A/N: Its a short chapter, but I'll update again soon (hopefully) since its summer break now. I hope you guys enjoy!

I arrived at my house, where it was now past midnight. I checked my phone, and seeing that it was indeed late, I decided I'd sleep soon. I grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down. I changed into a more comfortable outfit.

Just as I was climbing into my bed, my phone started ringing. With a frustrated groan, I shoved the phone up to my ear.

"Hello? Maya?!" A voice on the other end of the line shouted. It sounded like Toriel, and her voice sounded frantic.

"Yes, what's wrong? And is that you, Tori?" I asked, growing worried.

Her tone grew higher in pitch, more frantic even. Her speech sped up as she explained what had happened, "After you left, there was this guy and he ran in with a bunch of other people and they started shooting at everyone, shouting about how us monsters didn't belong here and that we should return to the hole we came from. Many monsters were injured too, and...and…I'M JUST SO WORRIED ABOUT EVERYONE! I'M AT A MONSTER ACCEPTING HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW, AND EVEN FRISK IS INJURED! MAYA, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO…"

I had trouble hearing everything she said in the wave of frantic words that she shouted over the phone, obviously hysterical about the entire situation.

"I'll be there," was all I said before sprinting out the door, still in my pajamas. I rushed to the hospital, where I assumed they'd be.

I asked about Frisk first, and apparently all the rooms were side-by-side on the third floor of the hospital. I rushed up the stairs, the only thought in my mind being, Why?

Before I could open the door to Frisk's room, a voice suddenly began from behind, "Ya know…" The deep voice seemed to want me to turn around before it spoke again, as it trailed off, as if waiting for acknowledgement. I turned my head, where a hooded figure stood behind me. His face was shadowed and the hood was black. It was creepy.

"What?" I muttered, cautious of the new person.

"You shouldn't have done that. Coming to the party was a mistake." He growled, pointing at me. His hand shook as if he was filled with rage. "It's your fault. You lead me to that stupid metal hunk of junk's house. I've been waiting for a while now, ever since I found out about these parties. I was watching you, waiting for the next time you went to one." Realization hit me in the gut. I wanted to puke when I realized that monsters had died because of my carelessness. Only a few weeks ago, I had seen this same hooded figure at one of Mettaton's concerts. I hadn't even bothered worrying about it. Guilt washed over me, pouring through my veins and finally reaching my soul.

"I-I…" I began to speak, but the person had vanished. Tears poured down from my eyes and it felt as if my soul had a knife lodged in it. Worried, I placed my hand on my chest and drew it from my body. My usual green soul was now faded to a pale, grey tinted color. My soul was dying, overwhelmed with guilt and regret. No. I can't let it keep fading. I can't be consumed with this guilt. If it fades to black, I'll be empty, almost soulless, but still living. I can't let it happen…