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underheart-magica2000 · 6 years

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UnderHeart - New Home?

We’re on Chapter six!

(I’m just copying files I already have, but its surprisingly a lot of work)

Chapter is under the cut, (And don’t forgot to have an amazing day Love)

"Annabell dear!" Toriel calls from the other side of the room. "The other monsters need my help. Will you be alright getting home yourself?" She asks walking over with a Moldsmal crawling along on the floor behind her. "You have the phone I gave you?" She asks nervously patting me down as though I magically got injured in the five minutes she's been talking to the Moldsmal. "You remember the puzzles?"

"Yes," I giggle gently pulling her paws off, "I'll be careful Toriel!" I promise, dashing off for the exit before the Goat Monster changes her mind.

I run into the pit switch room, Toriel had simply explained to me that the switch to the spikes was in one of the pit falls, the one in the middle left to be exact. But the spikes where still down from our last trip so no need to get my new comfy clothes unnecessarily dusty.

I start for the exit, pleased with myself in how well I'm adapting to the Underground, freshman math certainly wasn't this easy to understand, but freshman math also didn't cost you your life if you got wrong...

"Did you really think I would give up?" A broken hallow sounding laugh asks as I feel my blood run cold. "Are you really so stupid?" An un-amused voice hisses, as a Buttercup flower appears in the exit-way. "I WILL NEVER STOP!!!" Flowey laughs as the white bullets from before appear around the monster. I fumble for the flip phone Toriel gave me, quickly dialing her number and begging for her to pick up.

"NOT TILL YOUR DEAD FOREVER!!!!" Flowey laughs, as the white bullets fly towards me and my now materialized white soul.

I scream and back up, dropping the ancient phone that confusedly echoes up a 'Hello? Annabell? Child are you okay?' I try to answer back but I trip on something and soon I'm falling backwards, missing the deadly bullets by inches as I fall once again into the ground.

"Thump!"

I look up confused and find that I accidentally tumbled into one the pit falls, unfortunately this isn't the pitfall with the switch for the spikes Flowey is sitting on, that might have been enough to spoke him off.

I stand up quickly not trusting Flowey to stay put and believe me to be dead. I make for the exit planning to hide in the shaft and hope Flowey gives up when I notice I'm not exactly alone.

Laying on the floor in a sad lump is a faded pink ribbon it would have been beautiful once, but now it's dirty and worn. I glance up towards the hole in the ceiling where my only light is coming from, silence and dust rains from above. I take my chances and scoop up the ribbon before running for the exit shaft hoping Flowey is gone.

"Annabell!" Toriel cries wrapping me in a warm fuzzy goat hug. "When I got that call I was so scared," she rambles looking me over for injures as Moldsmal bounces worriedly next to her. "Please don't ever do that again." She begs lightly dusting off my purple cloak and green sweater for me, "Oh Annabell," she whispers in a tight voice wrapping me in a hug, "I thought I-," her voice chokes up and tears start to stain my matching cloak, Moldsmal makes sad blubbering noises and I hug the Goat monster back with all my strength.

"I'm sorry Toriel," I apologize softly, "I'll be more careful next time so I don't fall into any more pitfalls," I chuckle lightly as the goat monster gives me a dirty look.

"You silly child," Toriel scolds, running a paw through my blond hair affectionately with a broad smile, "Run on home and no more accidents alright?"

"Yes Moma!" I laugh, spinning in a wide circle so my cloak flutters around me like a kite.

I take one step before I realize what I said. I turn around in horror, Toriel looks shocked and Moldsmal is doing his best to quietly wiggle away unnoticed.

"I-I didn't," I stutter backing up from the kind goat lady who might not be so kind now that I've crossed a very delicate line. I can feel my soul form on its own in my chest, and Toriel's bile eyes go wide. I clutch my dress front in shame and turn away. "I'm sorry!" I yell over my shoulder as I speed off down the tunnel.

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"Annabell Dear," Toriel calls through the door as I hide under the fresh, clean, cinnamon smelling blankets. "It's okay child, I'm not mad at you," she tries to coax, but I've heard it all before. Of course she is, they are always mad, always so offended and disturbed that the monster child has gotten attached enough to them to start referring to them as 'mother'.

"I just wanted to know what it was like..." I whisper to myself as a Toriel keeps saying false nice things through the door, "I just wanted a Moma who didn't hate me."

I must have spoken louder then I thought because Toriel stops talking. The door creaks open but I stay under my blankets, I know the blankets can't actually help me but it's the thought that counts right?

"Annabell," Toriel whispers and I can tell she's standing next to the bed. I whimper and try to make myself smaller, hoping she'll go away, hoping my brother will magically appear and save the day like always. "Dear sweet child," Toriel states in a broken voice siting at the edge of the bed. "I promised to never hurt you and I meant it dearie. I will never hurt you."

I stiffen at that, my Moma has said things like that before and she had definitely hurt me, but Moma had never sounded so sincere about it like Toriel...

I shuffle around in my blankets, so I can see the goat lady next to me. I blink up at her as she smiles down at me with tears eyes.

"I'm sorry for whatever you had to go through up on the surface," she mumbles, reaching down and petting my blanket covered shoulder. "No one should go through that, but you are with us now," she says with a bright smile gesturing around the dark room, "And the monsters of the Ruins will never harm you."

I wiggle in my blankets so I'm sitting up, and give Toriel a look, "Flower," is all I say, before I flop back onto the bed.

"Well minus Flowey...," Toriel mutters a distant look in her wide blue eyes, "but I'm sure eventually he'll be taken care one way or another." She growls, whips of fire licking at her fur.

I pull back in alarm and fall of the bed staring up at a Toriel in fear. She blushes and quickly puts out the fire light and looks down at me sheepishly.

"Sorry child," she apologizes, "magic is controlled by emotion so sometimes when feeling very negative feelings it just comes out," she explains with a half hearted chuckle.

I nod but don't answer back, not sure what to make of the kind goat lady with magic fire. Toriel looks me over from her perch on the twin sized bed, she smiles down at me like she knows something I don't. I pull my blankets a little tighter around myself as Toriel lifts up one of her paws and summons a floating white soul.

I stare in amusement, not sure how to comprehend what I'm seeing. I thought I was the only one with a white soul. So the old stories about monsters having white souls was true?

"You are a monster born in a human body my dear child," Toriel says sadly vanishing her soul. "Every monster of the Underground possesses a white soul just like yours."

Tears fill my eyes and I'm not sure why hearing that I'm not the only one causes my chest to hurt so much but it does. I can see my own white soul floating before me as I cry into my hands, balled up on the floor in a nest of blankets. Everything just feels to much. Waylon could be dead, I've finally meet someone who likes me honestly likes me, and I'm not the only one with a 'cursed' soul.

"Let it all out Annabell dear," Toriel soothes paring my back gently, as I brake apart. "After this we will have pie by the fire and I will read you the Great stories of monster kind till you're sound asleep."

It sounds like a wonderful plan, so I do my best to wipe messy face. Toriel takes my hands before I can do much though and instead she uses the edge of her pretty light purple dress to clean my face. It takes her a minute and when she's done she smiles at me, a big toothy smile that covers her whole snout.

"Well!" Toriel sings hoping up, "lets get you some dinner shall we?" She asks offering me a paw.

I take it and I'm pulled into the living room where for the rest of the night I'm made to feel at home, like I do have a Moma who cares, in a warm house in a nice neighborhood with welcoming people(monsters), but the tiny scrap of leather on my wrist feels heavier with every passing smile.

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thepdvblog · 6 years

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FBMH II - Cura and Cure

From the Bottom of My Heart Masterpost

Summary: Annabelle can't focus on class today, and she's fully aware that's not how things usually are, except she can't exactly tell why she's like that. At least, that's until Magda helps her realizing why, and then Christian indirectly helps her to realize exactly why things are that way, by simply encouraging her to make a visit.

Length: 2.4K words

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Annabelle is quite out of it today. Usually, she is fascinated by the Ancient French class, comparing it with how French is currently getting spoken around her, how she speaks it, the list of uses goes on. However, her mind cannot find a way to focus on what their teacher is currently speaking about, and she struggles to keep up with it. This does not feel right, and the way Magda and Louise are looking at her from the neighbouring row of chairs and tables make her acutely aware of this.

A piece of paper lands on her table, coming from the left. It must had been Magda, and when she looks at her khâgne godmother, she sees a small smile on her lips, the one she used to give when she doubted herself last year. Her eyes then go back to the class, as Annabelle should be doing. She opens the paper and read what is written on it.

“It’s bcs he not here, no?”

Who is “he”? Magda seems to be oddly vague about the whole ordeal. She still glances at a table at the other side of the classroom, next to the wall and the door, only to notice an empty seat. Oh, so this is the “he” she was referring to earlier… Annabelle can only put this as an explanation of her difficulty to focus on anything today.

She sighs softly to herself, head resting on her hand, as she wonders what could have possibly happened to him. She hopes it’s not much. It’s not his kind to skip class, so something must had happened for him to be stuck outside of their classroom.

When it finally rings off, Annabelle exits the room. As soon as she spots him in the forum space, she walks up to Christian, a friend of her brother’s, but mostly a friend of Florian. He must know where his comrade is, right? Or at least he has an idea of so. When she tells him hello, Christian is surprised. They never spoke to each other directly yet, only when Florian was there. He still greets her back.

“Let me guess, you want to know why Flo wasn’t in class today?” he asks her, smirking.

“Is it this obvious? Oh my…” she replies, feeling a bit guilty of being such, such an opportunist.

“You weren’t as focused as usual, so I guessed you were worried for him. He hasn’t told us anything yet, but I’m sure he’s just sick and forgot to plug in his phone.”

His smirk turns into a grin. He whistles as his eyes look away.

“I’m sure a little visit wouldn’t hurt him, though… What about you check up on him? I have to attend class at Sorbonne this afternoon.”

Her face lights up with surprise. This offer is too attractive for her to resist the urge to accept, especially since she doesn’t have any class for the day… But is it right for her to do so? She doesn’t even know where Florian lives…

“You look like you’re hesitating, am I wrong?”

“I-it’s not that, but… I don’t know where he lives…”

“It’s just that? Let me send you his address. Don’t forget to bring him some soup!”

Walking down the street, going back to her flat, Annabelle receives a text message from Christian, containing the address he said to give her. The young lady clutches the phone next to her chest, already thinking about what she needs to bring with her.

Soup will take her too much time to make on her own, she’ll buy some at the nearest shop. Maybe he’s running low on medicine, she should make a small trip to the pharmacy and buy some fever reducers and cough drops. Oh, she should bring some tissues with her too. Man, so many things he needs, and so many things she’ll gladly pay for.

Now that she is in front of the door indicated on her phone, the small student feels shy and almost scared. It makes her nervous to knock at his door when he doesn’t know she got her hand on his address. She also doesn’t want to wake him up, if he’s asleep. A sigh escapes her glossed lips as she lays back to the door, looking at the ceiling, her hand firmly holding her small basket.

Her ears twitch when she hears coughing inside. Her hand knocks on the wooden surface before she can think about it. Now facing the door, she anxiously waits for something. Her nose transforms into a leaking air balloon.

The coughing gets louder and louder until the knock starts to shake. Wood gives the spotlight to blue fabric, buttons, body hair, then a familiar face. It’s him, obviously, dressed in a badly ironed pyjama and covered in a blanket.

“…Anna… Annabelle…?” a hoarse voice calls for, a rather strong congestion and sounding like there’s an accent that shouldn’t be in there.

Her heart hurts.

“H-hello…,” it’s as if her voice has dried by the second, “it’s indeed me… Do I disturb you?”

Florian, under the flush of what she can only guess is a fever, makes her a small smirk.

“I’m very happy you came to visit me,” he coughs, “but that’s not the day to do so…”

“You have gotten this wrong!”

A scoff escaped his mouth as his face got covered in a pained amusement.

“You’re kidding me, right…? I look like crap, I sound like crap, my flat is a mess and…”

“You are ill, and when someone is ill, someone else has to take care of them. And I will be the one to do so for you, even if you refuse me.”

Her friend’s eyes looked on the side, his cheeks reddened, and eventually, he just sighed.

“I can’t possibly say not to such solicitude… Please enter… I’m sorry, the place is a mess, I haven’t had the energy to clean lately…”

Annabelle, who has been crossing her fingers behind her back, steps inside the flat. She can see it is indeed pretty disorganized, with books and some other items on the floor of his one-room flat. Meanwhile, Florian just staggers in front of her, only to collapse on his bed, head crashing first while his coughing echoes in the entire room.

“My, my, Florian, you sound like you came down with a terrible illness…” slips out of her mouth as she rushed to him.

“Do I…? Guessed so… Everybody looked at me like I was about to die when I went to the doctor…” he croaks out as he laid properly in bed. “Please forgive my unformal look… I didn’t plan on getting a visit today…”

Annabelle didn’t say anything. Instead, she lowered herself to the bed, took her own temperature with the back of her hand, then laid it on his forehead. After barely touching it, she took it off, shaking her wrist, accompanied by a small hiss.

“You’re running such a fever…!”

“Come on, it’s not that bad… I think it’s around thirty-eight…? I can’t remember when I t-”

Before he could keep on, she had already put a thermometer in his mouth. His eyes, which had tried to be stern until then, just rolled slightly and he simply took it in and let it go.

“Thirty-nine point six… This is pretty high if you ask me…” she muses as she reads the numbers on the small stick.

“Agreed… I just blanked out there…”

“This does not sound like you to say so, Florian. It is almost as if you are… someone else…”

He looks away, bits his lip, scratches his beard.

“To be entirely honest with you, Annabelle… I’m not in the right state of mind to look fancy…”

“Does it mean you’re… usually playing a role…?”

“No, I’m just trying harder than that… If you don’t mind, can we have this talk later…?”

“Sure thing. You look like you need some care and not some deep conversation.”

After a quick blink, the little woman rushed to the tiny bathroom of the flat, grabbed a bucket, filled it with water and fetched the first cloth she had under her hand. She then proceeded to dunk it inside and wipe the sweat off his face.

“Wait, is that… your handkerchief…?” he coughed out.

“It is not a problem, before you ask… Maybe you should change clothes if you feel up to it. You look like you are sweating a lot.”

“You… don’t mind doing all of this…?”

Annabelle blinks before a light-hearted laugh escapes her mouth.

“Of course, I do not, silly! I was worried for you, it makes me feel better to be able to do something… You look like you needed some help and care anyway…”

His face lights up a little, to the point colour may be coming back there to counter the red of fever.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this… but I’m truly grateful…”

“Do not mention it. I am just doing what I think is right.”

She eventually flats out her handkerchief on his forehead, intrigued by a small piece of paper she noticed when she first entered in his flat. She reads it, notices his healthcare card right next to it, deciphers the cryptic writing.

“Florian,” she asks, “did you get the medicine your doctor told you to get?”

“I didn’t… I fainted before I could grab my credit card…”

A wet, violent coughing fit hurts her so strongly she clutches her own chest, right where her beats are getting out of control.

“You still need it. I am borrowing this,” she says as she shows him his own card, “and the paper. I will be back in a bit.”

Annabelle gathers her coat and purse when she notices her classmate’s hand reaching out for her.

“I’ll go… Let me just… gather myself over there…”

Before he can step more than a foot outside of his bed, she rushed out to him, grab his shoulders and gently puts him down back to bed.

“Are you insane, Florian? You are in no condition to get up at the moment… Let me do this for you, okay?”

“You’re not gonna pay for that… I’m weary about my credit card code…”

“Oh, come on! I can do this for you! And if you want to repay me so badly, you can do so when you’re feeling better, is it right?”

He simply nods back.

“Deal…”

She passes a hand through his hair, kisses the top of his head and waves him a “I will be back soon” look as she grabs the key and closes the door behind her.

As soon as she’s out of view, Annabelle hides her face in her hands, feeling all of her blood reaching out to her head. She can barely believe she just did that without realizing it! It’s something she would do out of sheer affection, to her brother when they were younger, then to her ex-boyfriend… It doesn’t have the platonic resonance it used to anymore, it’s become something else over time.

She can only hope Florian was too dizzy to realize how unpolite and intimate the gesture was. Still, she doesn’t have much time to lose to her clumsiness: she has medicine to buy.

As the pharmacist she usually goes to is maybe the gentlest man she’s met (after Florian, that is), the literature student enters the same pharmacy as before, clutching the paper in her gloved hands, her purse firmly clutched in her armpit. Today is chilly outside, but so, so warm inside.

Her small boots clack and clack to the desk, where the white-coated man smiles at her with his ice blue eyes and his dimple in his left cheek. He’s as lovely as he ever is.

“Hello again…” she says, unable to retain a smile.

“Hello again, Ms Baudelas! What can I do for you this time around?”

“I am here to get my friend’s medicine… Here you go…” She puts the bill on the counter. “Thank you very much, once again.”

“I will take care of it.”

He reads the contents of the small piece of paper with the help of a pair of reading glasses.

“Hmm… One preparation of Tamiflu, three doses per day, for Florian Moinot…” he muses to himself. “Do you have his healthcare card?”

Annabelle gets it from the chest pocket on her overcoat, “here you go.”

He scans it and goes through a door in the back of the shop, whose sign reads “Staff only”.

When he comes back, a couple of minutes later, he has a small plastic bag in his hand, which he then hands to her. A payment with her credit card later, she can’t help but notice her pharmacist seems… puzzled.

“Is something wrong, doctor?” she asks, feeling her worry intensify.

“No, I was just wondering about something… When you came to buy some medicine earlier, was it for this man too? If you do not mind telling me, obviously.”

“It was…”

“You are a wonderful friend, Ms Baudelas. I am sure he is very grateful for you.”

When she comes back to his flat, Annabelle finds her classmate sound asleep in bed, an half-opened book on the ground right next to his hanging arm. A soft smile installs itself on her lips as she takes off her shoes, tip-toes to his bed and lays the blanket over him, retrieving his arm under it as well. She also picks up the book and puts it properly on his nightstand, right next to his lamp.

From her purse, Annabelle grabs a piece of paper and writes on the back of it the instruction the pharmacists gave her about the medicine, until her hand slips and she writes down a small word to him.

“Dear Florian,

I wish you a safe and sound recovery. Please take care and do not overdo it, at least not until you are all recovered. The better you take care of yourself, the sooner you will be back in the swift of things. If you ever need help, do not hesitate to send a small message to either me or any of our friends, okay? Do not stress over me having paid for the medicine.

I also left you some homemade soup and an Egyptian fairy tale book in case you are in a dire need to read something easy and lovely.

With love,

Annabelle.”

As she exits the flat, trying to make as little noise as possible, Annabelle feels a lump of warmth and bliss rise in her chest. It never felt so right to take care of someone. Her heart finally beats at a normal speed as she cannot help but realize it.

She never thought she would be back in such feelings so soon.

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