It was a beautiful day outside… birds were
singing… flowers were blooming…
It was the
first warm day of spring, right around the middle of April. Youmna and Mecha
had decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and go on a little
picnic with their son, Micha. They sat together underneath a gnarled old apple
tree, Youmna leaning contently on Mecha’s shoulder, as they watched Micha
alternate between picking flowers and chasing butterflies, all the while
looked up and found that her husband was following their son’s every movement
with a strange, but definitely happy glint in his eyes. She reached out to
touch his face gently.
something you like?” she asked.
tugged at Mecha’s lips as he leaned into the touch slightly.
someone I love. In fact, I see two
people I love” he answered, and kissed her hand.
parents were distracted by their affection for each other, Micha had taken the
opportunity to wander off a bit, following a small blue butterfly that had
captured his attention. The little creature fluttered this way and that,
carefully avoiding Micha’s clumsy hands as he jumped as high as he could and
tried to grab it, and every now and then landing on a flower to rest a bit
before it had to take off again to avoid being caught.
followed the butterfly for quite a while; until suddenly, it stopped moving
forward in the blink of an eye, instead hovering in one spot around three
metres above the ground, well out of the boy’s reach. Micha approached it
warily. This was not what butterflies were supposed to do. He knew that much.
Butterflies were supposed to fly around in loops and circles and not be weird
and still, like that one. He was now standing directly underneath the
butterfly, tilting his head back to look at it. He absentmindedly noticed that
some clouds must have come up and blocked out the sun, since he didn’t need to
shield his eyes despite looking directly at the sky.
butterfly shivered slightly, and then stopped fluttering.
jumped back and gasped in shock. He stared unbelievingly at the remains of the
beautiful butterfly, as if hoping that it would come back to life and bring
back the happiness and glee that had disappeared so suddenly. A strong wind
tugged at his clothes and hair, causing him to shiver and hug himself tightly.
It was carrying torn little wisps of fog that soon made it hard to see anything
at all and made the air taste heavy and rotting.
realized how quiet everything was all of a sudden. The birds had stopped
singing, the bees weren’t humming anymore, and the soft voices of his parents
had gone silent. Panic made his heart jump in his throat, and he made a
heelface turn and ran back the way he had come.
distance he could make out the shape of the apple tree they had all been
sitting under not half an hour ago, cheerfully eating Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie
and Nice Cream, nothing but a happy family. He wanted nothing more than to call
out for his parents, let them assure him that everything was alright, that he
was safe and that they would always be there to protect him.
barely managed to catch his fall with his arms, scraping his palms in the
process and accidentally biting his lip. He felt tears form in the corners of
his eyes and breathed as calmly as he could to get rid of them. Slowly, he
turned his head to see what he had stumbled over.
what he saw.
then rounded metal plates held together with bolts, engineered to imitate a
human body… and torn fabric, something that used to be a suit… and half a face.
Half a face that had been torn by something horrible and huge, the eyescreens
cracked and splintered and empty.
And half a
original colour completely gone.
It was red
breathe. The air wouldn’t get into his lungs. It stopped in his throat.
his mouth, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Distantly he was aware of
tears running down his cheeks. His facial muscles twitched, pulling the corners
of his mouth into a grimace that in a different context might have been
mistaken for a grin.
behind him pulled him out of his numb state of shock, causing his eyes to widen
and sending violent shivers up his spine.
jerked awake suddenly, and he remembered something that his father sometimes
spoke of, someone he had apparently once known… someone who had a shadow
following her every step whenever she came to visit… someone that both his
parents had warned him about… his parents…
terrified noise escaped his throat.
Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw something moving.
in the deepest recesses of the code, Gaster is suddenly jerked awake by a
violent shiver running through the endless strings that flow past his little
niche. He looks around in confusion, an uneasy feeling in his stomach slowly
rising, but not quite able to place the cause for his distress. He looks
outside, and his eye widens in horror when he sees that all-too-familiar nudge
who sent it.
knows, without even having to trace the nudge to its point of origin, what it
his teeth, frustration and anger hammering at the back of his skull, and curses
her once more.