Frisk saw silhouettes of monsters coming into view.
I'm coming back home, Frisk thought happily to herself. She could already smell the pie Toriel always made. She could hear Sans' voice greeting her. She could feel the tugging on her hair as Undyne dragged her to her house for a cooking lesson. She could hear Papyrus' voice as he raved about how popular he was online. She could see the cute characters of anime that she watched with Alphys. She could hear Mettaton's loud, robotic voice as he sang to Napstablook's written music. She heard Asgore's gentle voice as he explained to her the wonders of gardening. She felt every emotion from every good memory crawl all over her.
"Eh, don't count on it," the echoing voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Wait, you know what I'm thinking?" Frisk questioned the demon.
"Well, I'm kind of in your head," the demon answered.
Frisk tried to ignore the headaches creeping in her mind again, but that was impossible. The demon's presence was as strong as a tsunami.
"Go away," Frisk commanded through clutched teeth.
"Look!" the familiar voice placed an image in her mind; Papyrus.
"It's Frisk," now she heard the quiet voice of Napstablook.
"Oh, my darling!" Mettaton's voice was unexpected.
As Frisk exited the field and entered the village, a crowd of all her friends crowded around her.
"My child!" this voice sounded the most relieved of them all, the voice of Toriel.
Toriel pushed past Undyne and Alphys just to get to Frisk. She scooped Frisk up in a big hug.
"Oh, my child," her voice was gentle, not angry.
Frisk looked around at everyone standing around her. They all looked happy and relieved to see her, even Undyne. Sans didn't looked angry anymore. In fact, he was smiling as big as an ocean. If Frisk had caused them so much worry, why weren't they mad at her?
"Where did that bruise come from?" Toriel interrupted her thoughts.
Sans suddenly broke out in a nervous sweat. Thankfully, Frisk was the only one who saw him.
"Oh I, uh, fell one my face," Frisk was a terrible liar, but hopefully they would believe her.
"Oh, Frisk," Toriel was crying tears of happiness, "I was so scared I was going to lose you."
Frisk couldn't contain her emotions any longer, "Why aren't any of you mad at me?" Frisk questioned anyone brave enough to answer, "I left all of you and caused you all so much worry. Shouldn't someone be scolding me about running away, or something?"
"Kid, we," Undyne started to argue, but then couldn't think of what to say. Everyone else was frozen in confusion of a small child yelling at them.
Frisk shook herself free of Toriel's embrace. She pushed her way through the crowd and stormed into her house she shared with Toriel. Frisk shoved the door to her room open and slammed it closed. She angrily collapsed on her bed and closed her eyes.
...
There were two people, one female and one male. One watching and one oblivious to the eyes behind him. Both looked very different, yet there was one thing in common; they both felt a pain worse than a deep wound caused by a poisoned knife.
The one watching, the female, wasn't careful enough. She scraped the wall she leaned on.
The male looked shocked from the sudden noise, but then sighed.
"I know you're there," he stated without turning around.
"I know you know," she giggled, "But do you know why?"
He sighed once again, "I know what you want."
"Good," she stated, "And I know what you want. We both want the same thing. One difference is that we want it for different reasons," she leaned closer to the male, "The other difference is that you can physically get it and I can't."
"Maybe I can get it. Maybe I do want it. Maybe I would have the power to achieve my dreams with it," he stated with no emotions, "But that doesn't mean I will get it."
Those words seemed to frustrate the female, "If you would listen to my plan, you would get it. Get it for me. Remember everything I've done for you? You own me and you know it."
The male sighed for the third time, "Fine, what's your plan."
She smiled, satisfied with his response. She started to whisper her plan to him.