Just Good Enough

Chapter 5

Frisk’s POV

He had stopped barking……. There was only slight….. Mushy sounds…. I didn’t want to turn around….. I was deathly afraid of what I’d see…. I knew it wasn’t anything good because…. The man with the hat had let the doberman go...But I turned around anyway.…. There, with fear and what seemed like betrayal frozen on her face, at the mercy of the doberman was Little Miss……

It was horrifying…. The doberman’s snout was buried in her stomach, and a majority of the ground around them was coated with a dark, thick red blood…. Little Miss’s blood… I felt like screaming…. And crying……

I hadn’t even given her a nickname yet…. She hadn’t gotten to use her bed…… All she had ever eaten was soup…. She protected me from bugs and this…. This is what she had gotten in return….  The dog had removed it’s mouth from the corpse and I almost vomited at the sight.

‘So she was pregnant…..’ I thought, Choking back a sob. My eyes were brimmed with tears but that hadn’t stopped me from hardening them and screaming. I lunged at the dog and out of anger, and I stabbed it. It was a direct hit, just under the ribs and the dog yelped as I pulled the knife out and stabbed it once more in the heart, twisting the knife. The dog had almost instantly passed out and the guilt of it was starting to nip at me. But just like I had with everything else, I pushed it back down….

    It was silent for a moment. I had turned back to Asriel to see that even he was a bit shocked. I had smirked to myself and stood, feeling an excitement rise in me that I wasn’t really a big fan of. I had grown inhumane strength and had pinned the fucker to the wall…. He caused a lot of shit in my life….. He caused my only friend’s death just now… So he would pay…

    Just like he had done to me, I pinned him to the wall with a hand on his neck. His unfair advantage was claws but I didn’t care. I knew he was struggling for air, and the fear in his eyes made the blood and the scars forming on my hand so very worth it….. What pulled my last straw was probably when his claws fell across my face. My face had turned in the direction he had hit and something had snapped.

    Warm blood trickled down my face and my only reaction was to laugh.. He stopped moving and just stared with wide eyes… It must have finally gotten to him that I wasn’t somebody to fuck with…. I turned back to him and my grip on his throat had only tightened. He began coughing and I growled.

“Listen Prince flower power….. I’ve had enough of your shit alright…? It’s about fucking time you pay for your end…... “

    Right then I was going to kill him… In fact it was all I could think about, but that twisted voice inside my head that lusted for his blood was creeping me the fuck out and I didn’t need whatever chain of events that it could set off.. So I turned to the henchmen…

“I’m only gonna say this Once…… Tell him, I said that He’ll have to work for what he wants…. That he can’t send twinkletoes here out to get me…. And when he decides to finally get off his lazy, scientific ass…. That I’ll be waiting….. And if I see Any of you again…. I won’t be so kind as to let you go…..”

    I let Asriel go, knowing that he had passed out just seconds ago and let him fall to the ground. "Do I make myself clear, boys…?” I asked. They both nodded quickly and took a step back. “Good…. Now get him the fuck out of here…... “ I snarled, walking back over to the cart. I heard quick shuffling feet and from the corner of my eye, I watched the two lift Asriel and Carry him away. While they were still in sight, I wiped the blood from my knife, onto my shirt. I didn’t care…. It was dirty and ripped anyway….

    As soon as they disappeared I had glanced to Little Miss and fell to my knees. I felt the tears prick at my eyes as well as a bit of guilt. She had trusted me to help her but I didn’t. I couldn’t.. I was too weak to do so. I hadn’t even heard her cries. Leaking from her ripped open stomach were eight baby kittens, well…. Seven and a half….. about 2 months….  That was….. 10 lives taken away because of me….

    I don’t know how long I sat there crying…. Ten? Perhaps twenty minutes? I felt horrible. I didn’t want to admit that she was actually gone. She was the only friendly living interaction I’d had in months… perhaps a year or two….. And now she was dead, simply because I wasn’t quick enough.  After I had calmed and my sobs were quieted to sniffles, I entered the store again, exiting with a blanket, a shovel, and a six pack… It was still mid day so why not dedicate the rest of my time that day to Little Miss right?

    After about two hours, there was a six foot hole dug and about three drinks were gone.  I had set the black bed in the hole and had scooped Little Miss up with the shovel. Before setting her and the eight other corpses in the hole, I had given her head one last pet, scratching her ear. Her head was untouched, and I guided her eyes until they shut. I teared up again, but sucking it up I lowered her in and draped the blanket over her, and began to shovel the dirt back over her…. By the end of the day, It hole was filled, and she was safe.