A Dual Soul (An Undertale Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

[Unknown Human's POV]

I awoke with a small feeling of de ja vu. I sat up and looked around my room. It was large but mostly empty. My clothes and other garbage lay scattered around my room, forgotten. I recited an old story my parents told me when I was young. It was about monsters living in Mt. Ebott. I always thought it was silly and impossible, but now a days, with boredom constantly taking over, it was a nice break. I was about to grab a book when I heard a knock at the door. When I opened the door it was not a sight for sore eyes in the least.

It was an enemy worse than death himself. Child Services.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a girl named... Cinder?" the woman said.

"Th-that's me..." I replied.

"Where are your guardians?" she asked.

"He's at work right now..." I answered.

"Why aren't you in school?" she continued to question.

"He lets me home school myself..." I said.

"How come there are no records of your education then?" she asked.

"... I... don't know how to submit it..." I replied.

"Well, first you don't really 'submit' it and... I have some bad news." the woman finished gravely.

"...What is it...?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Your... f-... guardian... got in a crash on his way to work..." she said and looked at away from my face. I stood for a second.

"...What...?" My voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry." She looked down. I stood there, not in grief or shock, but in despair. He was gone which meant I was an orphan. Again. I took a deep breath and schooled my features into neutrality. I huffed it out silently and put a hand to my face.

"Go pack your things." She said it as if she were grieving for me.

I had been with my most recent guardian for about a year, but I had never really been trying to get close to him. I knew history would repeat itself and send me back. Why? Why is it always me?

 I walked into my room and grabbed my old backpack. Back when I went to school. Truth be told my guardian didn't give two hoots if I went to school or not. He just cared if I messed with his work. I threw in my beanie and looked around the room I had slept in for a year. I sighed and put on my red hoodie. My old scarf was in the large front pocket. I pulled it out and stuffed it into my backpack. I was about to grab the bag when I sat down, my hand covering my face. I laughed and tried to hold back tears. I would have to go back to that hell. I would be treated as if I were subhuman and fear for my life every second of the day. I would get little to no sleep and wish for death. I flinched as the sound of bones breaking and laughter echoed eerily in my mind.

I took a deep breath and stood. I pushed all my feelings deep down and made my face blank. I picked up the bag and walked downstairs calmly. The woman stood when I reached the bottom of the steps. I completely disregarded the clothes and things in the room.

"You ready?" She asked the question carefully as if I would shatter if she said the wrong thing. I just nodded.

"Alright. Come on." The woman said and walked outside.

She walked over to her car and got in on the driver's side. I got in the back on the passenger's side. I looked out the window as the woman started the engine. She drove off and I watched the house disappear. I sighed and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the hell up ahead. The woman finally stopped and I opened my eyes. The pristine building of the orphanage loomed above us. She turned off the engine and I got out. I took in a deep breath and held it, counting to twenty. I released it and followed the woman into the building.