A Flicker of Light

Goat Mom

We start to walk along the broken path toward her home. Her hand is soft and warm and her eyes glow with comfort and affection. She is the most caring person I have ever met, yet I feel the need to kill her. I want to drive a knife through her heart, but I want her to be my mom, my goat mom.

Her purple robe drags along the concrete and comes to a halt in front of a practice dummy. Her eyes come close to mine, and she begins instructions in a tone as sweet as pie

"Well then, I would like you to talk with the dummy so you may wait for me to intervene. I will always come to your aid. Are you ready?"

I quickly reply with a simple yes and begin. I try to talk to the dummy, but my mind has other thoughts. I dash toward the dummy and slash it's chest with my trusty stick, and the dummy disintegrates. I can't even trust my determination to push anymore. My mind will just turn my thoughts of rebellion into its own sick, twisted form of determination until my very soul disintegrates just as the dummy did.

Toriel's eyes grow worried as she watches me "slay" the dummy.

"Well dear, that certainly was a... different way of approaching it. Let's continue on to the house for some delicious pie, shall we?"

Her voice carries me the rest of the way home and I am lead to a room of my very own. It is filled with this and that, but it all meshes together like pieces of a puzzle. Everything seems to fit, and once again feels strangely and vaguely familiar, like I have been in this room once before.

I open a near by toy chest to find something odd. It was not filled with toys, but with shoes. About six pairs to be precise. A pair of yellow shoes, green shoes, blue shoes, orange shoes, purple shoes, and turquoise shoes, each belonging to a child around my age. It seems she had many children before I fell down here, or maybe I'm not the first child to have done so. Maybe this CHARA girl was one of the girls who fell down here, and one of the girls who escaped, or worse.

I eventually crawled into the bed fitted into the side of the room, and fell asleep in the comfy sheets. I felt like I was floating on air. The bed was like a fluffy cloud and me a glowing spectator eagerly laying on the puff of cloud. 

When I woke, the sky was pitch black and the moon shine through my window. I stepped off the bed and almost stumbled onto a plate of pie. Butterscotch cinnamon pie. I guess my preference didn't matter in the end. I took a quick bite and saved the rest in a small pack Toriel left in the room for me.

When I found Toriel, she was reading a book about snails, and was saddened to hear I wanted to leave.

"Haven't I given you a good place to stay? You will never be close to getting back to the human world, so I have given you the best of homes. Now, I have some business to attend to downstairs. Please go to bed dear."

Her voice soothed me, but I was yearning to kill. I wanted to kill, like my murderous brain told me to, I was almost at my breaking point. I rushed down the stairs to apologize, and was only met by a slowly angered Toriel repeatedly telling me to go to bed. I kept following her, and we eventually got to the gate to exit the ruins.

"I will blow the only exit from the ruins down this instant, so that you and no other children may feel the need to escape."

I stepped closer, as if challenging her decision. Wrong choice.

"Well, if it's going to be like that, I want you to fight me. Show me you're strong enough to face the world beyond this door. Show me or stay."

I gulped and let a singular tear fall, to show somewhere inside, I am still the girl I was. My mind reacted in the strangest of ways, it started to mercy against Toriel. She kept throwing punches and pellets and we dodged with ease, yet my mind allowed me to mercy. I couldn't believe it, and the more showed mercy, the closer she came to surrendering.

"My child, how could I have ever fought you?"

She went for a hug, but my mind threw a curveball. I jabbed a toy knife I had found in my room in her chest, and dragged it across her body. She lay speechless as she disintegrated away into nothing. Her last words hit me hard, and turned my brain pure black.

"You're a monster, Frisk"