You were still clutching the stick in your hand too, and you don’t recall losing it, but you do feel it slip from your fingers. Your mind races and repeats what you encountered, not able to get that sick and twisted grin out of your head. Not fighting sleep, you let it take over and give some relief. A relief that wasn’t so easy.
Your surroundings were dark again, and vaguely there is a dim light, you’re drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was the only thing you had to go on, as you approached, you hear a crack under your feet. Staying still, your thoughts reel at what it meant, but keep going. The cracking continues, what follows is the sound of water just underneath; in light plips as the ground behind you fell away. Speeding up your walk towards this light; the ground starts shaking and crumbling faster, fissures in the ground course under your feet and threaten to give out if you dare keep your weight on it.
Just behind you is that maniacal laughter, it’s loud in your ears, deeper and more distorted in the vast area. Looking over your shoulder, you see it, with gnashing teeth and bearing down on you, chasing after as a predator with a wounded prey. Your feet pick up with the looming threat above you, your so busy that you don’t see the vine coming up to stumble you. When your body collides into the path, you fall through it and into what feels like a sludge substance, inky and black. Your head pokes above the liquid substance and lets out a scream, hands clawing back at the path to reach it, to get back onto it, a glimmer of hope just hanging off the edge as a thread or vine. You reach that, only to have a large red eye peer down at you.
“Were you hoping for something?” Shock on your face, before you feel yourself sinking into the mire. The glow of those eyes gleaming, you could even feel yourself shaking in the grasp of the tendrils around you. “You’ll stay with me~ Forever, remember that!” Your head echoes those words, and when you cry out for some sort of help. A sickening chiding voice the one that has been bothering you since you heard it.
“But nobody came.” Another scream comes from you, and this time you wake up out of your nightmare, once again greeted to darkness. Tangled in bedsheets, and blankets, a very worried and frantic voice over you.
“Wake up! It’s just a bad dream! Come on, wake up!” Gentle shaking on your shoulder, firm yet gentle rousing you from your shock. Taking deep breaths, you start to calm down, eyes still trying to adjust or focus, only to realize that it wasn’t a dream, that you were indeed blind. The hand that was gently shaking your shoulder moves to collect you and hold you close, to what you feel is a woman, but with fur, and a unique smell to her. Something of cinnamon, and earthy almost a dirt, but unique to her.
Quiet murmuring in your ear to calm you further, the hand on your back rubbing it in her attempt to sooth you, as a child. You were far from a child, body developed in a rather nice young woman, a little more curved than your friends, but it is you. The being that holds you finally pulls back when she is certain you have calmed down.
You feel a sensation of being untangled from the sheets and blankets. “How on earth did you get tangled like this?” Her voice seems a little perplexed with unwinding the blanket from around your arms and legs, the sheets from your torso and neck. You feel free and breathe a sigh of relief. It was just a dream.
“I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins here in the underground. I’m sorry if you were scared.” Her voice falters, sad-like. You could tell she felt guilty, if she had gotten there sooner, you may have not been hurt. You feel blind for an arm, and Toriel gives you the hand, curious to see what you will do. You bring it to your face and rub it against the hand.
“O-oh my, what are you doing?” Surprise in her voice, but you felt compelled to do this, and the fur felt really soft, like some plush mink, like the blankets you had at home.
“So soft.” Perhaps you were still coming out of shock yourself, but the feel of the fur against your face lets you calm down more. You’re allowed to continue till Toriel decides it is just a tad bit awkward for her.
“I think, that is enough, such an odd human you are, but if that helped you calm down. Then I am glad to be of help.” There is a happy tone to her voice, but it soon turns a little more serious as she helps you up from the floor and sets you on the bed to assess you, as well as determine something.
“Can you see my hand?” She questions, you can feel the motion of her hand in front of your face along with the heat from it. Shaking your head.
“No. I can’t see it…” You respond and down cast your head.
Toriel frowns, and then tries her magic. “Can you see this?” There is light and that sensation in your chest from earlier is back; only this time you didn’t feel afraid, more felt warm inside. Your eyes adjust and now you could make out the features of Toriel. You nod your head as a response, she keeps the magic going for now so you can see her. She reminded you of a goat almost, face wise, but the rest is more humanoid, she was tall too, she is sitting down in front of you to be at eye level.
“This is very strange.” Toriel presses a hand to her face and tilts her head to think. This was something out of her expertise to heal. “I tried healing you when you came in, I thought my power might have fixed why you couldn’t see. It appears I was wrong.” Her reddish eyes downcast in her failure to help someone.
You were about to say something, when she shakes her head then looks back up to your face. “I’m sure we can figure something out for you. At least get you use to your bearings, and use to things.” Toriel offers to help you get use to blind life, she dims the magic unable to provide an answer for you, about your state.
“Are you hungry? I made a pie while you were asleep.” The cinnamon smell made sense, and the hint of butterscotch. Your response to the question was made for you from your stomach growling. It had been hours since you last ate something, that morning before the climb was made. You cover your face in embarrassment at it being heard, and a light-hearted laugh comes from Toriel.
“Well, I think that answers my question. Come now, I’ll help you around the house.” She takes one of your hands and helps guide you out of the room, towards where the smell of food was stronger. You are led by the hand by Toriel; till you were seated in a chair, fidgeting and nervous since your arrival.
Not being able to see made things hard, and using the edges of your fingers, you feel around the surface of a table, smooth hard wood with a drape in the center. Your hand brushes against the cold glass of a flower pot. You pull your hand back when Toriel’s foot falls can be heard close, and something placed in front of you. A fork is tapped to your hand and you take it, you’re assisted in learning where the plate is, and not to eat it with the other end of the fork when you try to.
As you eat your share, you feel a sense of warmth again in your chest, and you couldn’t help tears as they fall. It is overwhelming to go from being on death’s door, to being treated with such kindness from an entire stranger. Not able to hold back the light sobs, you raise your head and give Toriel a great smile before she can ask what was wrong. “This is great Toriel.” You remember something. “My name is Y/N.”
You couldn’t see her return smile, but you do feel a tissue wiped on your face for tears. “That’s a beautiful name, Y/N.”