A.N. Some sads, some happies.

Warning: Vague mentions of sexual abuse

Chapter 6: Awakening Soul

When she next woke up, it had been a month. She ached a little, but overall felt well, and wasn't quite sure why she was in the hospital. She would find out an hour later, and it would never be the same.

Frisk was quietly flipping through a magazine. No one had left her anything worth anything to do in here- they probably hadn't planned for her to wake up. She wasn't about ready to push the call button.. if something was wrong, she wanted to wake up completely before she heard it.

Why hospitals left stupid little business magazines in here, she never knew. No one liked them! When she opened up her own clinic, she was going to add a little variety! And if people stole them, well, she could afford to replace them, for sure.

When the nurse came in, though, the world shifted on its axis with one sentence.

After taking her vitals, and asking after her health, the nurse flipped through the chart. "Well, it looks like everything is good. You and the baby are fine," the woman assured. "Let me get the doctor and get you signed out."

It was as if the entire area of Snowdin dripped down her as ice flooded her system.

"WHAT!?" she shrieked. "BABY?!" She grabbed the panic button, pushing it over and over. "HELP! HELP!" Frisk cried out, mentally in shrill terror.

The doctor arrived, took one look at the nurse, and started yelling at her. Security arrived, and the nurse was escorted out of the building by force, as she cried "I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

But Frisk caught the gist of why- Brad had.. And she started crying into her hands.

The doctor, a older women, took her hand, and coaxed her into calming down, explaining that Brad was arrested, and probably never going to get out, because he had done this to others as well- just never in a publically recorded place.

At that Frisk huffed in bitter humor. "Lucky me, right?" The doctor shook her head mournfully, and explained her options.

Frisk.. never wanted to end another life. Ever.

"That won't ever be an option," she told the doctor. "I will love that child." And she didn't make promises she couldn't keep either, with her hand over her slightly swollen stomach.

Frisk was able to talk her way out of counselling, and carefully withdrew from college till further notice. As she climbed up the mountain, initially full of hope, she grew more and more ashamed.

Monsters didn't do casual sex, afterall, and she wasn't sure if her father would understand..

She reached the cave, and her father was sitting there, dozing, and miserable looking. Her steps had him standing up in a rush, looking worried and furious. As she slid down the cave wall, she allowed him to yell at her, scold her, plead with her.

Frisk shrunk in on herself, until things grew quiet. And hearing her exhausted father doze again, hesitantly reached out. She pulled back, several times. She didn't deserve his comfort. But.. she realized, she knew her father. He would never judge her for something that wasn't her fault- he proved that once already.

So she took out and grasped his robe.

"Daddy.."

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It took awhile to explain it to her father- most of which was long silents as she processed what she was saying for the first time. Asgore realized early on that anger wasn't going to make this any easier on her, even anger at this Brad person.

"Oh Frisk.." Asgore sighed, wishing ever more he could reach through the door to comfort his daughter. Because over the past few years, she really had grown to be that close to him. "So.. you are keeping it?"

She brushed her hand over her swelled stomach. "I want to keep her, Dad," she murmured. "I know that means I won't be able to start my clinic as a doctor.. but maybe I can fund one."

Asgore rubbed his eyes tiredly, before dropping his paw. "You know you won't be able to travel here for awhile," he told her steadily. "If you fall, that's it, for both of you."

Frisk looked surprised, as if she hadn't thought about it. "Yea, I guess you're right," she murmured sadly. But her eyes brightened, at an idea. "I'll be back!" she chirped, suddenly excited, as she rushed to her backpack.

She had kept it for emergancies..but this heavy, solid, satellite phone would be perfect. It was solar powered, and if she remembered correctly, it would stay charged a long time, with the light on the flower garden, the cracks giving just a little sunshine, she explained to him, handing it over.

Asgore looked at it, surprised, and a little unsure if it could even cross through the barrier. She slipped it in, and gave him her cell number.

Asgore called Frisk..

..and it rang!

They tested it a few more times,with him even going all the way to the flower garden. It worked up until the point he tried to go further than the throne room, but that was okay.

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It wasn't okay, he realized. She had left, and he left it out all day, but even still, for every 5 percent it left, only 3 would return.

The second call explained that briefly, and they came to a schedule of sorts. Once a week, 20 minutes a day.

That worked for two months.. and then winter came, and the sunshine was gone even longer. The barrier protected from cold.. but wouldnt do anything about the equinox.

Frisk pled with him not to take her phone to Alphys, pure terror in her voice at them finding out about her. He hated it, but her fear was enough to overcome that hate.

There was only one percent left on the battery, and they saved it, for two months later, on Frisk's birthday. She poured her excitement out to him, how the structuring of the clinic was going, about how she was decorating the babies room- it was definitely a girl!

Asgore asked her about the babies health, though, and she went quiet. "She'll be okay. I'm DETERMINED," she finally answered.

The battery started beeping, slowly, a count down to when it would finally burn out. He tried to bluster an answer out of her, but she said nothing. There was maybe thirty seconds left when she answered.

"Dad," she interrupted. "We don't have time to argue. Hang up, and I'll call when she's born, with the last few seconds." And the line went dead.