Consequences of the Soul

Everyone sits at the kitchen table, eating spaghetti and Sans stares openly at Frisk. Frisk looks back at him, "You okay, Sans..?"

"I sense another soul in you." he states, then he coughs, "It's probably nothing, though. Don't sweat it, kid."

Frisk frowns, He can't be sensing Asriel, can he? Asriel doesn't actually have a soul, but if not him, then who? Then again, he might be sensing Asriel's presence in my soul. It has to be that. I can't tell anyone about Asriel, not until I can fix him. I promised him that at least. He doesn't want anyone knowing he's out yet. I don't break my promises. Frisk shakes her head, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Sans."

He nods slowly and Papyrus speaks, "What are you two talking about? Frisk has another soul?"

"No, it's just a misunderstanding." Frisk replies.

"Right. A misunderstanding.." Sans doesn't sound convinced.

Toriel frowns, "How could she have another soul?"

"I don't." Frisk states quickly, I have to end this conversation.

"Are you sure? Sans is hardly wrong when it comes to the stuff he sees in people." Papyrus tries to support Sans's theory.

"Papyrus is right." Toriel adds.

Frisk groans softly, a knot forming in her chest, "I'm sure.."

The knot seems to grow and tighten, sending sharp pains through her body. She wraps her arms around herself, closing her eyes, groaning. Sans looks at her in worry, "Hey, you okay, kid?"

"Human?" Papyrus asks.

"Frisk, what's wrong?" Toriel stands.

"I'm.." Frisk starts to speak and then she falls out of her chair.

"Hey!" Sans jumps from his chair and catches her before she can hit the floor.

"Frisk?" he asks.

She shudders in his arms, her body shaking. Sans lifts her fully into his arms and turns to Toriel, "Where's her room?"

"Down the hall, first door on the left.." Toriel replies, shock and worry covering her face.

Sans takes Frisk to her room and Papyrus and Toriel follow. Sans lies Frisk on her bed and covers her up. Toriel comes and stands beside him, "Is she okay?"

"I don't know.." Sans frowns, The other soul I sense.. Is it doing this to her?

"What's wrong with her?" Papyrus asks.

"I don't know." Sans shakes his head, " I don't know.."

Frisk lies in bed, shivering, fists clenches, eyes shut tight. Th knot in her chest continues to tighten and she whimpers in pain. Toriel covers her mouth, tears filling her eyes, "My poor child.."

"What's making her so sick?" Papyrus frowns.

Frisk's face relaxes slightly as she loses consciousness. She moans in her sleep, "As..riel.."

"Asriel..?" Toriel speaks softly.

"Asriel's your kid, right?" Sans looks at Toriel, frowning.

Toriel nods, "Why?"

Sans looks back at Frisk, "Could he be..?"

"What is it, Sans?" Papyrus frowns, "What are you coming up with?"

"Kid.." Sans rests his hand gently on Frisk's forehead, "Tell me you didn't.."

"Sans?" Toriel drops her hands to her sides, looking worried and confused.

Sans shakes his head, "Just.. A theory.."

"Mind explaining that theory?" Papyrus crosses his arms.

Sans sighs, "I think.. Frisk.. Might have.. Tried to absorb.. Asriel.. So now, it's making her sick.. I'm not certain though, it's just.. A hunch.. I don't know what else could be wrong with her. She didn't even eat, so she didn't get sick from Pap's cooking."

"Hey, Toriel did the cooking!" Papyrus replies, "I didn't poison the Human!"

"I know, that's what I just said. She didn't eat it." Sans crosses his arms, sighing in frustration now.

"You really think she absorbed him? How could she even do that?" Toriel shakes her head, "She said he had no soul. Can humans even absorb monster souls?"

"Monsters can absorb human souls, so I guess humans can absorb monster souls as well.." Sans replies, "Wait, when did she say he had no soul?"

"She told me yesterday that.. She met Asriel, but.. He was a flower. And he head no soul.." Toriel explains.

"A flower." Sans'e eyes narrow, "That damn flower, of course! I knew there had to be a reason he know about the Timelines, too."

"You met him, too?" Toriel asks.

Sans shakes his head, "He called himself 'Flowey' when I met him. He was quite a bother.. Er, no offence."

She frowns, "None taken."

"Do you mean the golden flower that talked to me?" Papyrus asks.

Sans nods, "He was up to no good, but I assume Frisk found the real him. She's rather good at that.. Poor kid couldn't leave him, knowing who he was. She's got herself into more trouble than she can handle.."

"How do you know your 'theory' is what's happening?" Toriel asks.

"I sense another soul in her, she said his name when she went unconscious. She knew Flowey, too. It's only math. I guess we'll see soon enough.." Sans replies.


For the next few days, Sans and Papyrus stay with Toriel to check on Frisk. The human girl seems to fall deeper into unconsciousness with each passing day. Sans sits at her bedside, frowning, "What's going on with you, kid? I can sense your soul weakening.. We're worried, we need you to wake up, okay?"

He sighs, "I hate that there's nothing I can do for you.."

"Sans..?"

Sans looks at Frisk with wide eyes, her voice is so faint he almost didn't catch it. He leans forward lightly, "Frisk?"

"Sans..?" Frisk repeats in reply, her body shivering violently. Her eyes flutter, but her eyes stay closed. Sans reaches out and grasps her hand, "I'm here. What is it..?"

"Sans.. Sans.." she speaks in whispers. Suddenly Sans's vision goes dark and he loses consciousness. When he wakes, he finds himself in an empty space with some kind of pale red lights illuminating from everywhere. He's lying on solid ground, but he can see more empty space below him. He frowns and sits up slowly. He looks around but he doesn't see anything. He stands and crosses his arms, "Where am I?"