Night Time, the Dreemurr Residence...
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... I felt something convulse within me, causing my body to move on it's own...
... Another convulsion and another involuntary squirm or two.
... Suddenly, the convulsions wouldn't stop and my body was acting all by itself! These weren't just involuntary squirms. I was not able to stop myself from moving all over in my bed! Was I having a heart attack?! But it didn't hurt!
And suddenly... I threw myself limply off the bed and into the floor, crashing hard into the surprisingly solid surface despite the rug. It felt like I broke something, but I couldn't even scream. I just had to sit there in my own body, screaming internally.
... Suddenly, a limp hand moves to push against the floor... Then, another helps it along. I am rising back onto my knees in the most awkward way possible, still feeling as if I were stuck watching my own body move by itself! What was going on?!
Eventually, I rose up into this ... zombie-like stand... My side was on fire with pain as it was forced to support weight and balance in it's injured state!
[What's going on?!] That's what I tried to scream, but the room was silent, other than in my own head. Instead, my face remained perfectly unreadable, eyes overshadowed by my draping locks.
... Finally, my legs moved on their own, aimlessly as my body hobbled itself toward the center of my room... Each step was pure agony, my balance a thing of imagination.
I tried to force my legs to stop, but if it was having any effect, you could have told me. They never stopped and merely kept hobbling me toward the center of the Delta Rune on my carpet.
... Once they finally stopped over the center of the rune, my body suddenly, lazily cut a one-eighty as it continued to hang it's head...
... My arm began to lift, but it was starting to feel... like it was asleep...?
The pain was ebbing from my side too... What was going on? It was still the only thing I could think...
I couldn't see what my hand was doing, but I could just barely feel it flexing it's fingers... Then, I couldn't... Soon after, I couldn't feel... anything.
I was suddenly caught off guard by my own distress. [Why can't I feel anything?!] The first new question I asked myself...
And "myself"... answered in my own head. [Because, this isn't you.]
If I could sweat, my brow would be drenched cold. [Wha...?!]
[IT'S ME.]
That raised hand suddenly shot into my chest- and I mean INTO my chest! My face tense as my jaw fell open in a silent scream, eyes wide in pain! I hurt! I hurt all over! Everything was suddenly on fire! [S-stop! NO! AAAAGH!]
Suddenly... it was like someone pulled the plug on me, like they would a TV... A flash... and then... Nothing...
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-BAM!-
I awoke again in shock and with a gasp... if you could call it that anymore... I was in a cage?
Wait. Was I inside my bird cage?!
I looked around and soon found this to be exactly the case. Not just that but... where was my body?! I had no arms, no legs, my vision was as if I was looking into a tunnel... I was... nothing?
... I chanced to look in the right direction and found the more horrifying thing to me... My body was standing where it had been last time I was able to see as myself, in the middle of my rug's rune...
I would have been pale as a sheet if I had skin, but I am pretty sure I didn't have a body. Still. I was able to rush up to the bars on the bird cage and press "myself" against them. [What the hell is going on?!] ... Once again, I had no voice. I was a mind in a cage and that was about it...
... Suddenly, what I saw next rushed my realization in cold fear... My body had lifted it's other hand... There was something in it... It angled that something upwards as the gleam of a perfectly sharpened knife's blade showed it's unwelcome face.
[W... what...? But... Whe-where did that come from...?!]
... And very slowly, this other me turned it's head toward the bedroom door as hair fell away from one of my eyes. It was glint with red... A grin two times too wide spread over my face...
"How about some REAL FUN, tonight?"
The words spoken were in my voice, from my lips and with a horrible glee uncharacteristic of myself.
I couldn't be any more panicked if I tried. My body, beyond my control, began to trudge toward my door and I suddenly got the worst sinking feeling... MOM!
I forced myself harder into the cage bars and tried to scream, but my words were heard only in mind! [STOP! WAIT! PLEASE?! WHAT'S HAPPENING?! WHY AM I DOING THIS?! I DON'T WANT THIS! WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?! YOU'RE MY BODY!]
As "my" hand was slinking it's fingers around the doorknob of the room's door, it suddenly grew eerily still... And then, "my" own head turned and looked my way with that sadistic grin and excitement in my now red eyes. "Oh? You care this much what happens to MY family and friends...?" ... [What...?]
With a sickening amused tilt of the head and an out of place sultry look in those eyes, the other me's own face looked down upon actual me from that distance. "You must not understand. You can't just barge into my world and do as you want. You've ruined this run and things were about to get oh so interesting... Yet, you had to go around ruining my good work..."
... I didn't understand anything, all of the sudden... Why was this me telling me such... nonsense? I couldn't hope to understand. But I was still so on alert about that knife in "my" hand. I started rattling my cage with "body blows" by ramming myself into the bars repeatedly, trying to force the stupid cage door open. I didn't have a plan, but I didn't want to wait and see what plan this me had!
... The other me shook their head with a low laugh. "You amuse me. It's like you've known these people all your life. One day in my shoes and you're already envious? Adorable." And with that final word, the door knob clicked open and the door was slowly opened wide while this me continued to taunt me with that disturbing smile. Suddenly, all nerves fired red and I was rattling the cage again. It was like the door weighed a ton- why couldn't I get it open?! There wasn't even a latch! ... Rust! It was rusted up! That's why It was stuck!
... "I" began to walk out... but then, "I" peaked back in at me, a more relaxed and eerily calm- almost sweet smile on my face... "Oh don't you worry your pretty little RED out. I'll be sure I give extra special care to Mom, Dad, Susie, Ralsei and all of the sweet, little friends you've made for me to play with. But..."
My body suddenly walked back into the room at an alarming pace. Then, it crouched down over my cage playing the knife's tip to a finger as it told me something with a devilishly calm grin, gaze tilted low and brows raised. "I need to make something... abundantly clear, my little interloper. Your choices never mattered. I make the rules. And when someone breaks them, they suffer in a very... special way..."
... And then "my" face contorted into that way-too-big smile... I could see all of my teeth and their gums. I'd never realized how chapped "my" lips were... or maybe those were skin tears... The shadow night cast over "my" face made me think I was in a horror film... And the eyes glowed a soft red down at me... Then... "I" spoke in a very calm, very quiet manner. "They lose everything and anything they gave their love to..."
Suddenly, this sick and twisted other me stands up and turns their back on me, taking their sweet time walking toward the open door way with that knife bore at their side.
I throw myself into the bars again, trying to move the cage door, grunting in intense effort inwardly. It starts to budge. I tried again, focusing on squeezing through the tiny opening as it started to pry wider with the squeak of the cage door.
They were in the door way now. Turning around, this other me took hold of the door in their knife wielding hand, smiling calmly and tauntingly over to me.
-Squeeeak...!-
Finally, I got the cage door open far enough to squeeze through! I floated up and out of it.
But at this point, the other me was playfully starting to pull the door closed. I panicked and rushed myself toward it... only for the door to slam shut in front of me.
-BAM!-
I gasp and sit up, eyes wide open...
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I was merely sitting up in the bed, blanket and sheets still half covering my legs in a messy way... I looked around in the room... Even with my eyes wide, everything looked just fine... including that stupid birdcage in the corner with the red wagon... ... ...
Huffing and laying back in a heap on the bed, I almost slapped a hand to my face as I felt it over... It felt the same... Nothing out of place, no torn skin around my lips, no... smile...
... I tried to get back into a sleeping position, but the instant I closed my eyes even half way, they flew back open at the fear of seeing that face again. Shaking my head and grunting, I sat back up, before tossing myself onto the side of the bed, forcing my legs free of the covers... And I just sat there, hands cupped together in my lap as I hung my head...
... What What time was it? I looked to the side of my bed and at the empty top of my nightstand/drawer. Nothing but a lamp... Still, it at least drew my attention to the window, which let shine the dawn's light inside through the crack left in the curtains... Yeah, it was time to get up.
I looked at the ground beneath my feet, before grabbing the side of my bed and throwing myself off of it, meeting the floor with my feet- I suddenly had a flash of when I had done this in my dream and ended up slamming the floor with my body.
I let out a yelp and nearly stumbled over! Managing to catch my balance again, my body froze in the awkward position of half buckled legs and steadying arms... Shaking my head and groaning, I righted my posture and massaged at my sweating face... "Stop. Just stop... It was just a nightmare... That's all... Get a grip, Kris..."
That's right... My name was Kris. I am an adolescent human who lives with their mother in a town with a terrible name. Hometown... It sounds like the namer was lazy, to be honest. Regardless, this is where I live. A quaint, if not strange-to-weird town.
Why? Well, for one, I'm the only human. Everyone else is a monster, from what I can gather. I'm still in school but... uhm... It's strange. There are really only three classrooms, not counting the other that doesn't get used for anything else by games and lunch and stuff.
There's one for elementary school, one for middle school and one for high-school. Don't ask me how this works. It really shouldn't but it... just... does? Or maybe it doesn't. It depends on who you ask and I'm not the person to ask for more than three reasons.
1. I'm not the one who made the school.
2. I don't know what it takes to qualify a school... to be a school.
3. ... If we're being honest, I don't even remember if it works or not.
... You'll think I'm weird- and I AM weird for the reason that I didn't tell anyone this at the time... But uhm... I didn't have any memories whatsoever of... anything. I merely lucked out on the fact that apparently, I was not a very talkative person. So, simple answers or short sentences had been enough to pass under the radar and not have to confront anyone about the fact that I couldn't remember my life prior to... waking up yesterday for school.
And so... when I fell through the floor with Susie into the dark world... I wasn't taken by all that much shock. My biggest shock was waking up in the dark. Still... Neither world had been very familiar to me in the first place. Even I myself am not familiar with... well, myself.
Mom. Dad. My still yet to be met brother, Asriel. My new friends, Susie and Ralsei. ALL of my classmates and my teacher... I FEEL like by the way Noelle treats me, we could have been friends as well, but I just don't know. Seems like she's more interested in Susie.
... Still. I'm not stupid. I know yesterday was weird, saying the least. Susie's reactions to it all were pretty confirming.
... There was... one thing that clicked with me. Something I shouldn't know. Something that only I could see. A flicker in the dark of that world that only I could find throughout... To me, I was touching this light and "saving my progress". To everyone else around me... I was just reaching out and grasping at nothing. Though, they never called me out on it. Maybe it was something I did often? ... I haven't found another flicker like that in the light world, though. And I spent quite a lot of time out looking, yesterday, after everything.
I can only assume that I haven't been looking in the right place or that I was just weird enough before all of this that Susie didn't put it passed me.
... Anyways, Yeah. I don't know who I really am or what I'm really like. Not for sure. The people I talked to remembered me being creepy to nice to weird to a kid with a sick sense of humor. If so, then... I don't really relate to that self. I don't even see a reason for that sort of behavior... Mostly.
And that's up to me to figure out without rousing suspicion. Though, if people start asking the real questions like my birthday or my favorite place or something like very specific questions... I'm sure that'll be it. I can only try to prepare myself for when that happens and if... Though, today is a bad day for that. I promised Susie that we'd go back to the Dark World and see Ralsei again. The question there... is how.
... I had long since gotten out of bed and gotten dressed, though it's kind of disarming to see a closet full of the same outfit. I had to cock my brow at all of the same Green and yellow striped shirts and the brown pants. Did my mom pick all of these out for me or was my fashion sense really this... awful?
It was all I had to wear, so of course I was wearing a pair with the same brown shoes as before. Walking myself out of my room and into the bathroom, I made to handle any person's normal daily hygienic routine. Though, while I was brushing my hair, I saw my eyes more clearly... Huh. So they were red... or maybe that's maroon. Kind of cool, I guess. Though, maybe that was why some people though I was creepy.
... With a sour expression, I gave a disapproving look to my hair. The bangs were way too long. These were just waiting to poke my eyes out. If only I had been a tailor. Obviously, I wasn't, so I just tried to force them to one side as much as I could, though that left me covering up one eye. At that point, I looked like one of tho- anyways, shrugging my shoulders... I went about checking myself over again in the mirror...
Same olive skin. Same brown, nearly-shoulder-length hair. Same cowlick in the back left side THAT REFUSED TO GO DOWN. And same thin frame. It was only me.
... That said, I could feel several minor bruises on my arms and legs. Looking down at an arm and lifting a sleeve, I could make out several unnatural dark splotches under my skin.
The memory or the multiple hits I took from that freaky clown resurfaced and forced a shudder up my spine. He was relentless. It still surprises me that we didn't bite it fighting him... He had been the only one we legitimately fought throughout that entire ordeal. I still regret opening his cell...
... But that also brought up my other bruises. I turned around and carefully lifted my shirt, looking back into the mirror at the dark splotch over my back. I made to reach back and touch it, gingerly feeling over it... And then, the soreness grew into pain as I arched my back and grunt.
The memory of getting struck tumbling to the floor by the King refreshed itself pretty vividly and I ended up hissing. In reality, that was the instance which we came closest to death. He may not have been as hard to stop as that weird jester, but he was smart all the same. He abused Ralsei's kindness to get him to heal him like he knew he could, then he attacked us while we were off guard.
He was a maniac... I'm not sore about our actions leading up to him getting overthrown. The man was terrible. What father threatens to kill their own flesh and blood?
... Shaking my head, I dropped my shirt and turned back around, giving myself a level stare. I didn't exactly like this look, but I nodded, approving of what I had for now. I'd do better after the day was done.
Exiting the bathroom, I head back into my room and thought for a moment... Turning to that bird cage... I gave it a long and hard glare.
Wheeling it out on the red wagon, I took it out of the room and began to pull it down the hall as those squeaky wheels refused to quiet down. Thankfully, I didn't need to fear waking mom up. She was already awake and making pie while humming to herself. Had an apron on and everything.
As I was rolling by behind her, I waved to her and said, "Morning Mom~."
"Good morning, my ch-... Ah!" She whirled around and stared at me with honestly wide eyes full of surprise and lips shrunk from just as much.
Right. About mom... She's a monster. But don't you dare judge her. She's the kindest soul in town, unless your name is Asgore.
Her name is Toriel, but I just call her Mom. She's a very tall goat monster... sorta...? I'm really not completely sure, to be honest. She has the white fur, two small, curved, white horns on top of her head, the large, floppy ears and a strange bump nose with slits sitting on the end of her muzzle. That same muzzle seemed to have fangs that almost blended in with her fur, constantly on display. Her round eyes also didn't quite fit. No "minus sign" pupils. They were normal and almost blended in with her maroon eyes. Heh. Guess that color runs in the family... Then again, I'm apparently adopted.
Regardless, her body is actually quite large, but like I said, she's tall. About... what. Seven feet tall? She's definite above human standard heights, but Dad's height is even grander. Anyways, she had a great figure, but a strong frame as well... I'm not going into detail about THOSE features. You can just use your imagination. That's my mom, ya creeps.
Anyways, her hands were well larger than my own. Maybe twice as large and thick with fur as well as retractable claws. Another feature no goat has. Her feet are also not hooven. They are just large and humanistic, but she only stoop on her canine toes and paws, leaving her heels off the floor, even if just slightly. Yet another feature not especially many (any) goat possesses... Still, she DID have the little, tuft goat tail in the back. That was something.
She also has that tuft of fur at the top of her head and she indeed had a kind, pleasant face, but at this point I'm just picking out randoms.
On her face, she wore silver half-rimmed glass- but I kinda think they're just for reading, not prescription. The lenses looked weird. She also had a silver heart shaped locket around her neck, the contents of which I didn't know at the time. Dressed up in all blue attire, she wore a blue overcoat over a darker polka dress flowing down above her knees. Over both was that all-white apron tied around her neck and waist.
... Anyways, enough about all that. She covered her mouth up when she saw me... before she removed them and revealed a proud smile. Though, I couldn't help but return a confused and blank stare. "Do not tell me the day has finally come... You can get yourself up on time for school without my assistance?!"
At that point, I just felt bad. I cocked a brow and groaned a little, scratching at the back of my head. "It's uh... I... kinda woke up from a bad dream."
The look on her face immediately turned to concern as I dashed her hopes single-handedly. It made me feel bad, but I don't like to lie.
She walked over to my side, even though I was raising my hands to say I was fine and placed a hand on my back, causing me to suddenly tense as she rubbed right into my bruise. I had to force back a gasp and hiss and keep my look as neutral as possible, but I'd be lying if I said my face didn't flex uncontrollably.
She frowned at that, and grew even more concerned. "... Was.. I in this bad dream?"
My eyes popped wide. I instantly looked up into her and smiled through my nerves. "W-what? No! You didn't have anything to do with it, Mom. You're the nicest person I know. Why would you think you had anything to do with it?"
She tilted her head and furrowed her brows. "W-well, I mean, you did just make a face when I touched your back..."
I inwardly cursed the King for the bruise he gave me. Still, I shook me head and smiled as naturally as I could."Not because of you, mom. Because... that's sort of what happened in my dream." I once again itched the back of my head, losing the smile. "Someone came into my personal space and slid their hand up my back. Then, they sorta... pushed me down into a bottomless pit..." And there I was doing exactly what I didn't like doing, just like that.
Still, that seemed to ease Toriel's nerves a little, a reluctant smile spreading across her muzzle. I was apparently good at this. "Oh, my child... Now, I can understand why you were so frightened. Falling can be quite terrifying."
Inwardly, I whispered, "You have no idea." I HAD fallen a large distance just yesterday, but she didn't know that and I didn't exactly feel confident explaining myself or that insane journey that followed. Who knew how believable I'd sound...
Regardless, she inevitably looked passed me and grew a puzzled expression, blinking at the red wagon hauling that rusty bird cage. "Ah... W-where are you taking Wendy's cage...? Had you not wanted to keep it to remember her by?"
I didn't know what she was talking about. I could only guess that at one point, I had a pet bird. I took an understandable pause to process a response, head bowed low to hide my expression... Then, I smiled back up at her, but not too much. "... I don't need some cage to remember her, anymore. Besides..." I returned my attention to the rusty cage and did my best to repress the images from the nightmare... And I said, "It's getting really rusty. I don't think we'll be using it, again. Y'know?"
This surprised my mother immensely... But she gave me a warmed smile as her eyes relaxed. "Kris..." Nodding, she softly placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "You are absolutely right. There is no need for such a thing, as long as you yourself keep her memory close to your heart."
... I just smiled through what she said, but inwardly, it made me highly uncomfortable. I REALLY felt terrible, now... But I would have felt worse if I had to stare at that cage for another night, remembering what happened to me in that nightmare...
I nodded and said, "Yeah," before I started wheeling the cage passed the kitchen and into the living room, Mom watching me proudly the entire way to the front door... As I took the knob in my hand, I turned my attention back to the goat woman and smiled wider. "Thanks for saying it like that, mom. It... really makes this a lot easier."
She merely nodded to me and smiled more. "Of course, my child."
Stepping out of the house and carefully wheeling the wagon out, I closed the door with a soft nudge from my foot and began to walk to the trash can, dropping my goofy smile pretty easily.
Turning back to the cage, I took the large object in my hands by the tiny bars, wincing inwardly as I recalled the part of the dream where I was trapped behind them...
Glaring down into it, I easily lifted it from the little red wagon and DUNKED it in the trash can with no regrets, the cage rattling violently from the force. Dusting off my hands, I smiled wide, feeling like I had accomplished something pretty big, there. No more bars to keep me inside~!
Walking back inside, I shut the door behind me and walked back through the kitchen as I asked, "What's the flavor, today?"
My mom, back to her pie, began to open the oven as she threw a smile back at me, taking the pie by it's rim in a hand. "That would be Cinnamon Butterscotch, my dear." She then turned her smile back to the oven and bent over, tucking the pie away on the top shelf. "Do wash your hands of rust. It will not take but a few minutes~. Then, you may eat SOME of it, not all."
The joke was obviously pointed at the fact that she said a few times I would hog the pies to myself. Made me feel kind like a pig. Won't lie.
Still, I rolled my eyes and rolled with it. "Of course! I'm not an animal."
Following my instructions, I visited the bathroom and washed off my hands. After that, you could sayt it was a usual morning. Though, I'm not sure how many kids are lucky to get pie THAT good for breakfast. I can sort of see why my past self might have hogged it all.
After that, it was still pretty early. This time, I actually got to pack a proper school bag with supplies and books. I wasn't just gonna show up with the clothes on my back and a pencil my mom sneakily stuffed into my pocket.
That said, now that I actually half knew the people waving at us as we passed down the road to school in the van, I waved back with a smile on my face. Pretty sure it caught a few people off guard, though, seeing as some of them thought I was creepy at one point. They seemed kind of confused..
Furrowing my brow, I couldn't help but think, [Sheesh. You'd think these people never change or something... Then again, I'm kind of assuming they were telling the truth about me and not just making stuff up.] Shrugging, I just settled in for the rest of the ride... before letting this one question occur to me. I really should know my own birthday.
Looking at mom, I approached the subject with a nervous smile on my face. "H-hey. Mom?"
She merely hummed to me with an eye looking my direction to acknowledge she was listening, then focused them back on the road as her hands kept the wheel steady.
And now to ask the question. Crossing my legs and threading my fingers together, I worded the next thing I said, cautiously. "Uhm... Nightmare related... When.. is my birthday? I just need to hear you say it..."
Her face tensed before the van lurched a little, making both of us go forward a bit while I grunt in alert. Thank god for seat belts, but mine nearly brush burned my neck.
She blinked over to me a few times in a double-take-like manner before smiling nervously and beginning to sweat, attempting to keep her eyes on the road, but continuously failing when her eyes inevitably wandered to me. "O-oh...my! Well, that is a... strange question!"
I cocked my brow at the way she was acting. What was the nervousness all about? It almost made me think that she didn't know.
She cleared her throat and brightened her smile as her eyes refocused on the road for sure this time. Though, the slight furrow in her brows was only just readable. "You were born under the month of the perfectionist, September, on the fifth day. 200X" She thought for a moment with a finger to her lip, seeming to search the air for something. Judging by the nervous smile on her face, she didn't find anything. "I... want to say something witty about September 5th, however I am uncertain if any holidays take place on that date."
I still had a brow raised at the facts. "Uh... 2000-X? Isn't that kinda like saying sometime in the 2000's?"
Her smile almost faltered, giving me the idea that she really DIDN'T know when I was born. Oh boy. Either way, she corrected herself and said, "I-is that what I said? I m-most certainly meant 2007..." Nice try mom.
I made a pitying smile and shook my head either way, trying to be kind. "I know. I'm only messing with you, mom. No need to get all nervous."
"Ah." She blinked, then blushed a little, grinning a bit larger than I would have wanted I didn't even know such a face came from her. "Yes, you HAVE always been quite the card... haven't you, my child?"
... I looked out my side window to hide my face while I said, "Yeah... But I think I'm done with.. THOSE pranks. I kinda realize they're sorta... mean."
"... Dear? Are you certain you're okay, today? Yesterday, you DID appear fairly pale when you got back home..."
A pause... I just stared out my window and remained quiet.
"... Did something happen at school with this new friend of your's that you are not telling me?"
... I turned to look back at her with the best smile I could manage, eyes closed so I didn't have to look into her's just yet. "Yeah... They helped me get my head on straight, to be honest." Opening my eyes, I turned my attention forward. "Don't get me wrong. At first they seemed kinda... mean. But turns out, they just didn't like showing their soft side.." And that was the only true part. Next came a lie as I looked her in the eyes, but not directly. "I... pulled a prank and kind of hurt her feelings. Pretty bad, actually..."
Toriel frowned as she threw a sideways glance at me, but ultimately kept her eyes on the road. "...I see."
Turning my head down to the floor, I half lied, making my stomach turn over uncomfortably. "I remember doing something that bad before, too. Thinking back on it... I was a jerk. Noelle didn't deserve that... one prank. And my room didn't deserve a big fat ketchup stain. So, when I think about yesterday and... well, how bad I hurt my new friend... It.. hurts..."
"Kris..."
... Turning to face her again, I smiled, even if humbly. "So, promise. I'm not pulling another prank that bad again. Kay? A-and no more "bath bombs" either." ... It was a big, sickening lie, but I was trying to make it as well-meaning as I could.
As we were driving up to the school... a very proud smile crossed my mother's face. I thought that her eyes looked a little wet, but it could have just been the morning light. She parked the car in the usual spot, putting on the brake and shifting into park as she turned her attention down upon me. "It's... almost impossible to believe that my dear child has grown up so much over a single day. I do not claim to understand all of what could have happened to trigger such mature resolutions..."
She came to hold one side of my face with one of her large hands, before smiling and leaning in close to me, her floppy ears hanging as she spoke, looking me directly in the eyes as I met her's. "But I AM proud to here you say such things." She came in close, much to my puzzled confusion, then pecked my bare cheek with her lips, drawing me to blink my eyes wide...
I couldn't really help blush a tad, smiling back at her as she pulled away, her still returning that warm smile. "H-heh. I... Thanks, I mean. Love you, Mom."
She pat me on the back and giggled a little. "Do not thank me, yet. Unfortunately, you still cut class yesterday." She cocked her brow and smirked playfully. "You thought I would simply forget or not be told, didn't you?"
I was suddenly not smiling anymore and my cheek was full of sweat. I had no idea something warm and fuzzy could turn into ice cubes so fast. "Uuuh... Honestly, I kinda just... forgot myself, in the moment."
She gave me a sigh and shook her head. Then, she gave me a soft smile. "I will cut you this one break. Same for that Susie girl. Though, you both must still face your punishment like responsible adults-to-be." With a harder, crueler smirk, she told me, "Meet me in my classroom for lunch period. There, you can spend time writing "I will not skip class." until you both reach a total of fifty each. Neither of you may leave until this is done, so should you both take longer than lunch period, you will simply have to finish up during my little ones' class period."
Swallowing, I felt my face pale at the prospect. Susie and I, forced to sit in a classroom full of children because she refused to listen. I could practically see it now. We were about to spend the second half of the school day in the elementary class. "... I mean... I-I'll do it, but I feel like we might be in there for a while, if we're waiting on Susie."
She just gave me a smug smile made complete by raised brows. "Well, you BOTH should have thought about that before deciding to cut class." Reaching for her door, she dropped the smile and furrowed her brows at me as she began to step out of the van. I followed suit as she spoke. "Honestly, Kris. You have always had your mischievous ways, but you haven't skipped class ever since you were a small child. Susie, I can somewhat understand, but you?"
I made a small frown while I was closing my door, hoping that she wouldn't see it. However, all she did was round the vehicle and see it anyways after closing her door. "Sorry, mom."
She stared at me for an extended moment... before smiling reluctantly and shaking her head. "Well, there certainly is not any use in sprinkling salt on an open wound. Just try not to allow it to repeat, if not for your sake then for Susie. She..." Mom seemed to frown a little. Mom went to say something else, but...
"Yeah, yeah, we know already."
She and I both turned to see the familiar tall, dark and purple monster, Susie.
... Honestly, I don't know what kind of monster Susie is. My first guess was Dinosaur, but don't they have small arms? The next was dragon... but she doesn't breathe fire... Croc? No. Frustration sets in on me right now, so I'm just going to go with Westernized cartoon dragon which cannot breath fire. Merely spit "venom". I know she's big and pretty thick with muscle. Not like a body builder. Just strong.
Her head was was an unusual shape. Soft and rounded, but kinda long. It almost looks like an eggplant. She will kill me if you tell her I said this willingly. DON'T.
... humor aside, I've seen those gnarly sharp teeth. Don't let the almost cute shape fool you... Beyond that, she had a few freckles in her cheeks and a long, chestnut brown, messy head of hair as long as her mid-back. It kinda went everywhere and had many cowlicks. Her bangs totally overshadowed her eyes, unless she got angry or surprised. It's because her eyes glow with a white light during extreme emotions. Sometimes, not her pupils, though... It's complicated.
Anyways, as for the rest of her, like I said. Big and strong. It wouldn't be too out there to say she's somewhat masculine, but her body somehow still looks kinda feminine. No ears as far as I can tell, but she HAS to hear somehow. And her muzzle DID have nose slits, so yeah. She has a nose... kinda. Purple-scales all over.
Thick arms of muscle. Legs of even thicker muscle. Her tail was pretty thick, too, though that part might just be tail. She seemed to have perfectly human legs and feel, but I can't say. I'm not about to ask, either. All I know is that she wears so pretty dang big shoes.
Speaking of wear, she seems to like opened up button shirts with the sleeves rolled up passed her elbows. The color of the day seems to be red. Underneath was a white muscle shirt with a ruffled surface. Darker blue jeans than yesterday, but they were still roughed up. Loose fit. Chain belt.
Yep. She was/is a bad girl.
She walked up to us with a chilled out smile on her face. It was the first time mom and she were up close to each other, that I can remember. And like I thought, Mom was still a foot or so bigger than her. Am I surprised...? ... Well, kinda. Susie, up close and personal, honestly FEELS bigger than Mom. But maybe that's because I've been pinned to the locker by her before and threatened by a maw full of teeth...
Regardless, Mom made her a slight smile, hands on her hips as she huffed a little. "Y-yes. Well. As I was telling Kris, you two are to report to my classroom and serve your allotted punishment for skipping yesterday's class during lunch. You are both to write "I will not skip class fifty times each before either of you are to leave. And running out the bell is not an option. Either finish during lunch or finish during my youths class period. With plenty of young minds wondering what the big kids are doing there."
It was the first time I had ever seen Susie's eyes go wide so easily. "Uh. What... You're joking, right?" She made a nervous smile, chuckling nervously.
But mom... She just gave her "that" face. You know the one. When moms make that disappointed stare with the leveled brows?
Susie just stared at her, sweat starting to drip down the side of her face while her eyes continued to stare uncomfortably into Mom's face. At one point, she threw me a look. "Don't just stand there...! Help. Me...!"
I just shook my head with a guilty smile. "I'm pretty sure you and I both know I can't do anything about this..."
The purple dragon(?) groaned inwardly and swat her face with a hand. "God damnit, dude. Just..." Throwing her hand off her face, she groaned louder and deadpanned at my mother. "FINE!"
"First of all, language. Secondly..." My mom smiled almost innocently as she tilted her head to the side, fixing her glasses up wityh a hand. "I am ever so glad we see eye-to-eye. Believe it or not, my child, I AM trying to help."
With a rather narrow gaze off to the side, Susie scoffed, throwing her hands into her pockets. "Yeah, help's the word..."
"What was that," came Mom's flat and questioning tone.
Again, Susie's eyes popped wide and she immediately threw her hands up in defense. "Uh, nothin'! Nothin' at all!"
The goat's smile grew a bit. "I see. Then, perhaps we should all go about our daily routines, since we seem to understand each other?" Then, mom turned her gaze toward me, her smile immediately seeming 100% more genuine. "I shall see you both in lunch detention, my dear. Don't leave me..." Her face scrunched a little as she said the last word. "Bonely~."
I just stared at her, ashamed, and said, "Oh my god, Mom. Please."
"Yes, yes, I know~. I won't bee-lay you any longer~. She giggled into a hand, before waving and cutting a one-eighty, walking toward and into the school...
I can't lie. Mom can be uh... scary in a whole other way from Susie. Either way, I, at least, was not incurring such wrath. I incurred something ... far worse.
Susie gave me a stare as her eyes once again became obscured in her hair. Then, she smirked. "... Since when was your mom a pun-isher?"
... I couldn't help but deadpan toward her. "... I have an idea of what happened, but I'm not happy about it OR the fact that you're enjoying this."
She cracked up a little bit, unable to keep the crooked grin from spreading over her mug... Though, it relaxed as she pointed at my face. "By the way, nice hair."
I rolled my eyes and started to walk away toward the school doors, saying, "It was the best I could do with this mop, okay? I'm cutting it when I get the chance."
She just stood there for a bit, staring blank at my leaving form. "... Like... Sure, but I wasn't making fun of it. I actually kinda liked it." ... Shrugging her shoulders, she stuffed her hand into her pocket, took out a thick piece of chalk, opened wide and chomped it into bits with one bite as she made to follow...
Sorry for leaving you guys with only the ERROR chapter to go on, last night. To be honest, I got too tired, so I had to turn in before posting this one. I still had correcting left to do, so I didn't want to submit it as it was.
That said, let me know what you all think of... well, all of this. ^^; There are a lot of details here. And in honesty, this chapter would have been even longer had I not split it into two at some point. Don't expect as grand a chapter next time, but it won't just being 1000 words or so, either.
Do tell me how I did. This is the first time I do something like this and I want to know if I'm doing it right.
That said, I may go back and edit this chapter, if I find anything worth correcting. Much was done on purpose, so try to keep that in mind.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed! Also, please. If you could, point out any grammatical or wording errors that have slipped through the cracks. I have no Grammar/spell checker, so it is highly likely to see something like a word that shouldn't be there. It would be most appreciated. They may seem like small, inconsequential errors, but their fixing could improve the quality of the content. And that's what I'm all about. ^^