I am sorry but I might just jump this to the end here shortly, but I won't short cheat you guys -I hope- I promise that even if this ends up being seven chapters long or whatever, I won't fudge the details and make you all miss out!
Peace out!