Agetale The locket (Yet another undertale fanfic)

Sweet Dreams

I was walking around the corner of the block, holding two ice creams. One was half eaten, and the other was for my mom. My stomach lurched. My heart started pounding. I ran to the house to find it was... Fine? I expected to find the widows smashed and burnt, smoke rising from the walls, and the chemical smell suffocating. I almost walked passed it thinking it wasn't my house. But if that were the case, where was my house? there were no police officers to bombarded with questions. The worry and relief were making my eyes water. They stung. 

I walked up to the door of the house, My heart in my throat. I slowly opened the door, and walked in. 

At first it was dark. Then light filled the room, and I found myself in a large golden corridor. Golden tiles lined the floor, and golden light filtered through stained golden windows. Pearly pristine pillars rose from the floor to the towering golden ceiling. My first thought was that this wasn't my house. That I  needed to get out of here before the owner of the house found me. I turned to walk out of the room. 

But the door was gone.

My pounding heart began to race. I was perfectly conscious, I could feel the ground beneath my feet, and the temperature of the room. I pinched my arm, and felt it clear as day. There was no possible way I was dreaming. I turned from the now solid wall. In the center of the room were two people. A figure in a faded blue jacket with the hood pulled up, a pair of black boxer shorts with a white stripe running down each side, and a faded and frayed pale red scarf. The only part of them visible were their pale legs exposed under their shorts. They had their back turned to me so I couldn't see their face. 

The other was a short figure in a pale purple and blue striped sweater, Jean shorts, and a pair of brown boots. For a moment, I thought maybe she was my mother. But then I noticed their hair was too red, and their skin too pale. Their eyes were wide and round, and were blood red. Their mouth was curled in a smile that looked like shattered glass. In their right hand, was a knife, covered with some sort of pale gray powder. 

"Looks like you've been busy." The jacket figure said. The voice was unmistakably a man's. Deep, and rumbling. It was more of a growl than a comment. The other nodded slowly. Some sort of black tar like substance oozed from their eyes and mouth. I watched their exchange from behind one of the pillars. "Do you wanna have a bad time Brat?" The first continued. The second smiled wider, and nodded taking a step closer. "Alright then, it's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, on days like these, k-" 

He was cut off by the second figure lunging forward, knife poised to strike. The first dodged, and raised his left hand. Long blue bones sprung from the ground, impaling the second figure. A dark blue heart sprung from the second figures chest. 

The first figure swung his hand toward one of the pillars. The heart flew toward the pillar, dragging the second figure with it. They both smashed into the pillar, and fell to the ground far below. 

They landed softly on the ground, on their feet like a cat, but the crash into the pillar left a gash on their forehead. A thin stream of blood trickled from the gash, but the figure seemed not to even notice it.

They lunged again, slashing their blade. They just missed the first figures chest. He raised his left hand once more, and what appeared to be two dragon skulls appeared out of thin air. 

A ball of shimmering blue fire grew in each skull, and shot out in a large beam. One missed the Second figure by a long shot. But the other hit the second figure square in the chest. The smell of burnt flesh now perfumed the room. 

The second's grin never faltered. They still seemed to pay the pain no heed. Once again, they attempted to land a hit on the first figure, but once again, he dodged, which was followed by several bones appearing in the air around him. They flew at the second figure, but this time, none of them hit.