Take Me Home ((SANS X OC))

Chapter 2

Regan stepped on the wood paneled floor with delicate feet, being careful as to not make the floor boards squeak. She clutched the flashlight she had taken from the desk in one hand, and the blue-handled scissors in the other.

She felt her body shake under the fear of being caught by Toriel, and what she might do if she discovered that Regan was trying to escape. Although she seemed rather docile, it was impossible to know whether or not a monster like her would lash out. Either way, Regan was far less than willing to find out, and hastily made her way down the stairs.

Regan came across a long, winding corridor. Sconces lined the walls, which only provided a dim light that Regan had to squint in to see properly. She looked around cautiously, and after concluding that there were no monsters laying in wait for her, Regan began her sprint down the hall, praying that wherever it led would be a way out of the Ruins.

It felt as if the corridor stretched on forever, winding a twisting in different turns, however — after a moment of quickened sprinting — Regan finally came across a set of grand double doors. The symbol engraved above the doorway was identical to the one from the catacombs, and Regan took that as a sign that she was going the right way.

She took a glance behind her whilst planting her hands on the stone doors, and with a heavy inhale, she shoved them open.

Regan was immediately blasted in the face by a cold gust of wind. She hastily wrapped her arms around herself, eyes squinty against the force of the bitter cold. Dark trees stretched up into a vacant cave top. Snow piled across the ground Regan walked across, leading her to wonder how trees that big could survive underground, and how it could possibly be snowing so much in a place without a real sky. She looked up to see nothing but darkness, and figured that the Underground's weather had to be controlled by some sort of monster magic. Either way, she couldn't think of a reason why they'd want it to snow, not to mention why they'd be okay with blistering wind.

She huffed out a misty breath and trekked on, caring only about finding a warm place to hide out until day broke. Regan had no solid idea on what time it was, and she didn't have her phone. At that moment, whilst she traveled through a snow covered forest, she cursed herself for irresponsibly throwing the device in her moment of panic. She probably would have been able to call her father to tell him that she had fallen into the mountain, and probably wouldn't have to walk through unknown monster territory by herself.

A shiver ran down her spine as she came upon a rickety wooden bridge. It looked as if the boards hadn't been walked along in years, and it appeared to be less than safe to go across.

However, Regan didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to get out of the cold.

She took a step forward, and upon doing so, she could hear slow crunching footsteps coming up from behind her. Her hands quickly found their way to the strap of her violin case, and worked in one swift movement to unclamp it. Regan — with her hands wrapping around the skinnier portion of the case — whipped around with her makeshift weapon extending out in front of her, and whatever was trying to sneak up on her received a blunt smack to the head by the clunky part of the case.

"Ow!" Yelped the recipient, whom had been struck hard enough to where he staggered to the side. The darkness made it difficult to make out the features of the monster she hit, and he crouched down with his hands plastered to the side of his head. "That's new."

Regan took a startled step back, her case still held up defensively as she stared down at the monster. From what she could tell, he wore a faded blue sweatshirt that was at least a size-and-a-half too big. His hood way on, and he wore black basketball shorts and worn out grey slippers.