Underfell

Part 7

"Smell that?" Asked Toriel aggressively. "That's the smell of a flesh pie." She said flashing a yellowed, pointy smile. I scrunched up my nose. It was the worst smell imaginable. Like a rotting animal corpse which had halitosis in its lifetime. "Come, come" said Toriel briskly, practically dragging me across the creaky wooden floorboards. "This is a room for you!" She shrieked. "Well, don't get comfy." She said and sped off into the kitchen. Ha. Don't get comfy. What a silly joke, I thought happily. The room reeked of mould but it was a cozy little room, definitely suited for a child. I leaped onto the bed hoping for a soft, cushiony landing, but was instead welcomed by a spring stabbing into my side. A cloud of dust hovered around my toes as I stepped onto the patterned rug. Not exactly luxurious, but it reminded me of home. "Hang on," I said to myself out loud. "Where was my home?" An image of a small house flashed through my mind and disappeared as fast as it came. Huh. The moment of deja vu was suddenly interrupted when a rancid smell hit my nostrils. A single slice of pie was sitting at the edge of the faded scarlet dresser. Must have been placed there by magic, probably by toriel. I plugged my nose and slid it into my bag to escape the awful aroma. The candles in the room where butning the last of the wax and the room was begining to seep with dark shadows. After quickly but thoroughly examining everything in the room I peeked my head out the door and into the hallway to the entrance. I strode down the hall to the unexplored room to the left of the entrance hall hearing a Psst sound as I passed the staircase leading down. On entering what appeared to be a half dining half living room a floorboard underneath my toes let out a loud groan "Kid." came Toriels crackly voice from a large armchair facing a fire. "What're you still doing here?" A frown crossed my face. "Had she meant it when she said don't get comfy. "I uh-" "Did you eat the pie I sent to your room?" She asked "Well I mean I wasn't very hungry and I'm not really a pie fan and-" I babbled trying not to sound rude. "Maybe it detects the poison..." She whispered in a harsh croak. "I'm sorry wha-" "Shut Up You Fool It's Right There!" She whispered again slapping the armrest. Her voice seemed strangley distorted and deep "Toriel" I whispered my throat closing in. Her head whipped around to stare at me her tiny pupils vibrating against her giant yellow eyeballs. There was a slience as she stared into my eyes and then she whipped her face back towards the flames. "What's it asking us about?" She muttered hoarsely. By now the only light was from the now dim fire, the back of Toriels chair slowly becoming darker and darker, sillouetted against the cooling coals. "I don't know..." She hissed. "Let us ask it. Shall we?" Suddenly her neck cracked sideways, her expression unreadable in the coming darkness. "C o m e , c l o s e ." She whispered her voice no longer hers but more like the crackling of the fire. "C o m e h e r e c h i l d ." She croaked again. I began to mutter objections saying it was way past my bedtime, but the words got stuck in my chest, so I stood there, mouth moving at top speed but no noise came out. She turned her neck more so I could see her yellow, now pupilless eyes were glowing eerily in the darkness. "What's that?" She growled her voice deeper than any full grown man's and distorted to sound like a demons."Past your bedtime?" She barked. Had she heard me say that? Even I hadn't heard the words leave my lips. "Nonsense" she boomed. "Why, it's barely even-" she lifted her giant bony fingers above her head and after much anticipation and eerie silence she snapped her fingers and, most likely by magic, the fire extinguished itself, plunging everything into pitch black. "-Barely even dark."