An Echotale One shot
a love story and action/adventure
first person POV (alternating)
its my first time writing one of these so..... enjoy
Please don't mind any spelling mistakes xD
When I woke up I didn't know anything accept the pain I felt. Hell even the second I was even the tiniest bit awake, I felt instant pain. It hurt to breath, It hurt to move at all. It was then that I'd remembered the beating I had received from the monster that Gaster had created.
My eyes shot open in alarm when I recognized a bed underneath my body rather than snow. It was hard to see though because there was only darkness, and the outline of a door. From what I could tell, It had led into snowdin.
I stood, a string lazily tapping my head and out of curiosity, I pulled it. I winced at the light that had seemed to be as bright as the sun when it was triggered. I glanced down to find an old, ratty mattress and tools of all sorts.
'Did he really throw me into his shed?' I questioned myself.
I didn't even bother with the door. As it had a lock on it. With a loud sigh and an annoying pain in my stomach, I laid back down on the old mattress. The mattress was against the wall so I had taken advantage of it, pressing my back to the wall.
This wasn't how I'd planned this at all... Even if I had prepared for the chance of monsters being down here, I hadn't planned on being captured. I'd looked around to see that he'd confiscated my bag... That had my food and water and water purification tablets and phone and knife and... and...
I felt like crying. I had to spend my time in this nasty shed.... With dust filled air... In silence.... This was solitary confinement wasn't it? That skeleton would've had a body to clean up If I had found a rope. He seemed to have removed the most dangerous tools from the shed. Probably for his own safety.
That was when I spotted a tray of food on a chair to my left, as well as a note. I crawled over to it and smiled to myself. Spaghetti.... I had only imagined that Paps had made it. Did that mean he was down here? Was he living with that.... Thing? No... Flowey said it was only He and Sans..
So how old was this spaghetti?
I couldn't bring myself to eat it. I didn't trust Sans let alone some old ass spaghetti he'd probably found in his fridge. So rather than eating I had picked up the note. The thing had nice handwriting, I'd give him that.
Human
I found this in the fridge. Eat it to restore your energy for you will need it when come to speak with you. I will answer your questions in trade for answers to mine. One wrong move, and I'll take pleasure in beating you to death. Be ready
He didn't leave a name. Not that he had to. I refused to call him sans and I didn't think he'd enjoy being called "Abomination" to his face. I'd decided on Calling him edgy. It was semi-offensive and also held some truth.
Sighing, I set the note back on the tray, Going back to my original position against the wall. I pulled my knees up to my chest and waited patiently for the door to give off so much as a squeak.
My mind began to spin around what he would speak with me about. What questions was he planning to ask? What did he want from me? Would he use me as his slave- wait..... He was a skeleton, what in the hell would he use a sex slave for? Touch his rib cage?
The thought made me giggle and to make myself feel better I continued to come up with silly scenarios for a skeleton to go through. How would they choke on food? Or eat at all? Could you kick where their balls would be and would it hurt? I'd probably try to find out.
Did he seriously think I would Give in so easily? I knew how to use magic. Gaster beat it into activation before I left. I would fight him, without a care in the world about the pain. He didn't know I was planning to die whether it was by his hand, or my own.
It would be easy for him too as long as he didn't know who I truly was. I wouldn't tell him and I trusted Flowey wouldn't either. I couldn't know for sure though. Flowey had seemed really upset about the whole suicide thing. Would he be selfish? And tell this monster?
Probably not. If flowey was anything like he used to be, He wouldn't tell. I hoped his changes weren't as drastic as Sans', If that were the case, then I didn't even know Flowey anymore. I really didn't acknowledge it but even I had majorly changed. It was an effect of the war.
After a while there was a knock on the shed door and it unlocked, and opened. Edgy had entered and locked the door behind him before peering at me. He glanced at the tray and sighed in disappointment. He slowly approached it and swiped it off the chair and onto the floor in anger. It startled me and I'd missed my knife. He sat in the tray's place and leaned forward, rubbing his skull. "Alright princess let's talk"
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