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'Thinking'
"Speech"
"Empowered Speech" (Used when casting magic)
Chapter 2: The Tragic Family Reunion
They could not believe what they were seeing. This man that came out of nowhere was crying in front of their family portrait. Toriel did not know what to do, but she did know that Tristan was in pain. What caused said pain may have been unknown to her, but she felt that she should at least do something to hopefully cheer him up. Unknown to her, both Frisk and Chara were in a state of mixed feelings. On one hand, they felt that they knew him, therefore they were sad that he was feeling pain. On the other though, they were weary of him. They knew he was dangerous.
Not one of them knew what to do. It was a very strange circumstance that they found themselves in. Pushing aside her sense of danger, Frisk started to go towards Tristan. Half way there, frisk turned towards them and gave a determined look towards the rest of her family. Toriel and Chara saw this and decided that maybe they should also help in cheering him up. Unbeknownst to them, Tristan was reliving a particularly painful memory. The one where he had just killed his mother, only to find his two little sisters standing behind him with tears streaming down their faces.
Flashback
Tristan was stunned at seeing them standing there. They were supposed to stay at the house while he and Toriel had gone to check the ruins for any fallen humans. The plan was simple but effective. He and Toriel had done so many times in the past, so why were they here now?
"Frisk, Chara, why are you here?" he asked in a somber tone. He felt absolutely horrible already, now he had possibly scarred them for life.
"Why?" Frisk had asked that in an utterly broken voice.
"Why did you do that to mom?"
"Frisk, I can explain."
"What is there to explain broth… NO! What is there to explain Tristan!?"
"Chara, please listen to…"
"NO! Why should we listen to you! You just killed our mother! Toriel had taken you in! She had given you a home, a family and you just… you just… killed her!"
With every word that Chara had said, he just felt worse and worse. After seeing Toriel's look of betrayal and her trying to reason with him, Chara's word felt like actual stabs. He could not afford to listen to Toriel's words, the temptation to just break his promise would rise to be too much to handle. So he had just blocked off the world, putting him in a place where it was only him and his objective. He could not afford to regret it now, he had a job to do. He shut off his world once again and steeled his heart. Looking his sisters in the eyes he took a step forward.
"Frisk, Chara. I am really sorry, but this must be done. I only hope that you will understand."
Seeing the look in their ex-brother's eyes, fear had gripped their hearts. They wanted to run, to scream, anything, but their bodies would not move. All they could do was to stare wide eyed as their soon to be killer approached.
"I really am sorry you two, but this must be done."
He placed a glowing palm on each of their heads and it was over. As soon as their souls left their bodies, they slumped over, indicating that it was over. Puling himself out of his 'killer' mode as he had come to call it, he immediately fell onto his knees and started to cry. He was an emotional wreck. The full weight of what he had done again still weighs heavily on him. He knew that they were safe within that special place that he sent the souls that he collects, but that does not change the fact that in the span of an hour he'd just killed his family.
He would give them a burial however, even though he would revive them or end up having to RESET. It was something he had to do, or else his sanity might just slip.
Flashback End
He gasped as he felt three pairs of arms encircle him. Looking behind him he saw the trio from the portrait, all of them giving him worried looks.
"I'm sorry if I had worried you all, just having an unpleasant memory."
"Tristan, I know that we don't know each other all that well, but if you want to talk about it don't hesitate." Toriel replied with an encouraging tone.
"It's not good to keep bad feelings bottled up, but this is something I'm not comfortable talking about just yet. Now if I may ask who are these two little ones?"
Giving him a gentle smile, Toriel introduced his two little sisters.
"Well this is Frisk and Chara respectively. Girls say hello to Tristan, he will be staying here for the foreseeable future."
"Hi Tristan, I hope we can be great friends" Frisk said.
"Hi" Chara stated bluntly.
Soon they were seated in the lounge area, just getting to know one another. Well he more pretended to not know anything. He had gone through this scene plenty of times before. The only difference this time was his slight mental break down in front of the portrait. There was something that was bothering him greatly though. How could he forget about his little sisters? It never happened before, so why now? On top of that the two of them kept sending him strange glances when they thought he was not paying attention to them. No, something is definitely wrong. Now that he thought about it, Toriel had not asked about Flowey. She always does, she worries whether the flower had hurt him or not. She also asks him what happened to the flower, so something was amiss here. He kept the confusion off his face and continued the conversation. Eventually a lovely scent had entered the room, it smelt of baked dough, cinnamon and butterscotch. Taking a deep whiff of the aroma, he asked Toriel if she had something in the oven.
"O dear! The pie is burning! Please excuse me for a bit I will be back soon."
"No problem at all"
While Toriel was tending to the pie, Tristan started to look about the familiar room. Excluding the portrait, there was a modest dining table that could seat four people and bookshelf that was filled with books. There are three brown sofas, one that seats one person with a stool in front of it with a small table that had a lamp on it, the one that Frisk and Chara was sitting on that could seat two people, and the one that he himself was sitting on that also only seated two. The walls were a shade of light brown, almost a cream tone, and finally the flooring was light colored wooden planks. Definitely a place made for peace and quiet.
Once again he caught his two little sisters giving him a strange look. Deciding to address the elephant in the room, he gave them a questioning look and asked if something was wrong.
"No, no problem at all Tristan."
That statement was a bit rushed and he could tell that they were nervous about something. He decided not to pry. After all he did not want to talk about his dilemma when they asked. Soon Toriel had come back, stating that the pie just needed to cool down a bit. Continuing with the previous conversation before Toriel had to tend to the pie, he noticed that even she was a bit nervous.
Well know he definitely knew that something was different. He made a mental note to be aware. He was not being paranoid, there was times when things had not gone according to previous RESETs. Never before has anything been so 'diverging from the main flow' so to speak. Also this was the first time that he could not remember things that are very important. He had to be aware.
After a few minutes the pie was ready to eat. Everyone was seated on the dining table with a slice of pie in front of them. Thanking Toriel for the meal Tristan started to eat, savoring his meal. He could not help the smile as the cinnamon butterscotch pie was delicious, and it brought some good memories of the past. Times when he, Toriel and his two little sisters where having fun, reading snail facts from one of the many books and catching butterflies of all things. As he took another bite, he was ripped out of his musings by something that was not right. Once again the rest of the occupants where giving him a strange look. They were nervous about something and that was when he found something that is not supposed to be in the pie between his teeth. Discreetly slipping the object between his teeth and cheek he continued to eat. Making sure to pretend that he didn't noticed at all.
'What is that? It feels like a pill of sorts, definitely tastes like one.'
Now he was very suspicious, that was never there before. After the meal he stated to help Toriel clean, noticing that she kept an eyeing the time. After they were done, Toriel asked him if he was a bit sleepy.
'Maybe she thinks that I am a bit tired after today's events.'
He shot that thought down when he saw her giving him one of those looks again. He decided to play along for now, and agreed that he a bit tired. Toriel quickly walked off after telling him to stay there. That never happens. He noticed that his sisters are not there either. That also does not happen. Normally Toriel would offer that he stay in the girls room while they stay the night with her. Only until they get a bed for him in the extra room, which then becomes his room. Toriel eventually came back holding a blanket and pillow.
"I'm very sorry, but we do not have a spare bed. Would you mind to spend the night on the sofa? Its only until we get another bed for you."
"I don't mind at all. I kinda figured as much. Quick question, why would you get another bed for me? Not that I am complaining of course."
"I am certain that you do not have a place to go to, seeing that you are new to the underground. So for the foreseeable future I thought you could stay here."
"Thank you a lot. I really appreciate it."
"Well sleep well Tristan, and don't let the bedbugs bite."
Chuckling a bit Tristan replied "Same to you."
He watched her walk away, most likely heading to her room. He still had the pill in his mouth though. Deciding it would be best to spit it out, he made his way into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, he could not help but wonder what the pill was for. After filling a glass and adding some water, he took a sip to help him spit the pill out.
'Definitely not a pleasant taste, wonder what the pill does?'
Peering into the sink, he saw a small pinkish tablet. He recognized it as one of the sleeping pills that Toriel takes when she cannot sleep at night. Feeling his suspicion growing even more, Tristan decided to sneak his way towards the bedrooms. Nearing the rooms, he started to hear the voices of the trio. All of them were coming from one of the bedrooms, Toriel's room to be precise. He silently approached door and started to eavesdrop on the conversation. He started to feel dread at what he was about to hear. Not a good sign, considering the last time this feeling arose. Placing his head against the door to better make out the muffled sound, he started to listen to the conversation.
"Are you sure that the sleeping tablet will work mom?" came Frisk's soft voice.
"I am certain my child. I only use those ones in particular when I have a severe head ache."
"How long do you think it will take? I want to get this over and done with." Chara stated.
"Well it should put him in a deep slumber in about half an hour. I do hope this works my children, he has done this far too much already. I just hope that he has not hurt a lot of monsters yet. The little flower was nowhere to be seen when I found him."
They settled into a silence, but Tristan could not believe his ears. He knew that both Frisk and Chara could remember the RESETs, but he found a way to prevent that. Toriel was a different story all together. In all of his RESETs she had not once remembered what had happened. How was it that these three knew? Why now of all times? This did not make any sense to him. Could this also prove to be a major problem in the near future? He hoped not, because if it did it most likely alerted a certain pun loving skeleton to the RESETs as well. Sans also has the ability to remember the RESETs, but just like his two little sisters, he found a way around that. He needed to clear his head, but as he was about to stand up the he heard a voice.
"But mom… Is it really ok to hurt him? I mean he is a bad man, but doesn't killing him also make us bad people?"
Frisk's question stopped him dead in his tracks. Now that was not a thought that he liked at all. He would have to move up his plans. He felt a tear rolling down his cheek, he wanted to spend a little more time with them before having to end it again.
"I am sorry Frisk, but it must be done." Came Toriel's somber reply.
"Frisk after this we can give him a burial, if that help a bit. But sometimes to do something right means that you have to do something bad." Chara added.
On his side of the door, Tristan was barely holding back his sobs. Tears were freely rolling down his face, the only thing preventing him from making a sound was his hands that was holding his mouth shut. While his shoulders were still shaking from the sobbing, he silently made his way to the couch. Lying down in his supposed death trap, he struggled to calm himself before the inevitable meeting.
Soon he heard the door softly open, they were trying not to startle him. He heard them making their way towards him, slowly they inched closer. He heard the rustle of fabric right next to him. His danger sense was going haywire within his mind, he knew that he would act soon. Hearing a grunt from Toriel, he heard the whistling of a blade on a direct path to his heart. In the blink of an eye his hand shot out from under the blanket, grabbing his attacker's wrist in a firm grip. Before anyone could react, he leapt out of the bed and swiftly knocked the trio down. When they looked up and him, they all gasped. They were not expecting him to have reacted like that. He should have been in a deep sleep already.
"How? How do you remember the RESET?"
"Is that what you call it? Do you kill just because you have this ability to RESET? Do you…"
"Enough! Please, you do not understand what is going on Toriel. That statement alone is proof already."
"Then why do you kill at all? Killing is bad. Why do you like to kill so much?" Frisk asked in anger.
Now that was a painful stab at his heart. Frisk had always been able to calm him down when he was angry, cheer him up when he was sad and gave off a friendly atmosphere. Hearing her ask him that, it was not right at all.
"I have my reasons Frisk. I do not like to kill either. It makes me feel like a horrible person. I guess you could call me one. It does not change the facts."
"Maybe if you told us, we could help you."
"Frisk, please understand that no matter what you do will not change the outcome. I must kill Toriel, and I can't just let you two stay here all alone. There is no other way." He stated.
Tears started to roll down his face again. No matter how many times he did this, he could not get used to it. The feelings that came with the revelation of him killed his family. He started to steel his heart and block the outside world. Frisk and Chara started to back away in fear, with Toriel trying to shield them. It seems that the memory that he had relived earlier that knight was the same one they had a memory of.
"Mom! That is how he gets when he is about to kill us! Please do something." Chara yelled out in panic.
"I will try my child, but please take your sister and run! Run as fast as you can and don't look back!"
Before they could even react, Tristan had placed a glowing hand on Toriel's head. She slumped down and turned to dust, leaving a crying Frisk and Chara behind. Chara had tried to get her sister to move, but Frisk would not budge. She was frozen in fear.
"I'm sorry you two, but this is for the best." Tristan said stretching his glowing hands towards the two.
As his hand connected with their heads, Frisk muttered "Is this all.. that we… mean to.. you, big brother?" All the while Chara gave him a look of a pure pained betrayal.
With that said the two had died within his grasp. As their bodies hit the ground, Tristan was in a pained shock. Why would she still call him that? He fell to his knees, staring at his handiwork. Soon a fresh batch of tears welled up in his eyes. He started to cry once again, but this time he felt even more pain within his chest than any other time in his life.
A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter took so long. I was a bit distracted, not a proper excuse I know. Anyways, if you have any puns for Sans to use in future chapters. Don't be afraid to PM me. It might just make it into the story.
O yeah forgot to mention. Cliffhangers O'Plenty.
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