Oh gosh guys, I'm so sorry for the lack of update to this. I kind of got swallowed up in my other story and my plot ideas ended up wandering into that neighborhood. I do plan on working on this too, but I just got highly distracted. I still love you guys, and so I made sure to write this!
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xrestlessfangirlx: Thank you! I do intend to write more! I'm really glad you like my writing style.
So without further ado, onto the next chapter.
I do not own Undertale.
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The morning sunlight brought a special light for Frisk. It brought her a tranquility that was hard for her to find most of the time. Yet, here at the skelebros home, although how covert it might be, made warmth crawl through her.
A growling stomach snatched her from her daze, and she laughed lightly at it. Patting it comfortably she snagged the sweater she had somehow thrown off in the middle of her sleep, and tugged it on. Peaking through the cracked door, she took note of the soft snoring from the living room.
Tip-toeing as quietly as an 18 year old girl could, she snuck down the hall, then the stairs, and then behind the couch where Sans slept pretty successfully. She then padded into the kitchen and, as sneakily as she could, snagged a carton of milk from the confines of the refrigerator, and poured herself a glass.
Slipping the carton back into the fridge she sighed as she leaned against the door of it. Sipping her drink she hummed quietly to herself, and then she stopped.
On the counter a knife glinted, the blade pointing away from her and the handle sitting, beckoning for her touch. The dull sound of her glass hitting the ground echoed in her mind as her sight sharpened on the murder weapon in front of her.
"Hey kid, you okay?" A sharp breath filled her lungs as she snapped her sight to Sans. Worry etched into him as he stood in his usual outfit, though without the blue hoodie.
Her eyes snapped back to the knife, only to find it gone. Shakily, she gripped her chest, and she pushed past Sans. Plastic cup and spilled milk on the floor. Sans sighed to himself and flicked his wrist, blue glowing around the mess and dropping it into the sink. The floor was spotless. He chased after the distraught human.
She locked herself in the only bathroom in the home. It was completely spotless, most likely by the diligence of Papyrus. Her hands gripped the sink, her knuckles bone white, and she stared into the mirror. All that stared back at her was her. Frisk let out a shaky breath and rested her forehead against the glass. She was still herself. Chara hadn't gotten to her yet...
Frisk sighed as she rested her head in her hand, cradling it as her mind wandered back to why she had actually come back home. She really did want to see everyone, and she missed them so much her heart ached. But...the memories had started up again. Corrupted memories that were so twisted that they seemed like nightmares, and she believed that for a few years.
Then...something weird happened…
It had been after one of the more terrifying sessions. She woke up violently, a scream caught in her throat. Everyone's faces..Toriel's, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Sans...they...they all stared at her, stood around her, as their magic leaked from them like blood in a rainbow horror show, and their eyes...they were static.
She could feel her sins on her back, and they stuck in her like knives.
Next thing she remembered she was hugging the toilet, as her fear came rushing out her stomach. Once, twice, and with a lame attempt at a third she groaned as she rested her head against the rim. "Comeon Frisk…" She mumbled to herself, wiping at her mouth and spitting the taste from her mouth, she pushed herself up. Leaning against the sink, she ran the tap and took mouthfuls of water to help calm her stomach.
Stumbling back to the bed she was renting for the night, she plopped back down and groaned into her hand. Glancing at the clock- 3:30am -she huffed her bangs out of her face and folded forward.
Staring down between her knees, a glint caught her attention, and her heart stopped. A knife. Perfectly centered between her feet. Staring at her, wanting attention.
She clawed her way backwards, feeling herself hyperventilate as she had crawled over to the other side of the thin-twin bed, and fell off the ledge. She groaned as she clutched the back of her head and curled from the hard impact - then immediately returned to scooting as far as possible away from the knife.
The faces of her past lives sins haunted her, and those sins that she committed sliced at her skin until she was burning. It still stared at her though, the blankets from the bed did nothing to block the view of the metal glinting from bloodlust. Once she couldn't go any farther in this small room, once she was backed up against a wall, she gripped where her soul would have been floating. She wasn't a killer. She WASN'T!
Everything stopped, as she heard quiet static, and the glint of the metal twitched. It happened in a blink, but she saw it. Forcing herself to slow her breathing, she swallowed a couple times, and shakily she crawled forward. The static grew louder the closer she got, but barely. On top of the bed, she stared at the thing. Intense curiosity overriding any fear that still held her. With a deep breath and a shaky hand, she reached forward at the twitching knife that had its own soundtrack, and she felt the floor.
The knife had twitched around her hand, it parting around the foreign visitor. It seemed to pull away from her fingers in rectangular form, and the static came in roughly. "W..what?" She pulled away, and the knife seemed to short out and disappear completely. Sitting up on the bed she rubbed her arms for comfort, her mind lost in thought. She gasped and whipped around, then rubbed her neck as she then went to gather her things and leave quickly.
She could have sworn she felt someone's breath on her neck.
A gentle touch on her arm caused Frisk to scream, and inadvertently elbow the intruder in the teeth. A male groan sounded from her, and she whipped around, staring down at a wounded Sans. She gasped and pressed her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide with apology. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" She knelt down next to him and leaned him against herself.
Another groan was followed by a chuckle. "Don't worry, I was floored by your beauty." He winked and smiled, displaying a rather large gap in his grin. She would have laughed, if she wasn't terrified. Sans paled. "That bad?" He got up and looked in the mirror. "Oh...That's what I get for being mouthy all the time." He snickered and turned to the worried girl, who held up the tooth to him.
"Here. I'm so so sorry!"
He snagged it from her, held it in place, and it glowed brightly. After a minute it stopped, and he pulled his hand away. He shrugged with open hands. "See? Good as new." He grinned widely at her, causing Frisk to sigh in relief.
"Good." She stared at her hands as she sat on her legs.
Sans took in her form, and sighed as he plopped a spot next to her and hung and arm over her. "Kid, what's wrong? You can tell ol' Sansy boy." He lidded one of his sockets and leaned forward to look up at her. His smile faltered.
She looked absolutely terrified.
Grabbing both her shoulders he turned her to him. "Hey now, what's wrong? Ain't like we're back at the judgement hall." This caused her to start crying, making him panic. "Come on kid, you're making me feel tear-able here!" Frisk sniffed and wiped her face off.
"Sorry."
Sans sighed and pulled her into his lap, holding her close and leaning against the wall. "It's okay, just next time unzip your mouth and talk to me." She nodded into him and rested her head against his sternum. "What's swimming around in that head of yours?" He asked softly, and when there wasn't any response he decided to switch topics.
"Tori should be up and about soon, and when she sees you she's gonna baw-l." He bleeted the last word, causing her to chuckle. "There we are…" He floated himself up to standing with her in his arms still, and he opened the door with his magid. "Hungry? Grillbz ain't open yet, but I'm sure I can whip up something for ya."
Frisk blush as she pressed her face into the jacket. "You don't have to carry me."
Sans tisked at her. "Ain't letting you walk until you get a grip. Could have rubber legs, and I can't have ya fallin' for me like last night." She groaned as she leaned against him, earning a chuckle from him.
He sat her down in a chair and went to cooking on the stovetop. He didn't use his magic, the motions and actions calming his mind from the image stuck in his head. Her terrified look. He sighed as he poured some powder into the pot of boiling water. He read the instructions and continued stirring as the concoction thickened. Using his magic to grab a couple bowls from the high shelf he poured them each their own portion of it and walked it over to Frisk. Sitting next to her blue-glowing spoons dropped into the bowls, and he pushed one to the human. She blinked at the porridge and smiled.
They ate quietly, yet the silence was comfortable. Frisk hummed happily and finished her meal off, and blinked as she looked at the second bowl, barely touched, was pushed to her. She looked up at him, and stiffened at how intense he stared at her.
"Eat. You're skin and bones, which ain't such a good look on ya." He said lightly, as if it were some joke. Frisk pulled herself into her sweater more. Heh, there was a reason why she wore such padded clothing. His hand landed on her arm, causing her to flinch. "Hey." She met his gaze, and eyed the lighthearted smile. "I'm only trying to help ya kid. Same as everyone else here in this town. We're family." The word hung bitterly on his magical tongue, but he shook the thought off. Frisk needed them for support. Who knew aside from herself what she went through?
Frisk looked at the bowl, and then at him, and then sighed in defeat as she gripped the spoon. "Weren't you going to eat?"
He shrugged and leaned back into his chair. "Ain't hungry. Don' really need to eat." His grin widened as he watched her dig into the porridge. It seemed to falter slightly though as he leaned forward and rested his head in his hand. She was thin. Her sweater hung off her in a way that didn't in her youth. Her collar bone popped out from under the skin, and her cheekbones were prominent, but not in a good way telling from the deep set eyes. At least the bags under her eyes were less, but not gone. He needed to keep on her to eat, and so that's what he tasked himself with doing. He felt the warmth of having a goal rest in his core, and he grinned at that.
"Want more kid?" He quipped as she finished off the second bowl, and she shook her head.
"No, I'm stuffed!" She beamed at Sans.
"Like a turkey?"
"Turkeys would be jealous at how stuffed I am!" Frisk giggled at the thought.
Sans shrugged and pushed himself up from his seat. "I better see you gobble up all the pie Tori's gonna make for you when she sees you." he grinned, and Frisked laughed, smacking his arm.
"You're awful."
He snagged his jacket and pulled it on in one move, then grabbed his keys and locked the door behind them, making sure all doors were closed and lights were off with blue will.
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Toriel hummed to herself a tune she had heard from the children the day before during recess. Something about posies and roses, and that's all she heard and didn't catch the rest. She wore a brown sweater over the blue dress that was made of soft cotton. The dress ended at her ankles, and she had no need to wear sandals. Her maroon eyes eyed the bag that rested on her shoulder and was tucked safely between her and her arm. She locked up her small home Asgore and her shared, happy with how much he changed once they were surface bound. He didn't hold any ill will towards any of the humans, and in fact was the biggest teddy-goat one would ever know. She had forgiven him quickly once she took note of his change of heart.
She laughed to herself as she turned to the bright blue of the early day sky, and she paused at the figures at the end of the walkway. Just at the end was Sans, who winked at her, and…
Toriel dropped her bag. "My...my child?" She asked, her breath hitched as she took in the sight of the lanky young woman. She had tears in her eyes, and Toriel hadn't realized she was on her knees. She had seen her in dreams only, and she could have sworn she was in another one.
The contact from the human girl assured her that this wasn't a dream. It felt too real.
Toriel held Frisk close, sobbing into the young girl as she cradled her close. She was so fragile, like she would break at any point if she was too tight.
The door opened behind Toriel, and a deep gasp sounded. Another body joined the hug, as Asgore sobbed into Toriel's shoulder and kissed the top of Frisk's head.
Sans smiled at the scene, and leaned against the fence. It was good to bring a family some closure.
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