What Went Wrong?

Chapter 5

Screams. Screams echo and for a moment their distant my vision is blurry. Everything seemed so slow and lethargic. Then everything caught up with time and sound hit me like a ruler against my knuckles. Children where running all over the orphanage screaming in terror as bombs rained from the sky above and nuns barked orders at us to go to the cellar, save ourselves.

I seemed to be the only kid not freaking out. I listened to their orders, I was likely the only one who even heard them. I ran through the halls kicking down the little kids in my way. As I ran past the kitchen, I suddenly came to a screeching halt. I made the decision to slam open the door and grab a knife that was laying on the counter. It was sharp, shiny, and slick.

I finally reached the cellar door and heaved the heavy solid oak door open. A bomb went off right behind me and I went flying into the cellar. The door was still wide open but I was too terrified to crawl back up the stairs to close them, instead I rolled over to the dark corner and covered my head with my hands a shook in fear. The bombs sounded louder and louder and I could feel the buildings crumbling.

I must have blacked out before when I opened my eyes, everything was deafeningly silent, not a single noice sounded. The cellar was covered in thick dust and smoke particles. Not even my own feet made a crunch as I stood up, knife in hand, and climbed the stairs. I got to the second stair to the top and step on uneven ground. I look down and my face contorted, mortified!

There lay a nun with her neck bent at an odd angle towards the right. Blood seeped down the stairs and her eyes, haunted me, glossy glass like orbs stared off into the dark cloudy cellar. Her back opened up, a large gash cut from the top of her head down to her tail bone. I bent down to examine her closely, she was the nun who beat me the other day for not doing my homework... she was a bitch. I take closer look at her back, the layers of the skin was exciting to see in person, Epidermis, Dermis, Subcutaneous Tissue... then the muscle layer... then the stringy tendons and backbone disks... then the snapped backbone. I smile at the bitches dead body.

Everything was bloody and reeked of metallic blood except for the pearly white backbone. I reached out my hand and lifted the backbone into a very odd angle that definitely didn't look right. The bone was almost scale like and rigid. How weird. I stand up feeling no remorse and walked up the rest of the stairs.

I looked around and see an almost completely collapsed building. Bodies of births nuns and children litter the halls. Blood splatter painted everything. I walk slowly and carefully on top of bodies and examine the area. I see a few bodies twitch here and there... but I wasn't about to go out of my watch to help those assholes.

Eventually I come across my favorite nun. She was kind to me. She let me skip homework if I wasn't feeling well. She talked to me like I wasn't a sadistic freak. She tried to comfort me when I cried. And her legs were currently smashed underneath a huge cement slab. I frowned... it didn't want her to suffer. I could hear her voice yelping at me in pain and panic, "HELP ME!! Chara, sweetheart, please!" Her desperate cries made me smile.

I bent down towards her face and pet her hair and hummed one of her favorite tunes. She seemed to calm down a bit. I pulled out my knife slowly after I finished the song and she stared up at me in horror. Her eyes widened, batting between my crimson eyes and the sharp knife raise in my hand. She cried, "C-Chara... what are you d-doing?! STOP! S-stop this instant! C-Chara?!"

She screamed and wriggled around as I dropped to my knees and slashed at her stomach. I kept slamming down my knife. Up and down, up and down, soon grasping it with both hands and violently stabbing up and down, up and down. Blood splattered my face, clothes, and everywhere around me. After what felt like ages I stopped. I was out of breath. I struggled to stand up and I stubbled backwards as I look down at what used to look like a nun. Now it was just blood, bone, and muscles. I thought about how overkill I went with my stabbing spree. I reached down and bone a part of her rib cage off and held onto the broken piece and kept it as a souvenir.

I climbed over the cement slab her leg were stuck under and continued towards the exit of the large orphanage facility. Where the doors to the exit used to be was a twitching body of my class bully. I closed my eyes and remembered his shoving me in the classroom closet, dumbing acids in my hair, throwing rocks at me, beating the shit out of me after class. When I opened them I let my anger shutter through my body and I lifted my heeled leather boots and slammed their down onto his skull. I repeated the process until I heard his skull bones crunch and grind on the concrete. I continued to jump up and down on his head until his brains were nothing up mush. I smiled.

Two mercy kills, I remember thinking. I didn't kill them on purpose, they both would have died anyways. I just showed them mercy! If anything they would be thanking me for putting them out of their misery. Right?! They both would have died, right? No, I'm right! Of course I'm right... right? I walked away from that facility without looking back and couldn't help but continue to question myself if they would have lived or not.

I'm underneath the large table, huddled in a small ball. My eyes sting with tears and I look over to see my white knuckles tightly holding onto my knife. Tears streak my face and I let out a terrible sob. Asgore and Toriel were both on the floor calling my name gently trying to calm me down.

Toriel whispers, "Child, please Chara, my child, come on out from under the table. You truly are okay with us. We didn't mean any harm!"

Asgore adds, "Please Chara, I understand we had a bad start but let us start new with you as our adoptive daughter. We promise you a good and better life than the surface, with what I'm gathering you're life up there wasn't so great. It's obvious that you've seen horrors that are too great for you to speak of. But please, let us give you a break and a good life down here."

I wipe my eyes with my free hand and look back and forth between Toriel and Asgore. They both were telling the truth, I could see it in their eyes. I nod but don't come out from under the table.

Toriel speaks after a minute of silence, "Okay, Child? Come out from under that table please." She holds out her large paw like hand, and I take it with my free hand. She skids me our from the table and I stand up.

I look down, refusing to loom either of the kneeling goats into front of me in the eyes. I feel the knife leave my hand as Toriel reaches out and gentlest slides it from my tight grasp.

Asgore puts on hand on my shoulder and says, "Look, Chara, you don't have to calls us mom and dad if you wouldn't like to you can just call us-"

"I love you both..." I interrupt Asgore with a hug to both of them and these words.

After a bit of shock, Toriel and Asgore returned the hug to me. I heard a chair shoot out and another person join our little hug circle. Asriel, Toriel, and Asgore hug me tightly as if they never want to let go. I weep into their shoulders wondering what I did to deserve this undoubtedly amazing love.

Between sobs and hiccups I peep out, "W-why are you being s-so nice to me?!"

Toriel responded with, "Because we're a family. And family looks out for one another thick and thin." We sat there hugging for who knows how long.