Wonderful Escape (UndertaleAU)

Chapter 4: Stirring up demons

Warning: there is an aggressive flashback at the end but it's nothing to major

I finished my soup and brought the bowl back to the sink after a nap. The house was eerily silent. Where is that idiot? I shivered as the quietness pressed on my ears.

I grabbed a blue hoodie that had been thrown over the couch and slid into it. The jacket smelled woody and sweet. A hint of a rich cologne still lingered on the fabric.

I closed my eyes and settled deeper into it as I balled myself up on the sofa. For the first time in a while, I felt somewhat safe. Another whiff and I found myself drifting off. I fought it with a scowl. I need to stay on guard, stupid! Now isn't a time to get relaxed.

I jumped when the door banged shut. Trickster grumbled, clomping his work boots on the floor as he slunk into the kitchen. He came around after a moment with a bottle in hand. When we locked eyes he stopped in his tracks before finally smacking my legs. "Move over."

I pulled myself up and tucked my shoulders against my chin. "You look like death."

"Aww, thanks!" He took a swig from a bottle and grimaced. Beer...makes sense for his work. He turned on the tv and checked the news.

"Why do I have to 'lay low' and you get to go trot around the city?" I frowned.

He sighed "I trust myself more than I do you."

I whined. "I've lived here my whole life. I know every back street!."

"Then you'd have ta know where the top dog actually lives." He chuckled gruffly. "No chance."

I knew I looked like a kid with my small frame and my childish whines weren't helping. I shook off the thought with a rough shrug.

"You're an @sshole."

"I've been told worse." he shrugged. "Where did you learn to curse like a sailor?"

My chest stung. I rubbed my palm over my collarbone- back and forth.

His face popped into my mind. A handsome, gruff face with vibrant red eyes like roses. He always wore a green, yellow striped sweater and skinny jeans. His hair, a warm brown, was always fluffy and wild. Because of a Cold-blooded nature, his cheeks were always a light pink. Chara... God, I wish he was here. If my father hadn't banished him from seeing me, he might be. I wonder where he ended up?

A tiny smile split my lips. "My best friend." I said

"It was more of a rhetorical question.." he muttered under his breath.

"Stop being an @ss!"

"That's gotta be your favorite word, isn't it?"

I puckered my lips in small snarl. "Would you prefer B?"

"You know, " He started with a sarcastic grin. "That does sound a bit bet-"

I reared back a fist and punched him before I could stop myself. A fire lit up in my stomach. He caught my wrist with a sharp grin. I held my breath, closing my eyes as my heart stopped.

STUPID! He's gonna-

Trickster shook his head. "Don't get too Frisky, Doll." he gently released his grip.

He's not mad? But I just tried to bash his skull in! It's not like I want him to hit me but like-

"Also, ask before you go rummaging through people's closets. That's my hoodie."

I sputtered, my brain froze. Why did I find his scent safe?!! Was it because he saved me out in the alley? No... There's no way it became so familiar when I was unconscious. I gripped my fabric in between my fingers. "It was on the couch for your information and I was cold," I mumbled.