Safe
Sans walks around the empty space for what feels like forever, but there's nothing, just space. No matter how far he walks, it's as if he never took a step. He sighs, tucking his hands in his sweater pockets, "I don't see a way out.. I can't even teleport.."
He keeps walking, and then he hears Frisk's voice, just barely, call out to him. He gasps and runs towards the voice. Her voice slowly gets louder until he can barely see three entwined lights; red, green, and gold, shooting into the sky. He finally gets to the lights, breathless and he sees the three lights hold people. The red light in the center holds a sleeping Frisk. The green light on her right holds what appears to be a sleeping Asriel, and the golden light holds someone encased in shadow. Above the people, the lights twist and entwine as they ascend.
Sans stares at the lights, dumbfounded, "F-Frisk?"
"Sans?"
Frisk's voice echoes from everywhere, but the sleeping Frisk's mouth doesn't move.
"Frisk!" Sans calls back, "Kid, what's happening to you?!"
"Please, don't be mad at me."
The voice sobs. Sans shakes his head, "I'm not, I promise, just tell me what happened. Where you went.."
"Everything will be okay, soon, I promise."
"What are you talking about? Where are you, kid? Let me talk to you face-to-face." Sans replies.
"You.. Are, Sans."
Sans blinks, and looks at the sleeping human in front of him, "This.. Is you? For real?"
He stares at Frisk, levitating in her weird red light. He frowns, then looks at Asriel, "You are harboring his soul."
"Can't harbor a soul that isn't there. I'm just keeping him safe while I fix him."
"And.. That?" Sans gestures the the shadowed figure in the gold light.
"That's.. I actually don't know. Asriel says that person was already here when he got here, so.. I don't know who it is. They've been asleep forever, though."
"Do you all sleep all the time in here?" Sans crosses his arms, staring suspiciously at the figure in the gold light.
"No, Asriel doesn't sleep much. Usually only when I'm asleep. I want to stay here, Sans. It doesn't hurt here."
Sans shakes his head, "You can't just stay here, kid, everyone misses you back.. There. Back home. You need to wake up."
"I can't. I've been trying. You can help me, can't you? I think.. I brought you here.. I just.. Got so scared, I kept calling for you.. I didn't know where I was at first.. But, then I heard.. I'm safe here, I'll find out how to let you go.."
"What did you hear? Kid, where are we?" Sans asks.
"We're.. In my soul."
"Makes sense, I guess.." he frowns, sighing, "I need to find out what's hurting you before I leave. We need you to wake up. I need to separate you from Asriel-"
Frisk's voice cuts him off, "Asriel isn't hurting me, don't touch him!"
Sans gasps softly, "Kid.."
"What's happening is my fault, so leave him alone!"
Tears fall down the sleeping child's face and Sans sighs, "I'm sorry.."
The voice sobs and Sans stares at Frisk with a sad expression, "Look, whatever's happening to you, it isn't good. It needs to be stopped, you could die."
"How? I don't want to die, Sans."
"And I won't let you. I just.. Need to figure out how to relieve the pressure being placed on your soul." he replies.
"How do you do that?"
"I have to find the source first.. Are you sure it's not Asriel?" he asks.
"How can it be? He has no soul to interfere with mine.."
"So it must be.." his eyes narrow as he looks at the shadowed figure, "Them."
"How? They've never bothered me before.. I don't even know who they are.."
"It's either them or Asriel, one of them is hurting your soul. I'll take them both out if I have to, if it means saving you." Sans states.
"Sans?" Toriel places a hand on Sans's shoulder, shaking him lightly.
She frowns lightly and shakes him a little harder when he doesn't wake.
"Toriel?" Papyrus sticks his head into the room. He sighs, smiling, "Ah, let the lazybones sleep, he's been freaking out all day."
"You're right.." she shakes her head, smiling, turning to him, "You should get some sleep, too."
"I shall! I will nap on the couch!" Papyrus goes back to the living room.
Toriel sighs and leaves Frisk's room, shutting the door behind her. She then goes to her own room and sits on her bed. She looks around and picks up a framed photo sitting on her nightstand. The photo is of her, Asgore, Asriel, and a child with short hair who's face is covered by a bouquet of yellow flowers. Tears fall down her face as she stares at the picture, "I do miss you all.."
She shakes her head, "My family.. My children.. They died so young.. So long ago.. If only I could have saved them.. I would give anything to have them back with me.. Having Frisk here helps a lot, but.. She just looks so much like her.. It kind of hurts at times. And yet, Frisk is so different than she was.."
She wipes her face, chuckling softly. She puts the picture back and closes her eyes. Suddenly she hears screaming. Her eyes snap open and she runs to the source of the screams. Inside Frisk's room, Sans is back against the far wall and three children now sit on Frisk's bed. Asriel on the right, Frisk in the middle, and a girl mirroring Frisk's appearance but with darker hair on the left. Toriel bursts into the room and gasps, seeing the children. All three children look at Toriel and call out in unison, "Mom!"