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I was running through the forest as fast as I could, a toy sword in hand trying to stop my yellow duck hat from falling off my head, my heart beating as if it was trying to escape my chest. The crisp autumn leaves crunch under my feet with every step I take. Why am I running? Well there's a reason for that. I was simply minding my own business in the orphanage I had grown up in. It was small and overpacked, not enough adults to go around and barely enough food.
Then suddenly I saw something totally unfair, two kids much bigger than their victim were beating up a small child only around 5-6 years old. “Help! Help!” The kid cried out, he whimpered with every hit. I couldn’t stand to see this unfairness so I ran in front of him and pushed him away from the bigger kids and then I said
“hey hey stop that he’s so much smaller than you, pick on someone your own size!” I bubbled with rage as I stood in between them.
“And you’re someone our size midget” one of the older kids mocked
”you better run” the other kid warned before starting to run at me and the other followed I ran knowing I wouldn’t win a fight against them
And here we are now back to the present as I run for my life while the two kids chase me. I don't know what to do other than run so run I do until l can’t no more. I don’t notice the ground becoming steeper beneath my feet in the distance I hear the words
“maybe the mountain will eat him up like the other children” I can’t muster the thought power to understand the words at the moment due to the fear that rushes in my head and takes away my thinking thoughts. After a bit my burning lungs force me to stop running. I look around at the thinning tree line and see the steepening ground ahead ‘OH NO I'M ON MOUNT EBOTT’ I realized with a fresh jolt of fear there are many stories surrounding this mountain but in every single one no one ever returns. I do not know the path back so I decide to continue forward. Maybe someone is here and can help me.
I decide to sit down at the base of a big tree to rest, which seems like it would be perfect for a treehouse. I’m thirsty, tired and hungry but I don’t have any food or water. All I can do is rest at the moment. I hope those kids aren't still chasing me. After a bit I feel my eyes get heavy and I fall asleep. I start to dream a dream I’ve had many times before where there is a nice woman and a comfy home. She takes care of me and reads me stories just like a mother should yet I can’t ever tell what she looks like. This woman always has a soft and caring voice like she’d never let anything bad happen to me.
I wake up after what seems to be hours with a newfound energy. My plastic sword rested on the ground beside me. I stand up and turn around looking at the tree I was sitting against. I think I could climb it and I want to see what is ahead. I pick up my sword and grab the first branch pulling myself up onto it. ‘That was easier than I thought it would be’ I then continue upward until I am at the top. I look around and see nothing but forest ‘great a lot more hiking for me I guess’ I climb down and jump down off the last branch missing my landing and scraping my knee ‘owie that really hurts-‘ I look at the blood on my knee and stand up as it stings wincing in pain as I try not to cry.
Despite the pain on my knee I continue walking forwards up the mountain as it continues to get steeper and harder to climb.
I have to take breaks more frequently. Out of boredom I start singing my favorite song “and the duck walked up to the lemonade stand, and said to the man running the stand ba ba ba got any grapes? The man said: "No, we just sell lemonade
But it's cold, and it's fresh, and it's all home-made!
Can I get you a glass?"
The duck said, "I'll pass."
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day "Bom bom bom bom bom babom"
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man runnin' the stand
Hey! (bam bam bam), got any graAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” Suddenly the ground was missing beneath my feet
“AHHHHHH!!!!” I continued screaming till I landed strangely unharmed on a bed of flowers. I looked around. It was too dark to see much, not even the color of the walls. I could see what seemed to be a hallway. I hated not being able to see anything. It scared me. I am in a dark unfamiliar place and I am practically frozen in fear. I just sit there on the flowers that broke my fall for a bit until I hear the sound of muffled footsteps. The footsteps get louder until there’s a large goat creature with large paws and kind eyes concern etched across her fuzzy face
“Hello my child I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins, you seem to have fallen down here. Who are you, may I ask?”
I squint suspiciously at this goat woman “call me ducky…” I say not trusting her enough to give my true name. The goat lady smiles kindly before continuing
“Alright ducky welcome to the underground, your new home.” Says the strange goat
I tilt my head slightly to the side “my new home?”
“Yes your new home, I’ll explain everything to you my child just follow me.” The goat woman reassures