Axetale

Trapped

   I stayed there for a week, Papyrus occasionally coming home with little bits of food for me to devour in under a minute. The little monster inside me kept screaming for more. It got to the point where Papyrus was coming home everyday with whatever he could find, it wasn't enough...it wouldn't ever be enough. I sat up, head rebandaged and stood. I was a little wobbly at first but I had obviously regained some strength. I tore off the bandage, letting it fall to the floor along with my blankets. I looked around and walked upstairs to my room. It was a huge mess? Picking up a bag and strapping it around me I became very frustrated at my brother's incapable abilities to bring me more food.

"I'M DONE!" I yelled slamming a bone against the wall.

I looked at the bone, surprised at what it had become. A large blue-ish bone stuck in the wall with a large steel blade at the end of it. An axe? A very wicked looking axe stuck out of the wall, glowing like it was beckoning me to it. I took it in my hand and yanked it out of the wall. It felt so natural in my hands, like it belonged to nobody else, just me. I left the house, there was no point in staying anymore. I looked left and right and decided that left looked like Papyrus hadn't gone that way yet. I looked back at our house, I was shocked. The once beautiful house was now half stuck in a huge wall of ice and snow, the parts I could see were rotting away. The rest of Snowdin was frozen in the same wall, it was a huge cave of ice containing our entire town. I started walking but hesitated, looking back at our house and as my eye slowly drifted past it. My eyes locked onto the old restaurant with the delicately written "Grillby's" on the front of it in cursive, bold letters. I walked up to the door and tugged on the handle with my free hand, locked? Was he even in there? I looked through the window and saw a dim light form sprawled across the counter.

"Grillby?" I whispered under my breath.

It had to be him, nobody else had a body that could glow with fire. I went around the back entrance and opened the door into his fire exit, now empty of all flames. I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped inside his kitchen, or.....what slightly resembled a kitchen. Pots and pans were thrown all over the place, food stains covered the ground like paint gone bad, there were stains on the walls that looked unnatural. I opened the fridge and my eyes lit up with the glowing world of food that lie on the inside. Minutes late I was covered in emptied pans, wrappers and everything under the sun. It wasn't ENOUGH! I didn't know what to think, I had cleared his entire fridge and it still hadn't quenched my hunger. I threw a butcher knife across the room, rooting it deep into its new brick wall. I stood up throwing all the pans across the floor. I glared at the fridge, willing it to give me more. I whipped around as a sound from the eating area echoed through the whole building. Walking up the window, axe in hand, I looked through as the figure of light slowly made its way to the other side of the door. My eyes met his but I ducked down after seeing the look in his eyes. I had to get out of there, on the other side of the bound to open door was a very psychotic looking fire-man. I ducked into the pantry and stayed as quiet as possible just as the door was thrown open. I looked at my old friend, now a monster made of molten lava and a burnt suit. He slowly stumbled to his now empty fridge and looked around slow and menacing. His eyes glowed with fire and a murderous look. I decided I didn't really want to hang around to say hi. He looked away from me, going across the room to open up a large cabinet even Papyrus could fit in if he distorted his body. I realized he was looking for someone, me in particular since I.....ate all his food in under 10 minutes. I felt my eye spike with pain like someone had just stabbed me in the eye. I made the worst involuntary decision of my life, I screamed. He stilled, staring me directly in the eyes through the pantry door, he slowly shifted towards me. I raised my arm, slamming it into the shelf and yelping in pain. I kicked the door open and sped past him, an arm stuck out and grabbed my hood, throwing me to the ground. A mouth split open and he knelt down on top of my chest. He grabbed a hold of my head and started lowering his face to mine to take half my face off. I threw my left arm up as his soul blinked in front of his chest, his entire body was thrown against the roof and he spat fire at me. I teleported up and off the floor as it became a real life game of "the floor is lava". He screamed at me from the roof in a weird choked shrieking noise. More lava drained out of his mouth as I let him fall to the floor trying to find a way out, I looked up at a vent system in the roof. I jumped, flying through the air for what felt like ages as a flaming hand brushes against my ribs. I grabbed a hold of the vent covering which fell off its hinges, it sent me falling to the floor as Grillby pounced towards me. I teleported at the last possible second up into the vent looking down at him as he fell into the lava. I smiled, I don't know why, but I grinned wickedly at the lava room. Crawling through the vents I eventually fell out into a pile of snow. I got up, brushing myself off and looking over to the Snow'd Inn. My stomach told me that there was food in the shop. I grinned. Two minutes later I was walking to the end of this new "Frozen Snowdin" with a full pack of food. I knew I'd need it later, even though my stomach wanted to rip the bag to shreds and devour its insides like an animal. I came out of the large ice cave and looked back at it. This used to be my home....? I thought about turning back and waiting for Paps but...I couldn't bring myself to it. I looked forward to the fog between Waterfall and Snowdin. I took a few steps into the fog and smiled, a new adventure.