horrortale thing

miles away

"God, this is fucking unbearable," Aliza thought.
The pain was excruciating. Her limp body tread slowly through the cold deep snow as she groaned, assuming it was caused by her well-known companion, hunger. She stared at her numb feet as they eventually began to throb, begging for heat. Is there even a source of warmth in this harmful deadly area?
A few more droplets gushed out of Aliza's arm as she started to sob silently. If only Papyrus had gone earlier by at least 5 seconds. Then Sans wouldn't have been an addition to her suffering as he ripped off her arm like plucking feathers off a bird. But it didn't matter what she thought, past or present; if-onlys would only make her hope start to vanish.
Speaking of birds, she started to think of Flowey and how the two were so similar. They can go wherever they want, whenever they want. Aliza wished she was a bird. Then she could simply just flap her tiny wings and fly off without limits to escape this dreadful hellhole - well, her burnt back and nonexistent limb might just do the trick of stopping her, as she thought the same harm that had happened on her human body might be affect the bird body.
"Whatever," she said quietly to herself. No use in thinking of the impossible. She put her remaining arm behind her and felt her crisp, tender back. God, thinking of it just made her want to vomit. Her flesh and skin was ripe, ready to be eaten at any moment. Were the monsters back at Grillby's really going to eat her though? Fry her slow, make her juicy and fresh? She guessed Sans did do something good and bad today.
What's going on in Snowdin now anyway? Last thing she heard from there was "THE QUEEN IS HERE!" Aliza pondered for a second, suddenly realizing she didn't even know what or who the queen was. "What would she looks like? Probably a freak." She then readjusted her vision, focusing on the path that lied onwards. The dark and somewhat edgy trees stared back at her, their tiny leaves flowing the way the wind blew. It was kind of beautiful, Aliza thought. For once in this prison, she'd seen something that made her somewhat glad. Happy. Yet so painfully sad. Where was that friendly cyclops, anyway? That tiny guy was the only one she could count on and practically call a friend. She was bored out of her mind, if she even had one anymore.
Then, as she snapped out of thought, realizing behind her she could hear soft footsteps getting closer, and closer.
Aliza noticed she had left a trail of now fading away blood from the injuries she had received earlier, now acknowledging it revealed her current location, letting anyone that walked the same path she had went in the forest know that she was here. The baked-back and fresh human was here. Horrified, she turned around, her soul replete with fear.
"Heya, kid."