Little Blue Riding Hood (Horrorberry)

A Cold Front

He's been avoiding me. I know he is. I don't know what I said or did to get him to act like this, but it hurts. I need to make this better somehow. I need to get him to like me again. It's hard though, because he seems to know when I'm waking up. I always see him disappearing outside when my sockets open. I'm afraid one of these times he won't come back. At least he still feeds me.. I sat up slowly, my bandana fluttering off my chest and into my lap. I wasn't going to let this continue. I was going to go out there, find Horror, and, and, HUG HIM UNTIL HE STOPS AVOIDING ME! I pulled down my pants legs, noticing rips from the fall I took. No doubt my shirt and hoodie wasn't much different, but at least it was better cover. I shakily stood up and started walking around, looking for said cover.

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I found them in a crevice in a deeper part of the cave. I slipped on my shirt, also full of rips and tears like I thought, then my hoodie which was fine? Somehow. Unless he'd been repairing it. I didn't know. I tucked my bandana in the pocket to be washed. It WAS still stained with blood after all and headed out. I shivered. It was colder than I remembered, then yet I had been near a fire for days on end in an enclosed space. I couldn't find my boots either, but I wasn't going to waist any more time. I needed to find that wereskeleton. Yes. That's what I'm going with. "HORROR!" I called out. Would it help? Probably not if he was avoiding me, but I had to do something. "HORROR!"

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I'm lost again. In my rush to find the cannibalistic monster, I forgot to make some trial to get back. Something tells me the other wolves wouldn't help me either. Not knowing what Horror did. I gripped the sleeves of my hoodie, trying to keep down the rising panic. I wanna be back with Horror. At least there I knew I was safe! I miss Horror.. I miss his curiosity and his food and his protective nature. I sniffed. Stars now I made myself cry. I wiped away the tears. How did I get so close to Horror without making so little physical contact? The only contacted we'd ever actually made while I was conscious was me fixing him up and him pinning me down. Everything else was while I was out. What was it then? His kindness towards me? His honesty? The fact he even came back to save me? That he trusted me to know the darkest part of himself? "HORROR!" I cried out again. I wiped away more tears. "H-HORROR PLEASE! Please find me.."

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I continued calling. He had to have heard me or smelled me at some point. So he'd surely find me soon. I had no need to panic, I'd be fine. Then the spear jabbed into the ground next to me. I recognized that spear as one that'd been in Horror's skull. I won't be fine! I ran, not bothering to see who or what was hunting me. "Come here and face me Sans!" They yelled, giving chase. That sounded like Undyne. Undyne was hunting me?! Words became growls and my fear increased. I'm being chased by a pissed off werefish that seemed to think I was Horror. Why was I letting her think I was Horror? Because I didn't want him hurt again. I felt a paw catch my foot. She'd caught me.

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Horror POV

Early that morning

As soon as he started to wake up, I went to hunt for him and myself. At this point, he could really leave when he wanted. It'd be better if he did.. I'd only hurt him. That feeling in my soul is growing stronger every time I do see him. It scares me. I haven't been scared in a long time. Not since Papyrus. I'd caught Blue a nice fat rabbit when I heard him calling. What was he even doing out!? I shoved that instinct down. Let him be out. Let him find his own way home. Damn. A waste of rabbit.. I guess I could eat it. I sighed and went back to the den. What if Undyne finds him? I froze at the thought. She could potentially think that he was me than Blue would be in danger! I threw the rabbit in the den, and pivoted on a foot, shifting. His scent was easy to find. It was washed in sadness and desperation. As I kept following it fear added itself to the mix. Then Undyne's scent mingled with his. I growled. M I N E.