Bring It All Back

Frisk opens his eyes and sunlight blinds him. He groans softly and turns on to his side, closing his eyes. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes again and he's in the familiar gravesite of who the demon used to be. He sits up and pulls flowers from his hair, with a blank expression. He slowly stands and stretches, his body stiffened from his "fall." He shoves his hands in his pockets and leaves, heading towards the Ruins.

Flowey greets him there in mock generosity, "Howdy!"

He instantly groans, rolling his eyes when he sees Frisk, "Oh, it's you."

Frisk shrugs, mimicking him, "Howdy."

Flowey glares, "I could kill you, you know."

Frisk shrugs again, "I know."

"Why'd you even come back anyway?" Flowey scoffs, "You got your happy ending, then you murdered us all. What's left to gain from this world? Why don't you just leave us alone?"

Frisk averts his gaze from the fallen prince, "Look, just attack me so I can get on with this."

Flowey raises an eyebrow, "You're asking to be attacked? That's new. What's your end game?"

He sighs and starts walking towards Flowey. He shudders, seeing himself cut the flower down to nothing but dust and petals. His eyes widen before his mind clears and Flowey is glaring at him, "Don't just walk past me!"

Frisk stops, standing behind Flowey. The flower turns so he's staring up at Frisk. Frisk slowly turns to meet his gaze. Frisk used to feel afraid of this flower, sad for this flower. Now, he only gets a spasm of guilt, which quickly falls away in turn to feeling nothing at all. Flowey frowns, "What are you really here for?"

"Didn't you feel it, Flowey?" Frisk asks, turning away, "The destruction of this world, just as it was all Reset. She said no one would remember. But you do, why do you?"

Flowey's eyes narrow, "Don't talk about her. She's likely to come back. Just go, I'll pretend I don't know a thing, if that'll make you stop being so weird."

Frisk continues walking, "It won't."

He walks into the Ruins just as Toriel is heading to Chara's grave. She gasps, "Oh my, you must have fallen down. Are you hurt, my child?"

She smiles, "I am Toriel, keeper of the Ruins. I often come through-"

Her words slur together in Frisk's mind as his vision blurs and distorts. He sees the shocked and pained look on Toriel's face as he stabs her with an awfully sharp toy knife. Her haunting words echo in his ears, "Do you really hate me that much? I see who I was protecting my keeping you here. Not you, but them."

He grips his head, stumbling back as he closes his eyes tight, muttering, "Stop, stop."

Toriel looks worried and she holds up a hand towards him, "Child..?"

He shakes his head some more, smacking the sides of his head. Toriel gently takes his fists in her hands and pulls them down to his torso, "Child.. Don't hurt yourself. It's alright, I am here, I will protect you."

She smiles reassuringly at him and he meets her gaze slowly. His body still shakes, he sees the injuries he inflicted upon her in another time. She releases one of his hands and starts walking, "Come along now, child, I'll show you through the Ruins."

As he is led through the Ruins, he sees spurts of images, monster dust on the floor, his blood on the walls. He can't fight, couldn't even defend himself. Not until she taught him how. Thinking of her makes him wince. He closes his eyes, his breathing uneven. He tries to clear his mind, but the scenes are worse behind his eyelids. One by one, the monsters of the Ruins turn to dust at his hand. He shudders, guilt consuming him. He shakes his head and opens his eyes, Calm down, Frisk. You can do this, ignore the images. Don't think about it and you won't feel it.

Frisk takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I have to fix this, it's the only way to get rid of this guilt. Toriel leads him past a few puzzles, and asks him to walk across a room by himself. After he does this, she stops, releasing his hand. She then smiles at him again, "I have a few things to do, stay here for awhile. There are a few puzzles up ahead that I haven't explained. I'll come back in a few minutes and then I'll show you to my home, okay?"

She pulls a small black phone from her waistband, "Here, take this in case you need to get ahold of me. There are a few monsters around, but they won't harm you, just ask them to go away. You'll be fine, I'll be back soon, my child."

She leaves and Frisk puts the phone in his pocket. He sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead. He sits down, cross legged and closes his eyes, "I'll just wait for her this time."

After awhile of sitting there, Frisk starts to fall asleep. Just as he's nodding off, he hears, "Ribbit."

His head jerks up and there's a Froggit in front of him. He shakes, remembering how he slaughtered the poor creature. He swallows, "Sh-shoo! Go away!"

Froggit tilts its head and croaks. It pounces on him and he screams, falling onto his back. He shoves the monster and he rolls out of the way, standing shakily. His eyes are wide, "Go away! I'm not going to fight you! Stop looking at me like you remember me killing you! Stop it, stop it! Go away, damn it!"

The monster croaks and hops away. Frisk stands there, shaking, breathing heavily. Tears spill down his face and he sobs, "This guilt is killing me.. I can't see straight.. I don't want this feeling.. I don't want this!"