Prologue: "I can't do this anymore!" Frisk sobbed out. She knew her soul would break soon. The gash on her heart earlier had become inflamed and enlarged. But the intensity of the light was burning out. Frisk's heart will soon give out, no longer able to keep her soul in the physical realm. Now no longer strong enough to move her on to the spirit realm.
A.N: What's up everyone! Thank you for all your views! It might sound weird but I am so thrilled to see that over 100 people has viewed my story! I'm excited for this next chapter! I had planned posting it on Saturday, but I've decided that the Chapter 2 can go up. Just so you all know; I'll make a commitment to post one chapter per week around Saturday afternoons. So in regards to this week I will shoot to post Chapter 3 this coming Saturday.
I think with how it's going there will be around 10'ish chapters. It might get longer, depending on how the story goes. It is a work in progress.
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Chapter 2- Paying Your Dues
"…Those who are unfortunate to fall down here will be cursed, cursed in a timeless loop until their determination falls or their soul breaks. Seven souls we want, the last soul mine to take. If by chance any mortal leaves the underworld, 20 years will pass before the beginning begins."
"Until next time. Kid."
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"He killed me. Without even an explanation. He just...killed me!?" She stood there in disbelief at her situation. Chara appears behind Frisk, whom seemed very much amused at what was unfolding.
"Boy! He sure told you what's-what! Te-hehe! I would have destroyed your soul right where you stand had I not been so thoroughly amused! Even so, I really don't think you need my help for that Frisk!" Chara continues prodding and belly-laughing while Frisk had her hand on reset.
She appeared on the exit side of the RUINS. The cold wind pecks at any exposed skin and Frisk twinged from the chronic pain all over her body. Though there was no longer any visual wounds, the feeling of being punctured and the sensation of being split apart was still very much intact. She peered down the forest and its deceivingly inviting trail, the bridge barely in sight. She wasn't sure where Sans was, or when and where he would pop up. The door slams shut behind her and she continues to walk down the trail. "There has to be a way to get a hold of him. If not...this world...I won't let it end, not if I can do something about. I, have to make it right! To make up for what I've done. Sans...please...-" The sound of the stick snapped behind her. She whipped around to see the same grim expression as before on Sans' face. "...Forgive me."
The wind picks up as the same unsettling silence falls down upon them both. This time no words were spoken, a blue spark ignited Sans' left eye as he prepared for his attack. "Sans wait…!" He snapped his fingers, bones continually shot up from the ground and snow splattered everywhere as they made their way towards Frisk. Once upon her she jumped out of the way but her heart appeared out from her chest and turned blue. "Oh boy…-" Like a rag doll her body slams into the ground, she scrambles to her feet and jumps just in time before the bones shot up from the initial surrounding area. Snow splatters again and Frisk loses her balance falling onto her hands and knees. "Sans please I can explain!"
Sans halts and appeared conflicted, it was clear he was fighting back tears. He took a half step forward looking down, shaking his head he lifts his left hand and clenches his fist tight. In response Frisk's heart went blue. Her body was helpless to resist as she was dragged straight to his face.
"Well!?" He snarled between his teeth, hands twitching from rage as he complied, listening to her excuses. She was taken aback, being so close to him and his threatening magic gave her many unwanted flash-backs. "I-I've been stuck." She finally manage to blurt out. His posture relaxed somewhat but he kept a strong hold of Frisk's blue heart.
"Sans please understand that I've seen you, all of you guys, three other life times before...before I" She trails off, a large agony of shame swept her. "A-and each time when we all lived 20 happy years up on the surface...my world, everyone that I have ever loved and cared for, disappeared before my very eyes. I have been so all alone, I didn't know you remembered anything of the past lives. Had I known..."
Sans interrupts her...
"So let me see if I can paint a picture here...See if I understand this all correctly; you killed everyone you loved, everyone that I have ever hold dear…
He begins to laugh, almost on the verge of crying as he steps over her body looking down.
"...because you were bored?"
Bones sprang forth everywhere and large blinding beams of blue light shot towards them both, distorting Frisk's vision until everything went black.
Damn…. That could've gone better...
Frisk reappeared at the entrance, she continued walking down the path. Perhaps now that that was out of his system maybe she could reason more with him. "He can't keep killing me forever…" She thought stubbornly, marching her way down the snowy path. Frisk stepped over the small branch, and continued on. She began to shiver, the cold air was really bothersome. The stick snapped and she paused momentarily. She intended to turn around but was quickly greeted with a large blue beam of light. Screaming she flew 10 feet backwards before hitting the ground with her rump. Frisk shuffled backwards as she watched Sans take a few steps towards her. "Sans please! You have to stop killing me, I don't have to remind you that there will be consequences, your LOVE will increase."
He paused his advancement towards her. The same conflicting expression went across his face as tears built up on the sides of his eye sockets. He peers hard down onto her, seeming very disturbed.
"I take no pleasure in killing children over and over again. You-you think I do!? You're dead wrong, Frisk! I hate myself every time I see a child's mangled corpse in front of me, because of me, but I know what you did to Papayrus. You gave him no mercy and I ran as fast as I could down there. But I wasn't fast enough, was I? There was nothing left but his red scarf. I cried out his name, knowing no answer would ever come. He...he trusted you! And you hacked him down with everything you got while his arms were wide open for embrace! He may always believe in you, but I am not a chump whose easily fooled. You crossed that line kid! I'll be dead before you ever get far enough to reach Papayrus."
He pauses, breathing heavily, before mustering up all his strength to bring out 4 demon heads. "You should know by now that Mercy is off the table." He swung his hand down down pointing at Frisk. The mouth of the demons glowed, only seeing the silhouette of San's body and his one blue eye. Once again, her vision blurred before going black.
She was dead.
"I can't do this anymore!" Frisk sobbed out. She knew her soul would break soon. The gash on her heart earlier had become inflamed and enlarged. But the intensity of the light was burning out. Frisk's heart will soon give out, no longer able to keep her soul in the physical realm. Now no longer strong enough to move her on to the spirit realm. Frisk could sense it now, sooner or later, she would dissipate into pure energy; because with every reset, she fights harder and harder to keep herself together. With every reset, it became harder to stay alive from the weight of her sins and the constant battles with Sans.
Chara began giggling in the background, appearing near Frisk.
"Why don't you just consume me now? I thought we made a pact-deal...thing" Frisk snaps.
Chara's rosey cheeks beamed red in excitement and her lips curled up to a smile while escaping several blood-curdling laughs. The small Frisk-like child roles onto the back of her heals and gives a devious wink, waggling one finger in front of her nose.
"Well if I eat your soul now, you'll pass the curse back on to me. And I will remain stuck in that terrible void, always in a loop. But if your soul breaks, then...well it's only a theory after all. You look so surprised! Tehehe, it matters not, Sans has done a marvelous job at weakening your soul for me! Keep going on! Frisk! You are terribly entertaining to watch and who knows!? Maybe you'll get lucky! Keep going my Frisk, otherwise you'll be stuck with me as company!"
Frisk was at the entrance again. Her breaths were heavy and the cold air seemed to bite harder than ever before. "C-curse…? What is she referring too?" Her hand rose to her chest, her determination...her very soul was dwaining to keep afloat. But her heart refused. "How do I last long enough to prove to Sans that I mean to help him. He doesn't understand...Sans, please, you don't have too...but please help me save this world!" Frisk whips around and grabs hold of the large doors to the RUINS before they slammed shut, threatening to reveal her presence. Toriel blinked on the other side, confused as to why there was some resistance. Slowly, Frisk allowed the doors close, hearing only a low rumble that latched the doors shut. "He...he won't expect it." She whispered walking slightly to the right off the beaten path, hidden within the tall trees. It wasn't long before Frisk quickly became paranoid, the quiet cold air magnified each crunching footstep. Every unusual noise made her jump out of her skin. 'Papyrus!' She thought, looping back to the bridge. A gasp of terror escapes her lips. Sans stood there at the bridge looking out towards the direction of Snowdin. Frisk hid behind a tree now confused on what to do. "Come on Sans...you're literally killing me here." She whispers in a huff.
A dead cold chill traveled up her spine when Sans head slowly lifts up and snaps towards her direction, eyes black. Taking a step towards her, he glitches out, then disappears.
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"Shit shit shit shit shit shit!"
It was time to make a break for it. "I need to get to Papyrus! He'll save me! L-legs move! Move faster!" She bolts into a dead sprint towards the bridge. Unsure where Sans was or when he would plan to attack. 'I can make it!' She desperately prayed. Instead of running onto the bridge she took a sharp small adjustment and lept off the cliff next to the bridge. A beam of blue light snapped right to her left, desecrating the bridge and giving her the extra push needed to make it across. She fell head over heels onto the other side, the snow softening the fall. "I'm...alive?" That small victory, even if she were to die instantly afterwards, gave her a glimmer of hope, fueling her determination. With her hand on her knee, she braced herself up and continues to run like a bat out of hell.
"Sans! I heard a terrifying boom! Is everything alright?" A familiar voice spoke out in a distance.
Tears of joy streamed down her face as she saw a familiar silhouette forming up ahead. A bone shot passed her from behind, piercing her right through the shoulder. She yelped out a cry but dared not slow down. "Please!" She cried out to Papyrus.
"Please I don't want to die!"
Before the tall skeleton knew it he was suddenly tackled by a very strange human. "A-A Human!?" He yelped out before slamming down hard onto his back. Frisk scrambles up behind him completely exhausted from the chase. "Nye-hehehe! Sans! Look! A human! What a happy day, why, I must quickly prepare for my puzzles!" He quickly gets onto his feet to leave but Frisk held tight onto his hips like her life depended on it. Her arms reached out and around latching herself right next to his hips, burying her face down, waiting for the inevitable.
A seething blue aura surrounded Sans as he reappeared on the other side of the bridge. Papyrus long arm waves to Sans completely unaware of the situation at hand.
"Sans! You lazy bones! While you were off slumbering at the gates I, The Great Papyrus! Captured me a human! I will be loved! I'll have many friends! And finally I can join the royal guard! But this human looks scared to death! Practically a Popsicle! And dreadfully dirty...No no no this will not do! Puzzles await! But first-" He removed his red scarf, wrapping it around Frisk and gently picking her up. "Lets clean you up! And get yourself something hot to eat."
Promptly turning around Papyrus confidently strides back to their home. Frisk peers over his armored-shoulder; Sans behind brimming with rage and 6 seemingly amused Gaster Blasters hovered around him peering down the path towards her direction.
"Hurry up Sans! You don't want to miss this momentous occasion! I have made especially for this day; a plate of my special spaghetti!" Never before had the thought of Papyrus awful spaghetti sounded so comforting.
Frisk voice cracks a moan, but she knew she was safe.
For now.
Upcoming Chapter- Sanctuary on Enemy Grounds