The Moon, chapter 27: Depths

A feeling of immense dread washed over Susie as the entire group fell silent. All they could do is watch out the window in preparation, anxious for whatever it was that would come to the window. Susie felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the silhouette of the upper torso of an enormous figure just beyond the reaches of the candle's light. It's head alone was the size of her entire body, and it seemed to slightly twitch from left to right in an unnatural pattern. Susie had to cover her mouth to not scream when a gigantic, near skeletal black hand placed it's palm upon the bottom left corner of the window, covering an entire quarter of it's surface. It's skin was like dark, burnt leather, and looked tight to it's bones. Then, another hand of the creature pressed against the top right corner, and the silhouette came closer into the light of the candles, tilting it's head from side to side.

Coming into view was the creature's hair, which seemed to be made up of incredibly long, dark strands that floated around it's face. The hair was somehow heavy enough to be pulled down in the water, the long, almost tentacle like strands going far below their line of sight, and obscuring the being's actual face. It simply floated in front of the window for what felt like hours before a bright pinkish red light beamed from beneath the hair's obscurity, lighting up the entire room and dousing out the orange light of the candles, replacing it with an eerie red glow. Nobody dared move a muscle. Suddenly, the creature's light faded, and the massive entity quickly moved to the left of the window, it's  hair trailing behind for a while before nothing but the orange light remained. The blue orbs did not begin to glow again though, which still made the atmosphere of the room feel unnerving.

That's the thing that assaulted her when she first got here. It only attacked once the elevator started working again because it noticed an electrical device in it's area. It's the reason the box was missing. It's the reason she's in such a terrible place, dejected from all that she's ever known. The reason she can't fight as effectively anymore. And judging by the power it's already shown, and it's size, there was no way to make it pay for what it did to her. This brought an unnatural amount of anger to her heart. The lack of control she really had was beginning to take a toll on her. Suze, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief.

“God, I hate that every time. At least it didn't seem to react to you being here, so we're still safe, it looks like.”
“What the hell was that thing?”
“Well we don't know for sure. All we know is we really, really don't wanna mess with it.”
The group sat in silence for a bit, hearing the storm above the water begin to pick up, the swaying of the now unlit orbs getting more sporadic. Suze laid down on the couch and sighed again, looking up at the ceiling.
“Yeah, storms usually last quite a bit, so get comfortable.”
Napstablook spoke up for the first time in a while.
“I-I'm just gonna go into rest mode for a bit.”
As soon as he said that, the near inaudible mechanical whirs went completely silent, and his body went limp, still standing upright on his one wheel. Susie was now completely alone with her doppelganger. She laid down on her own couch as well, but kept an eye on the window leading out into the water in slight worry.

“Oh, don't worry. It won't be back again until the next storm. At least, it usually isn't.”
“Can't be too careful.”
“Right. Uhh, you hungry or thirsty or anything?”
“... No,  not really.”
“Okay.”

That was strange. She hadn't felt hungry since she left Toriel's house, and it's been quite a while since. Maybe it was her dragon resilience. Maybe it was something more. Maybe leaving where she was created removed a part of what made her real. Stop it. Why deny it? She was a fabrication. Fake. Stop. She felt useless, a shell of her former self. She felt empty. Hollow. Please stop.
“Are you okay, Susie?”
“What? Why?”
“Look at your hands.”
She looked down at her hands, and saw her claws in her mouth. She had been biting them subconsciously. She quickly put her hands to her side, and looked up at the ceiling.
“Yeah. I'm fine.”
“...Alright.”

She could tell by the tone of her voice that she didn't believe her. Which she supposed was alright, since Susie didn't believe herself either. She had to think of a plan. The box wasn't an option anymore, so she had to think of alternatives. If she found some way to climb the elevator shaft back up to Hometown without using electricity, she could warn everyone about the beings from the moon. Tell them the truth. But there's no way they would believe her. Even before she found the bunker, everything that had happened up until that point was unbelievable enough, let alone the discoveries she had recently made. And what if her finding the bunker was a stroke of luck? A mistake made by the ones who created it? What if she gets back to hometown only to find the bunker gone? She would be under their control again. So what other options were there?

Well, that door just before the elevator in the bunker had yet to be explored, but remembering what she had heard behind the door, she could only assume what lurked behind it definitely wasn't friendly. Though, if she waited for her strength to return to her, assuming it could at all, she could perhaps best whatever waited beyond the door, and explore beyond. Besides that, she had thought that maybe there was a maintenance hatch or something in the elevator shaft. Something to get into the inner workings of the cube, and maybe further. She suspected since the cube was hoisted in the air by chains, there had to be something above to hold the cube above the water. Maybe whatever was holding the cube was the main source of operations for the moon beings. The mother ship, maybe. Though, unless there was a way to ascend above the cube easily, like an elevator of some sort, she would have to climb those chains for quite a while. And that's assuming the cube doesn't have security of some sort, and she doesn't get caught. She knew the power they had all too well, so she tried not to imagine the extent of which her suffering could be if she was captured by them.

Susie sighed once more, staring at the glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Whatever the case was, she couldn't do much until her body healed fully. So that just meant she had to wait. Maybe that was the thing that truly frustrated her. The waiting. The hesitation. Her fragile body keeping the gates to her victory shut tight. She could only hope her frustration didn't boil over.

What she might do if she got truly angry scared her.