Frisk - I feel a familiar jolt of energy pass through me, it comes every now and then when I began to feel death approaching. I learned what it was in my first hundred rests, that's what I use to keep time, how many times have I fallen asleep. So far its been 3742, I have nothing else to do so why not keep track of how long this torture plagued me? I tried to fall back into slumber, closing my eyes only for comforts sake. I counted in my breaths. One, two, three, four, five, six...a face from my past flashed behind my closed eyelids, warped by time but still knowable anywhere. My "Mother" smiled at me and unwarranted tears leaked from my eyes, dampening my cheeks.
No, no. Don't think...just sleep. One, two three fou... and again, a face popped in. Memories rolled through my mind, the sharp tang of ketchup and the sound of low laughter played in my mind. Sans... More tears now, and from there I couldn't stop them or my thoughts. Puns crossed my mind and clenched my heart in the hot grip of the darkness. The once happy thoughts had grown dark with the inability to grow and flourish with life's nourishment. I watched my friends in my mind, scenarios pass through like movies and they show me what "happened" after I disappeared, or died, I'm not sure which. Mom falls back in love with Asgore, but not right away. It takes months for him to persuade Mom to hang out at all. But with that little leeway Asgore apologized and earned his forgiveness, now he lived with Toriel in a house Aboveground.
Sans had kept up his routine of puns and keeping eyes out for Toriel and the others, never letting on his secret to them. I know it, however each time I try to remember it I'm met by resistance. For that reason alone my determination was sparked each time I thought of the lovable skeleton and I tried to remember his secret. The resistance meets me full force again, pushing my mind away from such thoughts and attempting to make me forget why I even wanted to know. My determination pushes back, demanding the hidden knowledge from the recesses of my mind.
"Interesting..." A low, soft voice echoes in my mind. "I didn't think your determination would last this long..." the voice said again, my body locked in fear. After so long with nothing but the sound of my breathing and my voice, recently not even that either, hearing something made me more than frightened and a little happy at the same time.
"W-What?" My own voice cracks the air after a few seconds of silence and the fear that the melancholy and monotony would return ceased me. "W-Who are you?" I croak, hoping for a response.
"Your determination is admirable, I will give you that." The response came, "Why do you still try to fight? Why do you keep yourself alive?" The words ring in my ears, bringing confusion with each syllable.
I have been keeping myself alive? B...But how? I recall how each time I thought I was taking my last breath and right before the surge of energy filled my cells I would feel my heart stutter with fear.
"I...I don't know." I responded to the incorporeal voice.
"Well I'll tell you what, Frisk, I will free you from here but in return I ask a small price." The voice gave a low chuckle, haunting in the void's emptiness.
"And what would that be?" I asked, husky tone leveling out a bit and allowing my voice to come out without stutters.
"A small token, really. You wont even miss them, I want just a few memories."
I laughed, a throaty sound that sounded alien to my ears, "Just a few memories? That's all? Sure, take the damned things. I don't need them, they're just haunting reminders of this place."
"Great," The voice said, something coloring its bass tones but not something I could name. "I'll take them then." I felt the sensation of battle tear my soul from my body and the four buttons of my past floated before me. Without a moment to act I was whisked into battle with a faceless boy, not a word was spoken and each time I was hit by his attacks a memory flashed through my mind before disappearing. The images made no sense, why was Sans attacking me? Then it was gone. Why was Papyrus dead? Then that too was gone. Why is Toriel bleeding? Now that's gone as well. With each memory leaving me I feel a part of my being disappearing. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing.
As my hp bar becomes fully red my eyes close and a pushing sensation covers my body as my soul returns to my body. Unconsciousness washes over me and I blissfully drift to the sleep I craved before.