Amethystale//Vessel of the Heart

CHAPTER 2//Part 3

The food preparation didn't take very long. Papyrus seemed chipper and gleeful as he made his 'most famous' spaghetti for his brother and the human who would reside in their home for the week. The skelebros never really had company over besides the few friends they had, but were always delighted to host.

Papyrus came dashing into the living room with a plate. The dish looked almost picture perfect. Three thick and steamed meatballs atop a crimson tomato sauce. The noodles underneath glistened in the dim light from the kitchen, as the living room light had been shut off from Sans earlier. "I WISH TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK OF THE DISH HUMAN! I KNOW YOU'LL ENJOY IT!" As he handed it over to Susan, she could help but catch Sans from behind his taller brother make an expression and motion with his hands to his own boney neck. Giving a sneak of doubt on how good the noodles actually were as he stuck a blue tongue out in disgust. The blue tongue took Susan a minute to stop staring at, once again bewildered, before twirling the pasta in her fork, fearing the worst.

Sticking the first bite in her mouth, she could tell why the warning signs were shown in secret. The noodles under-cooked and drenched in oil, the sauce very bland, even the meatballs seemed to be nothing but texture and no taste. It wasn't god awful, but it wasn't the best either. Still, an actual meal would help, as the only thing Susan had that day was a desert. She ate every piece as Papyrus turned the large TV on for them to enjoy, mostly him as he turned on his favorite TV channel with a show host, and almost sitting directly in-front of it like a child would do. Sans taking a seat at the base of the couch closer to Susan, passing out in a mere minute of settling down.

The night lingered, and so did the strain to rest on Susan's fighting conscious mind. The new environment, new individuals, sounds, sights; alot to take in at once and on the first day. Susan wished for sleep, but it was always a struggle for her; some nights worse than others, even no sleep at all. Tonight was no exception, she could feel her energy drained, like something sucking the life out of her as she slowly dozed off. Even some of the chants from Papyrus were going silent as her eyes drooped. It didn't take long till she had passed out. Fingers clutching the pillow and blanket she curled up in. One would think the first night's rest would do her some good.

**DREAM SCENE**

The same as the last place she'd seen, the blue hued islands with the talking humming flowers. It was a wonderful place in her mind, even if she had no idea it actually existed. The flowers murmured sweet nothings back and forth. Almost all the phrases were confusing, mentioning subject's she had no idea about, or maybe she did and just didn't remember. 

Something seemed off, however. The whispers were shorter, the humming didn't last as long; the purple flower that Susan found, which was seen the last time she slept, seemed to wither and sag. A single pedal broke off and gently landed on the turquoise and black grass below. A depressive state, the girl felt horrible seeing it sulk, she reached out to touch it. But the flower seemed to be too far for her to reach, scooting closer made it worse, as it seemed the ground flew away from her.

The earth was moving without Susan walking. She sat there trying to make sense of the phenomenon, but in her head buzzed the whispers from before. Growing louder, more dominant over her own thoughts. Then, she saw it.

 A burning castle, what once stood high and proud, was now sinking and coming one with the earth. Someone seemed to be coming out of the castle; a larger, more masculine figure of Toriel. A crown adorned his head, scattered in blood. He wasn't the only one to run out of the castle either; Papyrus was being dragged against his own will, screaming for Sans. Alphys being carried out by an armored figure that Susan had yet to know. Toriel followed out last...she was crying, and held a small body that dangled from the sway of her step. Accompanying  her was a large metal rolling box with one wheel and massive arms. Every passing monster had fear and panic in their eyes as they fled from the growing flames