Dusted Away (recontinued)

Chapter 3

Dustin's SOUL ran into one of the pellets, and he saw the bar go down to 1. Yep, he knew it was his health now. Then, Flowey's expression changed into an evil, sickening grin. "You idiot. In this world, it's kill or BE killed. Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this!?" Dustin then noticed that the box was being surrounded by the bullets. "Die." Flowey said, before letting out a maniacal laugh. Dustin moved his soul around and around, attempting to dodge the bullets as much as possible. Suddenly, a fireball came out of nowhere, and sent Flowey flying. It was Toriel! However, now was no time to be excited, because of all the stress of almost being killed, and what Flowey had said... Dustin started to hear voices in his head that had been there since he had fallen, but had not heard them until now. He knew nothing good was coming, and he knew he would soon be punished for what was to come. "My child! Are you alright? How could such a mean creature attack a poor child? Come on, I'll take you back to my home to rest." Dustin stayed quiet the entire time as they walked through the ruins and the various traps and puzzles that lie within them. By the time they had gotten back to Toriel's house, Dustin almost collapsed from exhaustion. "Before you go to bed, would you prefer butterscotch or cinnamon?" Toriel had asked. "Cinnamon, please." replied Dustin, before heading to the room Toriel gave him, where he lay in bed, wide awake, pondering to himself what was happening in his mind. He fell asleep soon after. When he awoke in the morning, he found a slice of cinnamon pie on his nightstand. He left his room, enjoying his pie, and headed into the living room, where Toriel was sat upon a chair, reading a book about snails. "Hey Toriel." Dustin said. "I got a question for ya." Toriel peaked her head up away from her book. "Oh? Do ask." "...How do you exit the ruins?" Toriel hesitated at the question. "I will answer in a moment, give me a minute to do something really quick."