Reborn as Error

163 - Caught Emotions

The rubbing of rotating rubber along with the faint crunching noise of stray dirt and rocks being pressed under the weight of a moving vehicle. An all to familiar sound I've heard multiple times through out my human life. My gaze remained fixated on the door as I heard the on edge murmurs of the rest that were behind me.

I wasn't really focused on what they were saying though. Several thoughts were going through my mind at once and a good chunk of them were no where near the positive range.

Do I just stay here? Do I leave? Do I wait somewhere? Do nothing, say something, anything that comes to mind, nothing at all. I didn't know. As much as I would love to just stand here, shock my parents, tell them what happened and what I went through because of them... I don't think I can.

How cruel would I have to be? Their child dissappeared or went missing, whatever they might believe, and to just suddenly appear, tell them off, and leave again without anything. I don't think I can do it.

I could lie, I could say whatever but it would make no sense to come here and make my presence known just to never show up again. I don't think that would be fair.

But I came all this way anyways. Would I be wasting my only chance of doing something? I could do so much, I can show how much stronger I am living a new life without them. A blow to their egos... or something else. As a parent myself I'm conflicted since I know what I'd want, but I never treated Gradient the way my parents have treated me.

Times up. The door knob shifted a bit as a key was pushed into the keyhole on the other side.

I felt a hand grab my arm and quickly pull me away from the door. I saw the painted wooden surface crack open, letting in more of the outside light, before I felt a sudden shift in my direction. I found myself close to another with a hand firmly placed on my side and another clamped over my mouth.

I was completely still as I heard voices and footsteps enter the house. I heard the click of heels paired with a slight clinking noise, jewelry. A couple of necklaces specifically. I think I can remember those being something my mother wore a lot.

I could her hear talking to my father, I'm pretty sure it was him even though it's been awhile. With how I heard him take five steps before proceeding to toss his keys into a bowl, I knew it was him. His steps were heavier. They were always heavier than my mother's but it seemed a bit more so from what I could recall. They were talking about some kind of shopping task or something that they needed to get done and I brought my thoughts back to my current situation.

I moved my hand, brushing against the wooden surface under me. I was sitting on the floor. Shifting my gaze I saw specifically I was hiding behind an end of the couch. The one holding me in place and keeping me silent was Nightmare. He didn't look at me but he was concentrated staring ahead, listening to my parents moving around.

I have no idea where Gaster and Fresh went but I couldn't really worry about that. Well I could worry and I would being lying if I said I wasn't but I didn't want to be spotted right now which was the bigger priority.

We needed to leave, I heard my mother wander down the hall towards the rooms. My father entered the main area and Nightmare started pulling me along with him so we didn't get spotted and we're able to sneak out and go down the hallway towards the kitchen and back area.

Nightmare did not let go of me. He was stressed and wasn't risking things. It reminded me a few times I would join the whole group on tasks. Whenever a situation shifted Nightmare kept people close as he was ready to leave. Killer is a great example since he had moments of acting without thinking.

We snuck into the kitchen area and I made a beeline for the window, it was already opened so one of the others or both already went through it to escape.