A Glitch In Time (An Undertale Story)// DISCONTINUED

Chapter Three: Sick

I woke with a start. My heart was racing, which didn't help the fact I was panting. Sweat dripped down my forehead. Even though I wouldn't consider what just happened as a nightmare, it just felt so...realistic.

After staring at the wall in front of me for a few minutes, I got the distinct feeling of being watched. I whipped my head around to see that my suspicions were confirmed. Due to the rising sun, I quickly made out the forms of the people standing beside my bedside were My siblings . There faces were shrouded with a mixture of concern, tiredness, and a hint of fear. While Aaron just stared at me blankly, Morgan had an arm wrapped around his shoulder and a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were clouded with tears.

"What are you doing awake already?" I asked them, sitting up in my quite comfortable bed. They seemed to jump a bit, surprised that a spoke after such a long silence.

"We got up when we heard you crying in your sleep," My little brother responded, rather bluntly. I felt cheeks and, sure enough, there was little wet streams coming from my eyes.

How peculiar, I thought, knowing I never cried; not even when my own mother died last evening.

"We weren't sure if we should have woken you up or not...you gave us quite a fright, Myra!" My older sister added. She let go of Aaron, leaned down, and engulfed me in an embrace. I quickly accepted, not wanting to be rude to her. My brother gave me a patient smile, which I returned, as well. We may be six years apart, but my brother was one of my two best friends. My sister, of course, being the other. She may be two years older, but that made us more relatable than my brother and I...apart from the fact that she was the same gender as me.

When my sister released me, I felt a small pang of hurt in my cheats that wasn't there before. I eventually put it off as nothing.

"You might want to get dressed soon," Morgan said. I only just now noticed that my siblings were fully clothed in their working outfits. "Father said last night, after you and Aaron went to sleep, that breakfast was to be at dawn. After breakfast, we will be going straight to the fields."

I nodded in anticipation. Out of the small portion of the village that were children, I was the only one that found joy in helping with harvest. There was little to do in general, and it helps me clear my head and focus on one thing at a time. I would be glad to put my mind and strength into pulling weeds...as long as I will forget my dream.

While Aaron and Morgan left the room to help Father set the table, I threw on my working clothes, which consisted of a straight, black dress and a white apron. I looked in my full body-length mirror, that was passed down to me from my grandmother before she passed away, to put my dirty blonde, shoulder-blade length hair into to braids. Before leaving the bedroom to go dine with my family, I stole one last glance in the mirror. What I saw nearly horrified me.

A girl stared back at me, but looked nothing like me. My face had an unbelievably pale complexion, which made the bag and dark circles stand out like a sore thumb. (lol I don't even understand this metaphor! 😂) My chest was heaving, looking like I was having trouble breathing. I didn't notice until now that I WAS having to take longer and deeper breaths to sooth my lungs' demands for air. My hair seemed to be fading of its light color, now almost a oaky shade of brown. After examining myself in the mirror for a while, a youthful and energetic Aaron popped his head through the door.

"Come on, Myra!" He whined, obviously eager to eat his fill of breakfast. "Father made eggs, sausage links, and bread with jam!" Hearing this exciting news, I raced down the stairs after my brother. Father had made my favorite, which he hardly ever does! The only exception being my birthday, of course.

When I reached the first floor of the house, I was nearly out of breath. To recover my stamina, I sat in my designated chair at the table and sat still. That is, until the food Aaron described to me was placed right in front of my eyes by my father. I looked up at his masculine face and  bared him a wide, toothy grin. He returned the favor with a smile and a lazy wink.

With the little strength I had left from running, I leaned over the table, grabbing some of everything, barely leaving anything left for the rest of my family. Knowing I would scarf most of the food, it was noticeable that my father had made extra. While patiently waiting for the others to grab their desired portions of food, so we could say grace, I slathered my bread in what was left of my mother's homemade grape jam. Boy, was I going to miss this creation.

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Soon, everyone had cleaned their plates. Clearly, I was the first to finish, but my family finished soon after. I offered to clean the dishes, but Father said we would just wait until after working in the fields, would we deal with washing. It was a bit of odd behavior for him, considering he's usually a perfectionist, but I let it slide; I could feel that I would need any energy I have while working in the fields.

Before heading out the door, Father handed us woven baskets. I have him a confused look, not sure what to do with it.

"They're for any plants that are ripen enough for picking" he answered my thoughts. As we walked out the door, I began to feel much more weary than I was a few minutes ago. The corners of my vision began to blur as I saw Morgan turn to me.

"Myra? Are you feeling alright? You don't look so good," she asked. I soon lost my footing and fell, the back of my skull being the first thing that hit the wooden porch of my house. My sister rushed to me and laid me in her lap, propping my head up with her knee. As I stared at the tears running down her face, I detected a liquidy  substance running from my nostrils. When I licked it, I picked up on a familiar taste, filling my tasted buds with rusty iron.

Right before everything went black, something came into realization: I had become infected with The Red Death.