Sticks and Stones

2. Plans of deception

The snow covered the once green lands with trees bare and branches reaching out in natural formations. The skies were dark with a full moon peeking out through the grey snow clouds. Another storm was brewing from the north as Gaster pulled the hood over his skull. Keeping his identity a secret as he rode into town.

He pulled the reins, directing the black horse down the empty road. The snow crunching underneath its hooves as it walked a slow but content pace. In his arms and underneath his cloak, was a small bundle.

The child he had 'saved' hadn't stopped wailing since the sun fell from the sky, hiding behind the mountains and tall trees, painting the sky a dark colour.

Although irritated, Gaster didn't dare rid of the child he so-heroically saved. Her doeful yellow eyes glassy with tears as she sniffled, turning her small head to hide into his chest — even then Gaster had to stop himself from recoiling in disgust.

Humans were so temperamental, so insightful that he lost his original plan for the young child.

Pulling the reins once more to signal the creature to halt, he skillfully slid off and tied the reins on the pole, where other horses were tied to avoid having them run off in the middle of the night.

Gaster's hold on the bundle tighter as he entered the building — it was three stories high, the second floor having a balcony for the guests to linger for a cigar and a drink if they so wished.

The small bell above the door chimed as he kicked it shut, lightly stomping his shoes against the floorboards before briskly making his way towards the front desk.

A bunny monster stood behind the desk, looking at the ledgers with a pen in her mouth.

"I...need........" Gaster spoke up, his irritation visible on his face when she lifted her hand to silence him, he stood impatiently. A moment passed, then another, and another.

His already-thinned Patience was beginning to snap, his white eyelights flashing a dangerous red as his hold on the bundle tightened subconsciously.

"Unless.....you'd....like to be....nothing....I suggest you... do your... job." He growled, shoulders shaking slightly as he glared down at the young monster. Her uninterested stare rolled from the ledger to him, her shoulders low and eyes matching hiss.

"Look mista, we ain't hav any rooms available so i suggest ya take yer pride an go, yah?" She hissed with a soft click of her teeth then marking the book shut with the pen previously in her mouth marking where she had left off.

Standing up, she daringly matched his stare-

A small wail caught her attention, her eyes snapping down to his chest where a small lump laid hidden underneath. Her brows furrowing as she looked up. "we tolerate natta mutt in 'ere."

"I...paid a room.....in...advance." Gaster hissed, turning his arm that held the child away from her sight. The cracks creaking as it seemly worsened itself the larger Gaster's chelsea grin widened.

"an' ya left! surprise bun we gav ya room ta sumone else. bugger off."

A dangerous growl vibrated in his chest along with a sparkle of electricity spiked the air in the commons area. Telling those who knew what was about to transpire.

A battle in the commons area was insightful, Gaster knew, but he had traveled for so long that his reputation was hardly any of his worries.

He was tired, he was irritated and most importantly, he paid for a room.