Night Terror walks about her home town. The buildings decaying, being consumed by various plants. The sky being a familiar grey, it’s almost as if this world has no sun. Her old home. Amongst the rubble, one of the only buildings that seem to preserve itself. That [dang] house. Night walks towards it, to see if everything was as she remembered leaving it. She stumbles on something, and for a moment turns back to see what it was.
A skull. She giggles, looking down on the skull, the skeleton accompanying it is laced in vines. For fun, she steps on the skull, and leans her weight into it. It cracks and chips, and finally caves in, to her delight. She skips along to her old home. She reaches up to the door knob, failing to twist it, it has gotten too rusted to turn. She looks around and finds a window to the living room.
After making a sizable rock sail through the window, Night crawls into her old home. She sees the familiar living room she’s grown up in. Her gaze crawls alongside the staircase and up to the chandelier, where two ropes hang, one however doesn’t seem to be fully intact. looking back at the ground, she finds two piles of bones in black stains on the floor. One set of bones has a rope still around it. Night decides to climb to stairs. turning left and going into her parents room, rummaging around. She returns herself to the bones, drawing a hammer taken from her parent’s room. She works on the bones, breaking them down into powder into the night.
When she’s finished, they’re unrecognizable from ever being human remains. Turning back Night notices, a fresh, clean, unbroken window to the other side of the door. Night with plentiful force, sends the hammer to the window. The hammer flies outside, taking fragments of the window with it. She pushes out the necessary fragments to get back outside, happy of the destruction of the skeletons.
“Hello, Child”, A calm voice breaks through the darkness of night. The light of the moon illuminates a tall figure, who seems skeletal, has a hand clutching the hammer that was tossed outside.
Night questions, “Who are you?” She’s busy with dusting herself off.
With a laugh, the figure speaks, “I am W.D. Aster. It’s good to finally meet you in person, Frisk”.
“Is that not your name?” W.D. asks, confused by the small child.
“Nope, I’m not Frisk”.
“I could have sworn. I remember a small girl with the liking towards yellow colors, woke up after her own perishing, was friends with my son Sans…”
Stubborn she responds, “Sounds a lot like me, but it must be some other human!”
“Died by having her throat cut, came back with a vengeance, hung her parents, and killed my son Papyrus but failed to kill Sans”.
“Sans is DEAD, how do you guys get that wrong!?”
“Frisk, I do not know any other names you go by. You left this world, I can’t tell everything you do while you’re gone. Can you please tell me your name?”
Night looks down embarrassed with herself, “Oh… Right… I call myself Night Terror. For short just call me Night”.
“Good to meet you in person, Night”.
“I don’t feel the same”.
“I was warned of that. I understand you don’t love this world, it was only a source of misery for you, like how it was a waking nightmare for… someone else”.
“Someone else?” Night asks in confusion.
“The young prince, Asriel Dreamurr!” A grand tone erupts forth from W.D., the great display in his voice is lost on Night.
“You don’t remember?”
“Why? Is he important?”
“Yes, in fact, I think he help pull your mind back from the very edge of insanity, even with his new souls not fond of you”.
“I don’t remember anyone like that!”
“Ah. Do you remember Flowey?”
“Yeah… I don’t remember much about him either, he was just rude. It was really odd when he begged for forgiveness before I plucked away his life”, she giggles at the thought of the shriveling flower.
“Do you mind if I take you somewhere?” W.D. asks, extending his boney hand out.
Night takes his hand, and tells him a warning, “If this is just a ploy to hurt me, you will be visiting your sons”. Aster nods, the scenery changes, from a dark barely lit front porch to the warm living room of the house in the ruins.
“I’ll be running a few errands, in the meantime. Make yourself at home”, Aster takes his temporary leave. Night looks over to the fire place. She places her hand close to the flames. They’re burning hot, they no longer seem to be made of fire magic. Curious, she looks for a certain book. She finds the book, and climbs into the Chair next to the fire place, curling up and opening “72 uses/facts of Snails”. Even though Night doesn’t fondly remember Toriel, she did like the motherly feeling she got from Toriel. While Night reads the book, she falls asleep.
Night dreams of a time of her past. Festering on the times when Toriel burned her alive. Her nightmare grows as the details start to refine themselves in her dream. Toriel’s pent up hatred, anger, grief, all set to turn Frisk into ash. When it all boils down, she remembers just a few words.
As Toriel flings fire at Frisk, Toriel shouts, “Why? Why won’t you go to your room and just live with me? Why are you such an ungrateful-”
Night snaps awake, the book falling to the ground. She picks it up, considering whether to toss it in the fire or not. Looking at the fire however, it seems to have burned out. Night shelves the book in remorse. Aster speaks up.
“Sorry to not have woken you earlier”, W.D. apologizes, “My matters are not as important as your well being and rest”.
Night speaks in a mournful tone, “It’s ok. I would’ve been fine if you woke me. It could’ve made my dreams better…”
“I have found what I was looking for, and here you are. Asriel Dreamurr”, W.D. hands over a picture of the Dreamurr family. A human child hugging a monster child, as Toriel and Asgore stand behind them.
“So, this is the prince you were talking about?”
“Yes, in fact, I know a few stories if you wish to hear”.
“That… that sounds nice”.