Drafts and unfinished books/parts of books

[Undertale] Old Home

You're venturing around town with Sans after escaping the Underground. He's chatting on, cracking jokes, the usual. He takes a moment to realize you had stopped walking a moment ago, fixated on a house that seemed.. different

*everything.. ok kid?

Your silence tells him all he needs to know.

*reckon you know the place?

Again, your silence is deafening. Almost without thinking, you start to walk towards the house. It's old, and looks like it hasn't seen life in ages. Sans was right behind you.

*hey, kid.. maybe its just me, but i don't think breaking and entering is a very good idea. jus' sayin-

You look back to him with a look he can't really place.. forlorn? Sad? Just upset? He can't seem to tell, but it shuts him up, and he steps closer as you go to turn the knob. Surprisingly, it's unlocked.

You take a moment to look around. Everything was worn, and faded.. it takes a moment to set in just what it all looks like now.. different than how you remember.. Sans stays respectfully quiet.

You take a gander through a handful of rooms, the living room.. old and dusty, each step kicking up a small cloud of dust and dandruff from the old carpet. The kitchen, almost seeming frozen in time, with peeling wallpaper.

Sans only follows you upstairs, catching the look on your face as you stand in front of your childhood bedroom door.

*c'mon kid.. we don't have to stay in here.. heh, i'm sure Paps is getting worried about us.

You hesitate, but push the door open, a chill going up your spine as the old hinges groan. Your old room.. it looks identical to how you left it that fateful day you left the house and fell into Mt. Ebbott.. dusty toys, some knocked over in the midst of play.. old drawings scratched in crayons, and your dusty, old bed, blankets thrown off lopsidedly from that morning you rolled out of bed.. you physically recoil as memories suddenly begin flooding back.

Your friends coming over to play.. the nights you'd run to your parents room after a nightmare.. the other nights you'd hide under your bed, or in the closet hearing them fight.. it all looked exactly the same.. running to the other rooms, throwing the doors open, and.. empty.. bare.. nothing but wall paper and fixtures.. your family and friends didn't just leave.. they forgot you.. tears quickly well in your eyes and you drop to the floor like a sack of boulders, sobbing uncontrollably.

Sans flinching at the reaction, but quickly stepping up to comfort you. He seems worried.

*hey kid.. shh.. there there.. its okay..

*its.. it'll be okay.. c'mon..

He tugs at your shoulder and motions for the door. His naturally tired expression shifting to a more comforting look.

*lets get you home.. i'll get tori to bake us some pies..