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The humans carrying Toriel ran into the back of a truck and drove deeper into the town and a human with burns on their face and arms lit a match and threw it into a puddle. The puddle of oil with a burning match in the middle of it surprisingly caught fire. The fire spread through two thin streams of oil that connected to another pool two meters from there with a longer stream splitting off from each pool. Those streams went straight until they hit a wall of trees.
A wall of fire with three pillars burning silently. It was two meters tall between the pillars and the pillars were three meters tall. And doing the reasonable thing Kris jumped through it to chase the kidnappers. The fire didn't hurt as much as a normal fire would but it still hurt like hell(and it went out the hour which is something Kirs wouldn’t know till much later).
Kris went through the flames and landed awkwardly but didn’t stop running. When Kris got to the librarby they barely saw the truck turn left at the end of the road. Breaking into a sprint they chased after the truck, running like their life depended on it. {remark about bair feet if can be fit into cannon}
When they turned the corner the van was the first thing they spotted as it was among the trees and smoking and shadowy figures were running from the van to (Kris’s) house. By the time they got to the van, the figures were on the porch, going through the broken door. In the 3 seconds, it took to go from the bottom of the driveway to the door the humans were already on the stares. The sound of a door slamming echoed through the house followed by some heavy thunks.
When Kris got to the top of the stairs the door to their room was closed and a variety of signs were just behind the door, obstructing the view of the hallway beyond. There were lots of arrow signs pointing to the bedroom door and more stop signs, the were even a few warning signs. There was even some police tape.
Taking longer than they normally would have to open the door was all the kidnapers needed to shove the beds against the door. Luckily the door opened the other way and Kris could still open it.
Bounding onto the bed their eyes were immediately drawn to the swirling red vortex under the window and the human running through it.
Leaping toward the human and falling short as the quilt slips out from under them. Letting the human escape. Following the human into the vortex, their senses were assaulted with the sound of birds chirping and wind rustling through branches, wild garlic overpowered their sense of smell, and dark greens, and browns were blindingly bright in the evening sun. As their eyes adjusted to the light they found themselves in a forest.