NOTE: this is a little thing I made because of the wonders of writer's block for other stories! For those who actually read my stuff, lately I've just been busy and… tired. But here you go, everybody!
Italics: Chara
Bold: Frisk (inner dialogue)
Bold and underline: Frisk (sign language)
They sat quietly at their desk, Toriel at the front of the room, teaching math. Their least favorite subject.
Frisk! Hey! Friiiiissssssskkkkkk!
They sighed. Chara continued to rap at their mind endlessly. Yes, Chara?!
Oh good, I have your attention. Look, I have a bad feeling. You know how these go. I think you should reset. Like, right now.
Frisk sighed. Though this was not uncommon for Chara, it was a very tiring question. NO, Chara.
They heard the tired sigh. Then silence as their attention focused on the annoying lesson.
A few hours later ((time skip))
They walked out of the school, ready to walk home with Toriel, as usual. "My child, how was school?" their mother asked kindly.
They grinned at their mother and signed, Today was great!
Toriel smiled. "That is excellent news, my child! Are you ready for math homework?"
Pouting, they attempted to show their annoyance with the worksheet. This earned them nothing more than a small laugh from their mother.
"Oh! Be careful here, my child!" she warned as they approached the crosswalk.
Frisk nodded, looking both ways and waiting to be allowed to cross.
Toriel's phone rang.
She turned and answered.
The crossing guard waved his hand.
Frisk began to walk.
A car didn't stop.
They heard a scream.
They felt pain.
Then there was nothing.
((another time skip))
All they saw was white. Chara groaned. They heard Papyrus crying.
And then Toriel appeared.
"My child! Oh, thank goodness you're okay!" tears of joy were in her eyes.
Undyne laughed. "Of course the kid's alright! They're tough! Right, Alphys?" she grinned.
The scientist looked away. "They might not be c-completely alright… I read the papers." She stuttered (adorably, of course).
Sans looked up. "What do ya mean? The kid seems to fine. Tibia honest, I've never seen them in better shape." He attempted to lighten the mood with a pun, obviously failing.
"BROTHER! HOW COULD YOU PUN AT THIS TIME! I ALSO READ THE REPORT! YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED!"
Frisk looked up worriedly. Guys, what's going on? Their shaky hands signed.
"My child…"
The doctor came in and interrupted. "It seems young Frisk here is doing fine. Well, mostly."
"What's wrong?" Sans asked, hoping for something minor.
"I'm sorry, but it appears that there was major damage to Frisk's spinal cord. Their legs can no longer function. In short, they will never walk again."
Frisk paused and looked in disbelief. I knew we should've reset…
Toriel looked shocked. "It… it can't be true…" tears formed in her eyes.
The doctor left respectively.
Just to test the doctor, Frisk mustered up every ounce of determination in their soul towards moving their legs. But nothing happened.
Toriel held their hand comfortingly, though her paw was shaking violently.
We'll be fine, Chara…
How do YOU know?
I don't.
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NOTE: Yeah let me know if you want me to continue this. It'll get happier and much funnier, I promise! This has been something I have been thinking about for a long time, and I finally got it out! Yay!