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Cold Hearted Minddset - Chapter 3: Food For Thought

WARNING: This is a HORROR STORY that contains anxiety triggers, gore, psychological horror, panic attacks, hostage situation, blood, violence, injury, major injuries, permanent injuries, and more.

This is a story that explores the true darkness of darker Sans clones/alt universe peeps. NOT for the faint of heart. Don’t read if you’re squeamish or get sick from graphic depictions. You’ve been warned.

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Chapter 3: Food For Thought

Summary: Getting to know your... hosts, is a good idea, but maybe with less threatening on the side. That would be nice.

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A squeak and creaking sound invades your sleeping like the roar of a lion, and you jolt your head up from your knees and whip it around to see the concrete room still enclosing you. The realization that you're still in this small bare room depresses you. This is the third or fourth time you've awoken for however long it's been, and the sight never fails to be soul crushing. Your hopes if this being a dream, a nightmare, have thoroughly been crushed.

It feels like days have passed with how often you've woken, but you're willing to bet it's only been a day at most. Your sleep has been fitful and restless, not to mention extremely uncomfortable. You feel your stomach caving in on itself as your awareness remains fuzzy and dazed. You lick your chapped lips and blink to clear your sunken blurry eyes as you wonder who walked in. With this thought, you look to the stairs for your answer.

Sitting in the dark behind the circle of light cascading onto the bloodstained concrete, you look through the bright halo to the other side of the room. The light messes with your eyes and makes it near impossible to see past it, but you manage to spy the same eyelights that have haunted you the most since this started. These eyelights belong to Dust the skeleton. You learned his name when Horror, the thing with the red eyelight (you haven't gotten a good look at him yet), had poked his head in through the door to call for Dust the second time you'd awoken. The loud speaking and Dust's presence had spooked you at the time, and it's no less disconcerting to wake up and find him staring at you.

You bring your weakened attention back to the present and find Dust simply staring at you with half lidded eye sockets, as he usually does. You feel your skin start to crawl just like every single time he does this. A frown of uncertainty and nervousness clouds your face before you look down to your knees. Each time you've made eye contact with him, it feels like a laser burning through your existence, so you try not to make that too much of a common thing.

The sound of shuffling along the cement floor in front of you prompts you to swiftly look up where you see Dust has moved under the light and is continuing to move closer to you at a snail's pace. Your eyebrows crease upward with anxiety at this behavior and you start to feel cornered with how reminiscent this is of a predator stalking its prey. You shuffle on your butt to get your feet under you, but then pause when Dust stops a mere foot away from you. You swallow nervously and pensively look up at his shadowed face.

Dust's eyelights are now wide and round as he stares down at you. Another shiver wracks your spine when you see this, and then you feel a pressure in the air. The pressure starts to feel like boney hands are slowly pressing down on your shoulders, the pointed finger tips digging into your skin. Trembling in fear of what might happen if you look away, you stare up at those eyelights with trepidation starting to rise higher and higher against the pressure bearing down harder and harder against your shoulders. You can feel his laser gaze scorching your insides, bearing down on you as he carelessly peels you apart.

Finally, he speaks, “you're getting weaker.”

At first, your dazed brain takes a sluggish amount of time to process his words, and when they do, you're taken aback. Your mind has to freeze and back track in an attempt to figure out what he is talking about. You blink in confusion and look down at his shorts with nervousness, not wanting to stare at his stabbing eyes, as you think over what reason he'd have to point this out. You decide to speak, “U-uh-” you cough from the slight scratchiness in your voice and try again, hoping this to be the right answer, “I...I haven't… e-eaten…” You look down in front of you when you say this, not sure how he's going to react to this.

There's silence in response, and you glance up to see that he didn't leave and hasn't moved. As the silence starts to stretch, you start to fiddle with the edge of your pants and attempt to swallow some of your nervous energy, fearing that he's weighing how much you're worth at this point.

It startles you slightly when he suddenly makes a noise, “hm.”

You swiftly look up to him through your hair and see his eyelights are half lidded again, but he's still staring down at you. After a minute of awkward and tense silence in which you fear for your life and refuse to look away, he moves. You flinch slightly before realizing he's turned away from you and is now making his way slowly over to the stairs. You let out a sigh of relief and look down at the ground in front of you as you wait for him to leave.

It's about ten seconds later when you realize you didn't hear him go up the stairs, so you look up to see if he's still there. Despite suspecting his presence, you still startle slightly when you see him looking back at you from the corner beside the bottom of the stairs. You stare at him with uncertainty, starting to wonder why he does this so often. Dust watches you a lot, and you have no clue why outside of the possibility of guard duty. You frown at this and look at the ground in front of you yet again while you pick at the end of your pants with your remaining hand. Small bits of dried mud and dirt cake the ends of your pants and the lower halves of your shoes. You sigh and start to pick at it in an attempt to distract yourself from the gnawing hunger in your stomach.

Suddenly, your stomach rumbles and whines loudly, and with it comes a twisting pain. You cringe at this and rub your stomach in an attempt to calm it down, but it only growls back louder, the sound slightly bouncing around the cement room. You look to the ground with an unhappy face, and then wonder if Dust is giving you any strange looks. Despite your better judgement, you look to him through your hair and find him staring at you from the same spot, completely unmoved. His eyelights are still half lidded and his gaze retains the same stabbing feeling that digs through your very being. You shudder and look down at your pants again, chastising yourself for being stupid by expecting anything different while also being glad for this fact.

The door at the top of the stairs slams open against the concrete, making you jolt and whine fearfully as your head snaps up to see who's there. Silence permeates the area as a familiar single red eyelight looks down at you from the open doorway. It's owner stares you down, the eyelight shrinking slightly and squinting a bit. You shudder as you feel a sense of invasion in your being, as if a hungry tiger is deciding whether or not you're a good meal right now. Your arms wrap around your upper torso in a hug to comfort yourself and you look at the stairs instead of that eyelight. This way, you don't have to be mentally eaten alive while still keeping the dangerous monster in your sights.

Through your peripheral vision, you spot the single bloody eyelight move to look down the stairs, and you tense as you anticipate him coming after you. Instead, he stays put and speaks, “she hungry yet?” You blink and look at him in surprise, and then frown suspiciously. The way he worded that, as if he had been waiting…

Dust only glances at him with a nod before going back to staring through you with that bearing down gaze. You frown more as uncertainty and trepidation crawls up on your back and speeds up your heart. The blood-red eyed monster hums and looks back at you, to which you immediately quit looking at his face in favor of the stairs. He scoffs and chuckles before moving back out of the doorway and slamming the door, making you flinch. You look down at your knees again and quietly sigh in relief. Then you hear something from upstairs. It sounds like yelling and screaming, and is that… glass breaking? You shudder and hug your legs, suddenly glad you're down here and not up there. Some heavy slams hard against the floor directly above you, and you tense in fear with a glance upward. When you don't see any cracks in the ceiling, you’re relieved, but when you hear another louder slam above you, your face strains with anxiety. You drop your head to your knees and bury your face into the small alcove, allowing a false sense of security wash over you in this position.

A single huff of amusement reaches your ears, and you tense. When nothing comes from it, you peek from your safety and find that Dust, who continues to stare at you, is still the only one in here. A frown shadows your face as you doubt that the skeleton would laugh at anything, but then, you haven't been here long enough to know that... You tuck your face back into your knees and decide to sit here while the thundering on the floor above continues.

It feels like hours later when a sudden soft breeze hits your legs and the top of your head, tussling your clothes and hair. You tense at this, not sure what would have caused that, before peeking up cautiously. A single bloody eyelight in the dark fills your vision, and you shriek. Your body immediately leaps backwards and scrambles against the wall you're already pressed against as your breath becomes erratic. Your feet repeatedly slip against the grimy ground under you as you fail to stand and defend yourself.

A slow chuckling comes from in front of you, and with it the terror that gripped your heart fades enough that, through the dark and the silhouetting light, your eyes recognize another skeleton very similar to Dust. The same bloody red eyelight stares at you, mere inches from your face. Heart pounding wildly, you press yourself against the wall behind you as hard as you can despite your trembling legs. The skeleton, who you suddenly remember is fittingly called Horror, tilts his head at you, and then his hand begins to raise. You flinch against the wall and follow the hand with your eyes as it moves upward. The hand opens, and you're sure it's going to grip your neck and strangle you, but then you're left confused when it doesn't. That confusion turns to horror when the spindly boney fingers reach into the empty eye socket and grip at the lower edge, and then they yank. And yank, and yank. Your teeth grit with a cringe as you watch his whole head jerk with the movement, and you press your head firmly against the wall to attempt to get away without possibly triggering this possible murderer. Through the dark and the slight red glow of his single eyelight, you see his sharp jagged smile stretch wide as he stares into your eyes with a gaze that feels as if it's tearing through your defenses.

“think she's gonna faint there.” Dust's voice startles you into gasping as you almost glance at him. However, the immediate threat holds your attention. “not much use if she dies from hunger and a heart attack cause you scared her so much.”

A sour breath of air puffs on your face and you jolt against the wall with a whimper and try not to gag, instead swallowing back the bile with nervousness. Horror steps back, bringing his other hand from the wall beside your head as he does so. Holy shit, you hadn't even noticed how fucking close he was, and his hand… both of his hands…! The red eyelight rolls in it's socket before Horror turns to face Dust with a squint. “what the fuck do you know about human behavior.”

“apparently more than you,” Dust replies in that same monotone, though there's a hint of something overbearing in his voice.

Horror scowls at him with distaste in his expression and voice, “get off your fuckin’ high horse. not like you had any humans beside that demon to fall in your world, ya freak.”

“at least I didn't eat them,” Dust simply replies, and suddenly it's like the air is saturated in tension. You can taste a thickness in the air that almost seems to pressurized your head. Then dread starts to weigh in your stomach. Did he seriously say…?

“i already explained this to ya. we were starving,” Horror begins, and you notice his bloody eyelight swirling more, giving him a desperate and crazed look. “at least we had a justifiable reason to kill.”

“you killed a lot of humans.” Dust pointedly looks at you, but Horror doesn't seem to notice.

“really? are we doing this again?” Horror is starting to look really irritated now. “you wanna count? how bout all the monsters you killed?” Horror leans forward as he speaks, and as you listen, you have to wonder what the fuck is actually happening here. Do they hate each other? Are they going to fight with you in here? ...Are they going to kill you?

Dust stares Horror down with his half lidded gaze, those eyes getting a more hardened piercing look that you're glad isn't directed at you. The two seem to stare at each other for an eternity before something in the air changes and shifts to a suffocating thickness. In that moment, both of them suddenly look to you and you tense up. Horror's eyelight eats at your gaze while Dust's eyelights start to bear down on you as if he's deciding what to do with you. You take a step to the right against the wall, hoping to get away from Horror, but then Horror takes a step after you with that predatory look in his eye and the darkness engulfs him, leaving that single swirling blood eye. Ice spikes in your veins when he moves and you jerk away with adrenaline rushing through you.

Horror reacts poorly to this and lurches forward at you with an outstretched skeletal hand, his eyelight large and swollen in his eye socket as it swirls wildly. You yelp and bolt for Dust, hoping that hiding behind someone that has been mostly docile would help. You swerve around Dust and smack against the concrete wall. Your arm stub hits the wall and jars up your arm, making you cry out. You swiftly turn to see from behind Dust,but instead, you turn to find him missing from the spot he'd just been in. You gasp when you find Horror quickly destroying the gap between you two. You shriek as he comes at you and you press yourself against the wall behind you, putting your arms in front of you as a defense and shutting your eyes.

You feel a bone crushing hand grab your arms and yank them up, making you shriek as your eyes snap open. All you can see is is a shadowed silhouetted skull and that bright bloody eyelight. You tremble violently and whimper as tears start to descend your face. Horror stares down on your crumpling form with that single hungry eyelight.

“you’re not gonna speak of what happened.” It takes you a second to understand his words, but you quickly get the message when he shakes you by your arms. The motion sends a jarring spike of pain up your severed wrist. With a pained cringe, you nod swiftly in a desperate repeated manner and whimper. When your head stops, you see, in the glow of the bloody eyelight, his smile stretches wide again, “good, 'cause I don't wanna clean any more messes up…” He let's go of your arms, allowing you to hit the floor with your knees and pitch forward on shaky arms, your injured one set on the elbow. A sob escapes you as you stare at the floor in frozen terror, wondering if he's going to do something else to get his point across.

When you hear him starting up the stairs with shuffling feet, you release a held breath and gasp in the stale air with the snot dribbling down your face. Your shaking form suddenly collapses the rest of the way to the chilling concrete, and you barely manage to raise your head so you don't break your nose; you have enough problems to cry about. When your body settles on the floor, you lay your head down on a cheek and continue to sniffle and blubber, feeling unable to move with the shock still shaking through your muscles. You feel like you almost died.

Two faded and dusty pink slippers shuffle into view right beside your head. You don't have to really guess who this is, because Dust is the only other thing you've seen in this place so far. There was that one time when someone yelled at you from the door, but Dust is the most common sight in this space. A sigh comes from above you, but you don't bring yourself to look up at him because you honestly don't have the energy, and it's not like your quivering muscles are going to help you. Instead, you continue to cry with a messy face and blurring eyesight.

“your crying is getting excessive,” Dust says from above you. Your response is a broken whining sob with some spittle flying from your mouth in a disgusting manner. Dust makes no more sound and simply stands there as you cry and sniffle disgustingly. After a few minutes, a calming numbness starts to settle over your mind and you're left to stare at the dusty slippers that are still in your face. Things start to fade as you feel exhaustion washing over you. Your eyes drift shut and you're already dreaming of something when your stomach caves in and twists irritably. Despite your yearning to simply drift off, you crack your eyes open and see a single dusty pink slipper in your face. You don't have time to wonder where the other went before you feel something blunt jab your side, making you flinch. You swiftly look downward to see the other slipper poking at you. You blink in confusion, and then frown with irritability.

“get back in your spot,” says the oh so familiar monotone voice.

Your lip quivers as you glare at the offending foot, but you relent and slowly get to your one hand, an elbow, and your knees. As you go to take the first crawling step forward, Dust jabs your stomach with his slippered foot. Your stomach immediately twists again with pain and all your breath leaves you before you collapse forward on your face, butt still in the air. Coughing away the dirt and grime on the floor, you shift your face so it's lying on the floor and you can see Dust. You give him an exhausted look of frustration, but he only stares back with the typical half-lidded look on his face. Not sure why you were expecting anything different, you huff and raise your upper body to continue your crawl back to the darkness on the other side of the room.

Luckily, your short travel remains uninterrupted after the first fluke, and you collapse to the cold hard ground with relief. The dirt and grime threatens to enter your lungs, so you place your good arm under your head and close your eyes. However, despite your efforts, you notice the feeling of mucus collecting in the back of your throat and there's a slight difficulty breathing. Of course, of course you'd get sick down here. It's dank and cold, perfect to lower the immune system enough to push you into dangerous territory.

A loud clatter in front of your face has you jerking back with your half asleep mind scrambling to jumpstart your body into defense. With your heart pounding and breathing erratic, you look directly in front of you to see a metal tray with… food. It's too dark to see exactly what it is that's sat in front of you, but you can smell the steam of something made of carbohydrates. Your eyes bug out and you immediately grab for it with your one hand to pull it under you. Then you begin to devour what tastes like a baked potato with bacon, sour cream, and something leafy. It's the best thing you've tasted in your entire life, and you'd savor it if you weren't so hungry, but you can't stop yourself from devouring it like a savage wolf. As the food fills your belly, your stomach starts to ease off on the twisting pains and you're left with the first warm feeling you've felt since ending up down here.

The loaded baked potato is finished off in a minute or less. You blindly search the tray with one hand for anything else to eat, but all you find is… You pause. There's a dish with a cool liquid in it, and your mind jumps to the worst thing possible at first; blood. But then you notice the liquid is really thin and doesn't have a smell, so you cautiously dip your tongue in it. You're relieved to find it's just water, and with the dehydration rearing its head you tip the bowl back and guzzle every drop down. A gasp of air and a sigh is released after you finish off the water, and you feel your body start to come back down from it's heightened survival stance. It doesn't completely lower thanks to the constant looming threat literally overhead, but you definitely feel a lot less high strung with food and water in your stomach.

Your mind begins to drift as you lay your head back on your good arm. The idea that you just ate like an animal, especially with a water dish, has you feeling uneasy about this because it points to a few thoughts these skeletons have about your existence. You suddenly remember Dust in the corner, so you look to see if he's done anything different. He's still standing in that corner watching you, though he's leaned up against the wall now. You feel slightly awkward about the fact that you just ate so grossly in front of someone, but then you drop the idea because hey, you were literally starving. You sigh and close your eyes, trying to shrug off the pricking sensation of someone watching you exist.

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