"Knock Knock" | A HorrorTale Short Story

04 | An Alliance With A Skeleton

Dragging.

That's the only thing my half-conscious mind could pick up. I was being dragged. And detecting from the cold, I'd assume I was being dragged through the snow. So I wasn't dead . . . yet.

I struggled to open my eyes but found that they seemed to be frozen shut. Can the cold really do that? I also found that my body wouldn't react to my wishes, my muscles seeming to be frozen as well. So I started using my other senses and happily found that they were working just fine.

I could smell blood, fresh blood, and it seemed to be coming from the person who was dragging me. I could feel the cold -- obviously -- but I could also feel the hands that were dragging me, cold just like the snow and bony. Since my sight wasn't working, I'd assume the monster was a skeleton. My hearing could pick up talking in the distance and even a few screams. I couldn't taste anything except for the blood in my mouth that had probably come from either biting my tongue or the inside of my cheek.

Wait, I could feel something else. Shuffling inside my jacket. Flowey! I almost forgot about my flower companion! Flowey seemed to be shivering against my side, his frail body trying to keep warm up against mine. Poor thing, I wish I could wrap him in a hug to keep him warm but currently I couldn't do that.

To pass the time of being dragged to some unknown location, I started trying to move my muscles. I started with my feet first since my hands were pretty much useless with the tight grip of my dragger grabbing them. After a few tries, I was finally successful in shifting my foot around. The other foot shifted too so I started working on my legs. I slowly managed to bend my knee then the other, my legs starting to get feeling in them just like my feet.

By the time I was able to move most of my body, the dragging stopped and I could hear the sound of frustrated muttering and the sound of a doorknob being turned. I was suddenly picked up and was thrown into some unknown location, landing on the hard dirt floor with an oof! I kept my body still to make it seem like I was still unconscious and silently smiled when I heard the door that had been opened closing and footsteps shuffling away.

A slowly got the rest of my body to move and finally opened my eyes, seeing that I was in some sort of shed with horrific looking weapons dangling on the walls with dry blood on them. I sat up and started brushing the snow off my body, a small grunt from inside my jacket reminding me that I had someone with me. 

"Flowey!" I whisper-yelled, opening my jacket and hugging the cyclops flower. He let out a yelp in surprise but hugged me back, is body shivering from fear and the cold. "Where are we?" I asked, looking around the shed for any loose boards on the wall that I could use to look through and escape. "I fear we're in the custody of monsters even worse than Toriel," Flowey whimpered, staring at the weapons in the wall with a wide eye. "The skeleton brothers."

So it had been a skeleton that was dragging me, but which one? "Did you see the skeleton that was dragging me?" I asked. Flowey nodded. "It was Sans, I'm actually surprised he didn't kill you on the spot." Flowey's eye suddenly widened and he whimpered. "He's probably locked you in here so that he can torture you later!" He shrieked, fright starting to take over.

I patted his petals soothingly and held him close, his shuddering starting to stop and his breathing going back to normal. "Nobody is getting tortured anytime soon," I said, spotting a loose board in the wall. "Not if I have anything to do with it."

I put Flowey back in the hood of my jacket and stood up, walking over to the loose board and wrapping my fingers around it. I started to pull, the board slowly detaching itself from the wall with its nails pulled out along with it. I tossed the board to the side then started tearing out the other boards around it to finally make a hole wide enough to crawl through.