A Feral Tale

A Feral Tale Ch.1

   Disclaimer I do not own Feraltale AU, but the specific version I'm basing this off of is Sketchy-Vore's version which I DO have permission to borrow though I'm going to make it as much mine as I can...

   Seeing as how FeralFell is going to be in here too~ And it's ONLY Amy in this story, no Angelo this time. Though Amy is still running from abuse, therefore that's how she gets into the Underground. As per usual, italics are thoughts. Italics like 'this' are a character writing if they are able to.

   WARNING this chapter may be a tad dark in themes with the whole death thing but keep in mind, victims of abuse often feel there's no other alternative for them. Amy does NOT die in this, but she HAD given up before falling into the Underground so yeah.

   That said, let's get on with this Feral Tale~ *pun intended*

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   "Get back here, you filthy excuse of a niece!" A male shouted behind me as I ran through Ebbot forest, desperately looking for escape. My abusive Uncle had finally snapped it seemed, when I came home from my part-time job as a barista at the Starbucks around the corner from my house. Ever since my parents passed away when I was a young child, he took me in as he was the only living relative I had apparently. Once I was old enough to work, he always took any money I made and spent it all on alcohol, drinking away the hours of the day. And whenever he got especially drunk, he'd beat me within an inch of my life for no apparent reason.

  "No! I never want to be anywhere near you again!" I shouted back at my Uncle, running towards the mountain at the edge of the forest. I kept running, panting heavily even as my legs felt like they were about to give out, but I didn't stop. I knew if I stopped, my Uncle would get me and likely not stop beating me this time until I was dead. I ran up the side of the mountain, only pausing for a moment to see if he was still following me.

   "Lousy little piece of-" 

   Guess he's really set on getting me this time if he's still following me, even with the rumours of people going missing on this mountain.

   I scrambled up the side of the mountain until I reached a flat area near the top. I noticed a hole in the ground, and slowly walked over, peering over the edge.

   "You made me chase you all the way up this damned mountain just to look down a bloody hole?!" My Uncle growled angrily from behind me. I spun around, eyes wide with fear.

   "Stop following me! I don't want to be anywhere near you, you monster!" I screamed at him.

   "Oh, I'm a monster? All I've ever done is care for you, Amyra~" he said, his voice sickly sweet.

   "Don't call me that. And don't think I'll fall for your tricks just cause you're talking sweetly now. All the neighbours see me whenever I leave the house, covered in the bruises YOU deal to me. Even if they know we came to this mountain where people go missing all the time, do you really think anyone will believe you if you say you couldn't find me?" I said.

   "I know the people in that town better than you, you little piece of-"

   "Stop." I cut him off. "Just stop. You've always hated me, but now...now I can finally get a little revenge on you, even if it results in me dying." I said, slowly backing to the edge of the hole in the ground. "You'll get what's coming to you." I said before leaning back, falling over the edge. I heard his angry voice shouting profanities at me as I fell, but I simply closed my eyes and waited for the sweet embrace of death. After what seemed like seconds but may have been minutes, I felt my back slam into the ground, making everything go black.

-2 hours later-


   "Ugh....that was a hard fall...how am I still alive..." I groaned, managing to sit upright. I rubbed my head a bit, looking around. I noticed a bed of large, yellow buttercup flowers under me, some slightly bent from my fall atop them. "Well that explains why I survived." I sighed, getting up on my feet. I did a quick check of myself to make sure nothing was broken, when I heard the sound of footsteps nearby in the shadows.

   "Wh-who's there?" I said nervously, spinning around to face the sound. "Sh-show yourself!" I said, blushing at how my voice cracked with fear.

   After a few moments of silence, two large figures stepped out of the shadows and into the small amount of light that was coming down from above. I gasped softly, eyes wide as I took in their appearances. The looked mostly alike, both being large, goat-like creatures with white fur, but there were some subtle differences.

   One had reddish-brown eyes and a warm smile on their face, while the other had yellow eyes with red pupils, and while smiling as well looked a bit...unhinged, for lack of a better word. They both wore robes with a strange symbol on the, and the one with red-brown eyes had a purple robe with a white symbol. The other one had a black robe with a red symbol.

   I gulped nervously as they walked closer, sniffing at me. I froze in place nervously, eyes scrunched shut tightly. After a moment, I felt something on the top of my head and opened my eyes. The one in the black robe was gently smoothing my hair, seeming to reassure me that I was safe. The other one growled softly at the first, and they both nodded before turning around and walking into what seemed to be an underground ruin of some sort. The one in the purple robe gently put their hand on my back, leading me through the tunnels as it got too dark for me to see.

   We walked slowly for a while before coming into a lit area, where there seemed to be an entrance to...

   "A house? Underground, in a set of ruins?" I said, a bit confused. Both the goat-monsters quickly led me inside, and into a sitting room with a roaring fire in a huge fireplace. I eagerly walked over, and sat down, holding my chilled fingers out to the fire and happily accepting the warmth. The goat-monster in the purple robe went into another room, while the one in the black sat next to me with a sketchpad and pencil.

   'You can read, can you not my child?' it wrote. My eyes widened for a second before I nodded.

   "Uh, y-yeah, but I'm not exactly a kid. I'm 17." I said. The goat-monster let out what sounded a bit like a laugh.

   'I apologize then, my child. We are the caretakers of the Ruins. Our names are Toriel, though you may call us whatever you wish. Oh, I should probably mention we are female monsters.' the monster- Toriel- wrote.

   "Wait, you both have the same name?" I asked. She nodded. "Um...can I call you Tori then? Easier to not mix you two up?" To my surprise, 'Tori' nodded and smiled widely- a bit creepily- and quickly hugged me against her. I gasped softly at how warm and soft she was before hugging back. It had been so LONG since anyone cared about me enough to hug me. After a while, the other goat, which I was calling Toriel, came back into the room with a huge pie in her paws. She set it down in front of Tori and me, sitting on my other side. I took a sniff of the pie, unable to hold back a squeal of delight as I recognized the smell of apple pie.

   "Oh, my god this is my favourite pie! I haven't had this in so long!!" I said, eagerly digging in. Tori and Toriel smiled as they watched me eat.

   'My child, would you like to stay here with us? We would not mind some extra company, and we would keep you warm and well fed.' Toriel wrote on the pad. I nodded.

   "It's been far too long since anyone cared about me enough to bother offering me a safe place to stay. I'd love to stay with you guys." I said eagerly.