Amethystale//Vessel of the Heart

CHAPTER 5//Part 3

"Alright so let me get this straight..." It had been a long and excruciating, and what felt like three hours, time of talk that Susan could barely wrap a finger around. Since she stepped into the  door, a load of questions and exasperating stories unfolded. There were only four that Susan had seen when walking in; the fifth had been 'preparing' something else in the 'image home', or so they seemed to called it. 

The first who Susan meet was Chara, the child whom initially tried to attack her, as the house had finished coming into existence. She was about half of Susan's size, roughly the same size and age as Frisk. She wore a long green shirt with a lighter green stripe around the waist, tight black shorts that came to her upper thigh and brown boots. Her hair was longer and darker brown, her eyes almost a maroon shade, when she wasn't planning on jumping you; otherwise they'd go to bloodshot red. Always clutching that stained knife in her hands, just like the one Sans had shown her when she was conscious.

Frisk on the other hand, even when she looked similar to Chara, was a softer and more timid natured girl. Her differences compared to the more rage-induced child was the fact that she never opened her eyes, but somehow got around perfectly fine. Lighter brown hair cut short and a bit messy. She wore a two stripped scrunchy sweater, it almost seemed to big for her. Blue jeans ending with light brown shoes. In her hands was a long stick that she used when walking around, which she used to follow behind the tall figure, who called himself Gaster.

Gaster's gloppy frame would melt and form as he walked; occasionally being smaller than Susan, then almost touching the ceiling. His face took the shape of a skull, but his face looked smooth, almost like it was a painted expression. One eye drooped, with a crack going upwards, while the other one functioned normally. White iris that would  move about, and a crack that flowed down into the constantly changing grin or frown of his mouth. It almost seemed like he was trying to hold himself together with the way he moved and spoke, always doing it with a struggle, but a hopeful tone to evade others to worry about his constant shifting state.

Now the shadowed figure with the horns, as described before, just seemed to move like a darkened cloud of shadow and smoke. They sat the furthest away, Gaster sitting the closest on the couch Susan had sat herself on. After a while of all the information she was getting fed, Susan was beginning to lessen her tension on the new faces. Something inside her still warned of possible danger, but it was only every once in a while and not as strong as her confused curiosity.

"So all of you are stuck inside my head?" All of them were sitting in the living-room of the large home. It had more furniture for sitting than a room would be fit for, scattered in no particular manner. Blankets and pillows messily laid and stacked, it seemed more like a comfort room. Susan had sit on one of the larger black couches next to the door frame, leading into the stairway and the hall that lead to the kitchen. Gaster sat on the same couch as her, with Frisk still hiding behind him, and occasionally peaking out from his badly formed gloppy shoulder. 

"Soul more like it little one. I was the first to enter here and find Adder, escaping the prisonous 'void' and learning a bit more about the inner workings of this place." He gestures around himself. Even for the frightening mass that he was Gaster was polite and graceful with words. Even his hands moved fluently as they subconsciously signed what he said. "Along with Adder, as she's been the one to greet me and give me company after all these years. Here before I was, knew her way around as if it were her own prison too."

"Don't remind me old man." Snarled the shifting shadow figure. Their horns turned away to focus on something else in the room, as Gaster's smooth face flowed towards their direction. 

"Do try to be nice when we have a guest, Adder." He spoke as he turned back to Susan, "You'll have to excuse her venom, she's not to fond of you, no matter how much I try to coax."