"Knock Knock" | A HorrorTale Short Story

03 | Escaping The Ruins

After scavenging the room for supplies that I might need outside of The Ruins, Flowey and I started making a plan while I sorted through and organized the stuff I had found.

"So you know when Toriel goes to sleep?" I asked while checking a large black jacket with fur on the hood for holes. "Yes, it's around ten minutes after the clock chimes in the living room." Flowey said, trying to climb inside a sock with a large hole where the toes should be. I looked up from the black jacket and at Flowey. "How do you know all this?"

Flowey managed to wiggle inside the sock so that it fit snug around his stem like his own little coat. "I have to know, Toriel is one of the only ones here in the Underground who still has human blood to drink from her pies." He flinched. "Sorry, I just, really needed it at the time." He turned his head in shame, his petals drooping a bit.

I smiled and patted his petals, making his head turn and his large green eye focus on me. "Look, from what you told me earlier about hope, determination, and all that jazz, I won't judge you for how you acted in the past. You're good now, and that's all that matters." Flowey's petals perked up at my words and I could imagine a large smile would probably be on his face.

"You're one of the most understanding humans I have ever met! Thank you, Y/N." I accepted his compliment with a smile. "Your welcome, I guess, but c'mon, if we wanna leave her tonight then we better hurry and get this stuff packed."

I turned from the bed where I had been looking through clothes and opened up the desk to see what was inside. There was a lot of useless things like erasers or old drawings, but I noticed the sharp glint of scissors sitting next to a small cluster of pencils and pens. I grabbed the scissors and looked at the blades, seeing that they were quite sharp and would be very useful if I ever had to defend myself.

I closed the desk drawer and set the scissors on the bed next to the black jacket. I walked back over to the closet and starting shifting through the clothes inside until I found dark jeans that were close to my size and a dark F/C shirt that was a bit big on me. I grabbed the two articles of clothing and set them next to the jacket and scissors, realizing that I didn't have any shoes.

Turning back to the closet and looking through it one more time, all I found were a pair of mis-matched socks. "Hey Flowey," I said, putting the socks on over my bare feet. "Yeah?" He asked, looking over at me. "Do you know where any shoes my size would be?" Flowey thought for a moment before turning to the bedroom door. "Toriel keeps the shoes of every child that has fallen down in the living room next to the fireplace, I'm sure you'll be able to find a pair that fits you." I nodded and picked up the shirt, about to take my nightdress off when I realized Flowey was still there.

"Uh, could you turn around so I can change?" I asked sheepishly, Flowey nodding and turning around to give me privacy.

I took off the tattered nightdress and stuffed it into the closet behind a bunch of other clothes before pulling on the dark F/C shirt and dark jeans. I grabbed the black jacket and slipped that on as well before putting the scissors in my pocket and a flashlight that I had found under the bed.

"Alright, I'm changed." I said, walking over to Flowey so that he could wrap his roots around my arm. After he was secured to my arm and snuggled into the hood of my jacket with a sock as his own coat, I headed to the bedroom door and crouched down next to the lock.

"My dad taught me this trick in case my mom ever locked me in my room," I muttered to no one in particular while using my fingernail to stick it into the lock and twist it around until it caught onto a familiar gear and clicked. I continued to use my fingernail to find the right gears that would unlock the door until I heard the satisfying sound of the last click and the door was unlocked. "Bingo." I whispered, slowly turning the knob so that it wouldn't make any noise.