#horrorsmol

Frisk bolted through the snow, legs shaking from terror and cold both as they fled, trying to escape the horrifying monstrosity pursuing them.

A cold, broken laugh echoed through the trees, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. They didn’t know where their hunter was as they skidded to the halt, looking around frantically for some sign of the beast.

A cruel chuckle came from behind them, causing them to whirl around, but there was nothing there.

“found you, little mouse~ i told you that you couldn’t run forever, i’d catch you eventually. and here we are.”

The voice made them sob, shaking legs collapsing beneath them as they crumpled into the snow. They didn’t have the energy to run anymore, they could barely even raise their head at the sound of snow crunching under slow, heavy footsteps.

“not even gonna try to escape, lamb? well, i guess that means i get my treat then.”

They let out a choked cry as cold phalanges curled around them, plucking them from the snow and gripping them tightly.

“now, i wonder how many bites you’ll make, eh? one here,” he traced one clawed digit across their shoulder, lightly scratching their skin and causing tiny beads of blood to pool “aaand one here,” another thin scratch, this one across their hip “maybe another one here, or two f’i’m careful,” two more, across their neck and waist.

The child was trembling, hardly able to breathe from their fear as the monster roughly handled them. He smirked at their terrified whimpers, razor-sharp fangs bared inches from their frail body.

“now, doll, don’t you worry your lil head. s’not gonna be yers fer much longer, hehehe.”

His threatening grin parted, sliding the human into his maw and lightly resting those dagger points on their neck, just barely enough to feel but still enough to scare them.

Frisk gasped out a sob, tears running down their face as they whimpered something incoherent.

The skeleton growled deep in his throat, tightening his grip around their body while he lapped at their face, drawing in the taste of their fear. After a few moments he opened his jaws wider and roughly shoved them into his mouth. He let out a rough, growling purr at their flavor, tongue sliding smoothly over the scratches he’d left and sweeping away the small droplets of blood that had formed.

He would have liked to keep them in his maw, savoring the little human and enjoying their pitiful struggles, but a gnawing, twisted pain in his gut interrupted the moment. Without any warning he jerked his head back, gulping the squirming body down and purring louder at the pleasing warmth they made as they descended.

The child sobbed as they slipped down his gullet, writhing in some pathetic attempt to save themself, even knowing that it was hopeless. They’d passed the point of no return long ago, as soon as they stepped outside the door of the Ruins.

Their fighting just made that horrid growling louder, the sound completely surrounding them as they fell into his gut with a disgusting splat.

“f’ya keep up that struggling, i might feel so inclined to knock you out before it hurts, poppet. how does that sound, hmm?”

Frisk screamed wordlessly, kicking at the deep red membrane surrounding them. But of course, it did nothing but give him satisfaction. Just what he’d wanted.

“c’mon, love, it’s not that bad, eh? yer not gonna be gone forever, i’ll keep yer soul with me riiight here.” With a cruel chuckle he pressed a hand against his middle, squishing the child inside and causing them to panic. They resumed their helpless squirming, pushing back against his hand frantically, letting out gasping cries and broken pleas for mercy.

Finally they ran out of energy, falling limp and sniffling. Their crying had left them feeling empty, and they didn’t want to be here any more. Curling up tightly, they wrapped their arms around themself and closed their eyes, quickly falling into the merciful grasp of unconsciousness.

He snorted when he felt them give up, ever-present grin widening ever so slightly before he vanished from the woods, reappearing inside his room. The door was locked and barricaded, like always, and it was pitch-black - the only light a sickly red emanating from his one functioning socket.

Such a tiny morsel was barely worth the energy he’d need to digest them, and besides - they were interesting. He’d never seen such a tiny human before, and their determined spirit amused him. He hunched over on his bed, and after a few moments of hacking their limp form dropped into his hand, tiny and absolutely drenched in his saliva. A nice picture to keep tucked away in his memory, he mused, before he dropped them onto the bare, filthy mattress, looming over them and waiting for them to wake up.