Forest Elves: Sadness and Sorrow                                                                          

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That voice......

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So familiar......

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I gasp and woke up to see the ceiling with a yellow curtain flowing out across it from the wind. My head would slowly turn to the window to my left. The bright colored trees outside swayed as if dancing with the wind and the birds chirped their morning calls. Morning...... I turn my head to my right to see a clock. It was already nine. I must have overslept. Marie would have woken me up earlier.

I sit up in bed and a flash of a red image came across my mind. Yesterday was not a dream. I pull my knees up to my chest and hung my head. The tears came spilling. Every sorrow and hurt overwhelmed me. I really lost my mother. Even worse, it was my father who killed her. I rip my self away from the bed towards a jumbo sized teddy at the corner of the room. In anger, I held it by its neck and pinned it to the wall punching it again and again. I felt disgusting. No, I AM disgusting. A man like that to be my father?

He just smiled at her corpse hanging..... I drop the stuffed bear and covered my mouth to keep myself from gagging. He skinned her. My very own mother. The thought of her getting raped by that man is unimaginable. I will never accept him as my father. There was just no way. To be created by his genes intertwined with my mother made me feel outright disgusted. I looked t the bear I dropped and see it sagging against the wall. A few seconds ticked by and I decided to take a shower.

I walk over to the drawer to get fresh clothes and see my knuckles were a faint red. I balled them into fists and continued towards the bathroom. I turn the water on max with warm water running and stepped inside. The warmth caressed every part of my body and a little bit of pureness seemed to wash away every sin. My head makes contact with the wall in front of me and I stood there. I couldn't tell if it was just the tears of water running down my cheeks. I was never able to make a proper funeral for her. Her body must have suffered through that fire.

She was never given flowers on her grave or put in a nice dress. I hugged myself and wondered why this life has to be mine. Was my mother not disgusted by me? To the man who took her and made me? I'm crying, but why do I still hope? I move away from the wall and thoroughly clean myself. I squeeze the water out of my hair, dry, and put on my clothes.

I step out from the bathing room and felt refreshed. There's only one thing I know. I can't just linger in the past. I must start living in the present. If the past holds me back, I will never be able to move on. I look at the bear plush where it still sagged against the wall. Sighing, I picked the large plush up and set it down at the corner nicely.

Upon opening the door, One also steps out from his room. He wore a dark suit with different medals adorning it. He wore white gloves and had his hair brushed back. He smiles.

"Good morning."

Blinking, I smile and also said, "Good morning."

We walked down together and I couldn't help but ask. "Why are you wearing that suit?" He looks down at his suit.

"Oh this? I'm going to a competition to finally earn my own name."

"What is going to be at the competition?"

"I am not sure."

The conversation ends and the whole way to the living room was silent. Papyrus sat on the couch with his legs crossed reading a newspaper. A cup of coffee rested on the table beside him. He hears us and smiles putting down the newspaper.

"You're awake. How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright."

"That's good to hear. I'm sorry we won't be able to talk for a while, but I have to take One with me."

Ah right the competition. I move to the side as Papyrus and One leave the mansion towards the car. Looking around, there were barely any servants around the house. It was awfully quiet around here. Eventually, I got bored and just wandered around the mansion. I looked down the hall with the most pictures. There was one picture of a fish woman, a dinosaur looking scientist, Papyrus and Sans, the King and Queen with a small child, and.......

The last picture was the most mysterious scientist looking guy. He wore a fine suit and a top hat. He was leaning on his cane with a dark look. In fact, he almsot looked like Sans and Papyrus together. It's strange. Looking to my left and right, making sure there was no one here, I wanted to have a little fun. Taking a good look at the picture, I closed my eyes and concentrated on molding the figure.

I open my eyes to see the finished result and quickly went to a nearby mirror. The figure was good but it's always the eyes. Instead of white, were blue and yellow. My eyes. I sigh in frustration and tried it again. Nothing.

"Oh c'mon!"

I slam my hed against the wall and suat on the floor clutching my poor forehead. If I had hit it any harder, the scar on this guys face would crack even more. I get up still rubbing my forehead, but the eyes were finally white. I grin until it looked like my smile might actually rip across my face. I did it! I make a serious expression where it made myself look intimidating. I make a funny face and giggle how weird he looked. Or I looked.

I wonder if he's Sans' father. I shift back and then I remember having that secondary power. I think he said,  "aura" before he died. I tried focusing on bringing my aura out, but it just never did. Searching through my memories, I was overcome with anger to actually summon that kind of power. Maybe I need to have a strong emotion to summon it.

I think back to the time I was with my mother. her arms wrapped around me to offer me some warmth in that small, cold room. The air around me seemed to shift and I opened and eye to see that white film around me. Yes!

But.... what can I do with aura? Only one way to find out right? Maybe I can manipulate other's sense of feeling. Looking at the mirror, using the scientist's form, I thought of making someone scared and the white film turns pitch black. I look towards the mirror, but there was no sense of fear. At least not from me. I hear a vacuum sound coming from upstairs. Maybe I can test it on that servant.

I shift into a goopy looking trash bag and slimed myself up the stairs. There was a servant cleaning a room. I giggle quietly and inch towards the door ever so quietly. She stops before going out the door. Her breathing was irregular. She cautiously approaches the door reaching out to push the door open. This is where I make my move. I increase the aura and she begins to shake and scream. I shift back and tried lowering the aura before she starts a commotion, but the film wasn't disappearing. I was beginning to scare myself. I ran away towards my room and shut the door behind me.

This aura..... is dangerous. It gave me a new feeling that shouldn't be felt. It gave me joy to hear her screams and satisfaction to see her shake. I look at my hands. If this is what my "father" felt then.....

I didn't get to finish my thoughts as the door opens and Mary steps in. I might be in trouble. I was about to explain my experiment to her, but she just quickly grabs a dress from the closet and pulls me with her.

"Plans have changed. Both you and One will be competing in this competition. Together."