Short stories, Rants, And Small unfinished stories and rants

Before The Story (Fairy Tale)

Rain poured across the pavement as frisk ran to deliver the last couple of pastry's to someone who lived near the mountain of mount  Ebott. Their wings were caked in mud and leeches that they had to remove the suckers with their fingernails.

The piercing pain in thier veins caused them to stop taking them off. Stupid leeches. They thought irritated as they head in for shelter by the house and knocked on the door. "Delivery!" They yelled out to the person inside.

.......

Nobody answered

They knocked again, roughly this time. "Delivery for Delia weschest!" Again, no one answered. They called the customer with thier wooden stick that worked as a communication device. "Hello?" They spoke, but only could hear breathing and whispers, they ended the call and ran back into their tracks something pulled them towards the doorway. They screamed but no one came, they were to far from everyone else to hear the alarm in their voice.

Desperately digging their nails into the ground in resistance, but the force only pulled harder to drag them, finding a tree, frisk embraced the trunk tightly before they were any closer to the house. It stopped persisting and instead latched onto a wing with the leeches still attached, causing immediate pain they were forced to detach themselves from the trunk, scraping the ground and screaming in agony.

But...

Nobody came.....

Vine's ruthlessly hauled them up the stone steps, causing hot dark purple blood to trickle down their face spots of black block thier vision, pain was the only thing clouding their thoughts. Not being able to deal with anymore torture, they felt their eyes close as if this was a nightmare to wake up from.

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"Your okay, my child." Says a soft and gentle voice.
Frisk jolted up, breathing heavily, reaching for anything that could be a weapon, but thier hands shook violently. Instead, they firmly but lightly grasped the blanket that was placed on top of them and hid themselves under it as if they were five years old, despite the elevated leg. A muffled gentle voice reassured them that they wouldn't hurt them. "I'm not going to hurt you child," she said, although it didn't help with the confusion and cold shivering they felt in thier body, at least the blanket was warm. 

The person sighs, risking a brisk peak underneath the blanket, the goat monster realized that frisks head was bleeding through the bandages. "Let me get new clothes and bandages, dearest one."  She rushed out the room.

Frisk reached up to touch thier head, and it came away dark purple and let out a small relieved huff of a breath. They were alive! Even so, stick communication device had broke into three. Hands scarred,  wrist and arms and legs possibly sprained since it they were elevated, cotton ball in the right ear that felt sticky.

They tried to move thier wings, they flit momentarily before settling the throbbing wings back down.

The goat lady returned with tea and chocolate chip cookies on a tray. "Are... Are you going to eat me?" They asked, eyeing the tray of food skeptically. To thier surprise, the monster laughed. "Of course not child! I don't eat elves for breakfast!"

"Then... how long have I been here?"

The monster winces, then sighs. "A couple of days, you need at least one to two weeks to heal from a fall that high." She announces, placing the tray down to remove the bloody bandages and replace it with new ones carefully.

Although the kind monster was gentle, it felt very painful when she lifted thier head to wrap it securely around the back of their head. Then, the words of what she said weighed down on them. "What?"

"I was trying to heal you as quickly as possible with magic to make the process easier and faster but you still need to heal on your own without it."

"But still, I just felt like it was just a nightmare."

She frowns, then smiles in nostalgia. "That's what the other six had said." Frisk knew what she meant, a legend so old. It was hard to believe that six elven children came and followed the same fate.

Another thought came into thier mind, vines.

"What about those vines that dragged me down?" The goat made a face that was indescribable, then she turned to the window beside frisk and peered through the blinds. "It's getting worse- it's not safe for you to go out right now." She told them.

Slowly, craning thier neck to see the outside the monster opened the blind fully for them. Vines everywhere, green gas and spikes and barbed wires sprawled across the ground in a disorganized manner; they could see fog.

They could only utter, quivering thier lips, they said in a timid tone. "Will I ever get back?" The lady pressed her lid into a thin line, she knew what frisk meant but she couldn't leave the child alone in danger.

"No." She admitted with qualm.

Streaks of water fell down thier face, unable to find any more words. So instead, they looked At the ceiling for comfort.

The lady sat down carefully next to frisk, placing one hand on thier hair, stroking it. "Not without me."

They couldn't help it, they had a way out, even if it meant it was with a monster no less.

"What's your name?" They breathed.

"Skyler, call me Skyler." 

It took them a moment to find the words and they found the courage to mutter, "Skyler..."

"Thank you."