????Deltarune: A Warrior And A Moron????

Anger, sickness, anxiety. It all washed over her, she clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles were paling, her knuckles popping and clicking as she cracked them,muttering, mumbling angrily, mind ablaze with confusion and loathing.

Susie was furious. Her eyes narrowed, snarling, scaring off any Ruddins in her near vicinity, if she hadn't any decency she'd drop kick at least ten of them.

She stuffed her fists into her pockets, stomach rumbling, growling, nearly as loud as she was, "Ohh please shut upp!", she groaned yelling arms over her arms angrily, she felt a pang of guilt course through her mind, she sighed as she knelt down struggling and sat down, she caressed her stomach, running her fingers and hands across the rounded bump,

" I'm sorry..",she apologised, comforting them. He, she, her, him, they. She couldn't know possibly know. She never went for an appointment. Not in 4 months. Something she'd have to rectify.

She scratched her stomach, sighing in relief, "....If ya can listen lil guy...or gal or...both.", she let herself smirk a little, "It's a little weird right now....very weird. And...I'm sorry for not being so good. I....I love ya alright?", she sighed, she just wanted to hug them, she felt stupid being stuck like this, she couldn't just hug her belly or she'd look as dumb as rocks.

" And I'm sorry that your dad is being...a real frigging wiseass right now....he's just....stressed. Stressed about stuff. Like adult stuff, like money and bills and maybe the end of the world, heh. Ya came at a strange time. But I don't mind it, ya here for the long haul now and...I'm glad ya here. ", she managed, rubbing her wet eye of tears.

She caressed and held her forearm wincing, bruised, aching and sore. It hurt.

The clattering of a upturned chair. A bottle shattering. Yelling. Pain. Shattering bottles. Crack!

Skin torn, bleeding, the smell of whisky. Him. Her. Too many expenses, all distracted away from her.

Susie felt her breath returning in a wheeze, clutching her chest tightly, jaw hung open gasping for air, eyes trickling again. She blinked and she was home again, more yelling, more screaming, dresses being thrown out of the master bedroom in bundles, screeches, cries.

Her mother screeching upon her father and back handing him. He growled in a ferocious snarl, driving her to the wall, tight grip around the slight lizards neck.

The five year old Susie looked up in horror as her older self watched on, trying to look away, "Stop it! Stop showing me this! STOP!",Susie shouted with no reply and no action being taken.

Her father, blue scaled, red scaled, memories muddled, unshaven and mad,"C'mere runt...", he talked in a spat, spittle dribbling down his jaw as he let go of his wife and grabbed onto Susie's arm dragging her into his bedroom, a massive wreck, clothes, credit cards, passports all found, "See this?!".

He yanked on her chin making her look, the jarring movement making her cry and tremble, "This is the mark of a coward! You aren't gonna leave me got it?! Ya staying 'ere and never leaving got it?!".

Susie's breathing was ragged, she clutched her brow, trying to hold back the floodgates of memories. She was panicking now.

She could feel their hands. Cold and emotionless, crawling over both her shoulders, she could hear her mothers shrieking giggling, her fathers bellowing growls, her own childish screams.