Chapter One: A Nightmare
(If it's in italics, that means Frisk signed it with her hands.)
Toriel stared at Frisk, her face expressionless and blank.
"Frisk, be a good child now, and go upstairs," she said.
Frisk stood her ground, terrified.
Toriel sighed, and said, "You're just like the others."
Toriel did not realise that Frisk was being scared, not rebellious.
Fire began to flicker, and appear in her hands.
"They all meet the same fate. They leave. They die," she added.
Frisk suddenly fell onto the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Toriel's expression turned to that of worry, and sorrow.
The flames left her hands.
Toriel walked over to Frisk, and picked up her child.
"Come on, let's go have some pie," Toriel said, comforting Frisk.
Frisk sniffled, and buried her face into Toriel's shoulder.
Toriel carried Frisk upstairs, where they ate Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie.
"Frisk... Why did you want to leave so badly?" Toriel asked.
Frisk lifted her hands, signing out responses.
I don't know… Something just told me to leave…
Toriel was confused, but she decided not to push Frisk for answers, which was good, as Frisk had no more to give.
When they finished eating the pie, Toriel smiled.
"Frisk, there's somebody I'd like you to meet," she said.
Who?
"You'll see," Toriel said, giggling.
Toriel grabbed Frisk's hand and led her to the door Frisk tried to escape from.
"How did the skeleton know it would rain?" said a voice on the other side of the door.
"How?" Toriel replied.
"He felt it in his bones!" the voice said, laughing afterwards.
Toriel laughed as well, very loudly.
Frisk smiled, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
"Who's that?" the voice on the other side of the door asked.
"That is my child, Frisk," Toriel answered.
"Nice to meet 'cha Frisk, the name's Sans," the voice on the other side of the door said.
'Sans...' Frisk thought.
Where had she heard that name before?
Sans, Frisk, and Toriel sat there for hours, Sans and Toriel telling cheesy jokes and puns, while Frisk just listened.
"Well, it's late, I'd better get going. Papyrus gets grumpy without his bedtime story," Sans said.
"We'll see you tomorrow," Toriel said.
"Definitely," Sans agreed.
Toriel grabbed Frisk's hand and led her away from the door, and to her room.
"Frisk, what did you think of my friend?" Toriel asked.
He seemed nice.
"Well I'm glad you liked him. Now be a good dear and go to bed," Toriel said, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind her.
Suddenly, Flowey peeked out from behind Frisk's dresser.
"You are such a fool," Flowey hissed.
How?
"Don't you see you're being lied to?" Flowey said.
Funny coming from a flower who tried to murder me a few weeks ago, and is now giving me life advice...
"That's all in the past," Flowey argued.
Is it?
Flowey rolled his eyes.
"Do you want my help or not?" he asked.
No, not really.
"You idiot! Oh great... SHE's coming..." Flowey said, hiding behind Frisk's dresser.
"My child, is everything okay? I thought I heard something..." Toriel asked.
Everything's fine.
"Are you sure? Well... Call me if you need anything," Toriel said, closing the door.
Frisk sat, waiting for Flowey to come out again, but he didn't.
He must've gotten tired of Frisk's sass.
Frisk shrugged and lied down.
She fell quickly fell asleep.
Frisk woke up screaming.
Another nightmare...
About Chara...
Frisk's heart thudded against her chest, beating rapidly.
Toriel suddenly burst into the room.
"My child?! Are you okay?!" Toriel asked, worried.
I'm fine. Just another nightmare.
"You know Frisk, if you ever need to discuss anything with me, I'm always here," Toriel said.
Thank you.
"Anytime," Toriel said, leaving the room again, and closing the door.
Flowey peeked out again.
"What did she do this time?" Flowey asked, completely aware of what happened in the nightmare.
He should know, Flowey had been talking to frisk for months.
She... She didn't even say anything this time...
Frisk began to sob, but still managed to sign some things out with her hands.
She was completely silent... Smiling while she murdered everybody... And... Then there was this little boy goat... He looked... He looked like Toriel. He was begging her, 'Please, Chara, no!'
Frisk sat still for a moment.
She didn't listen.
Flowey looked up at Frisk.
Tears were coming out of his eyes.
Flowey?
"I-I'm fine! N-no need to think otherwise... I'll be over here..." Flowey said, hiding behind Frisk's dresser.
Quiet sobs came from where Flowey was.
Frisk wanted to say something, but it was too hard. She wanted to tell Flowey that it was just a nightmare, and not real...
But Frisk wasn't a liar.
She remembered everything in graphic detail.
Everything she had seen through Chara's eyes.
Most of the time though, the voices of her victims were blocked out.
The only noises she heard most of the time throughout the nightmare were sobs of dying monsters, and Chara's horrible, cackling laughter.
Frisk lied down again.
She tried to fall asleep, but couldn't.
She was haunted by that laugh.
Frisk began to laugh similar to that, but soon, the laughs became sobs.
Horrible, loud sobs.
Toriel soon came in the room and comforted Frisk, but Frisk still refused to tell Toriel about the nightmare, fearing that Toriel would get scared.
Flowey looked on at Toriel and Frisk, wanting so badly to just join them.
But he knew he couldn't...
The part of him that could love was dead.
Flowey knew, he was just a soulless husk of his former self.
A smile crept across his lips.
Just.
Like.
Chara.