Chapter 7 : Twist of Character
After the incident with Frisk, everyone was pretty irritable. Well, with the exception of Papyrus. The tall skeleton kneeled near the crying child and did their best to comfort them, putting them to bed and playing with their hair until they'd calm down enough. As for Undyne, she had gone inside the house were Alphys was tending to the wound on her arm.
Sans had went out the first while you exited last from the shed. You expected him to have disappeared to wherever he usually went to hide when wasn't in his room, so it was quite a surprise when you caught a glimpse of the back of his blue jacket by the trees behind the house. Hesitantly, you approached; knowing far too well he wasn't in the mood for a conversation, however being by yourself right now couldn't do any of you any good.
He heard your steps in the snow as he soon acknowledge your presence: ' What'd'you want, kid? Get back inside.' His tone was cold and empty.
You leaned against the tree next to him, close enough so your shoulders brushed against each other. 'That wasn't Frisk, was it?' you almost whispered the question. Sans didn't answer. He seemed tired.
'Sans? Who's Chara?' you tried again, more insisting. But as the words left your lips, you felt the skeleton stiffen next to you and turning around so he could face you. His right arm hit the tree right next to your ear and you shuttered when you saw the black void in his eye sockets starring at you.
'You gotta learn to shut your mouth sometimes, buddy.' He was so close; you felt the cold steam of his breath on your face. 'Don't ask questions you don't want answers to.'
You gulped, 'Let me help, let me help out with Frisk-'. His cold laugh cut you short. He regained himself and spoke again, this time letting his anger out:
'Help us? Look, pal, why don't you just fuck off already? You had your chance, too bad you fucked it up. Frisk's long gone now, better say goodbye to your happy ending.'
Your eyes stung a little from the harsh words Sans at thrown at you and you tried to think of something to say, but nothing came.
'This was it, don't'wcha get it? This was the good Frisk, the good timeline! We could've made it out to the Uppergroud.' His voice lowered again. 'Guess you don't have to deal with that, pal, since you must have had it good up there.'
Sans backed up, releasing you. You let a long sigh escape you as you watched the skeleton walk away. He soon disappeared into the forest and you slid down on the snow. For some reason tears were streaming on your cheeks and your nose was running. Why were you crying? Sans wasn't the first person you had disappointed in your life time, your parents and the people around you constantly made sure to remind you of it. But why was it that this skeleton's approval was so important to you? You didn't have the slightest clue. The only thing you knew was that all you wanted right now was a warm bed and to sleep all this off.
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The shed was silent and cold that night. Every muscle in your body needed rest but you were tensed up. Sans hadn't talk to you since this morning, actually he completely disappeared after your conversation. You felt terrible about it. Turning to your left side, you cozied up more in the covers.
Frisk was sleeping on their side of the gate. Surprisingly, the monsters did put up much of a fight when you insisted on sleeping in the shed again. However they insisted on locking the gate and giving you the key, in case of an emergency.
The small child was whimpering in their sleep, probably having a nightmare. You couldn't blame them with the events of today. You wondered how such a pure mind could turn so evil. Well, when you thought of it, it wasn't hard to imagine, after all: how many times did you almost cross the same line Frisk crossed today?
The gasps and debates were getting more and more insistent and loud. You sat up, trying to see something in the moon light, but only shadows guided your sight. Poor kid, this definitely wasn't the rest they needed. Their nightmare gradually turned into a nigh terror while they fought against invisibles enemies. What could you do? You hated seeing them suffer like this, especially after you told Sans you wanted to help. Carefully, you got up and unlocked the gate.
The wooden planks creaked under your steps and the dark submerged you deeper. Kneeling near the whimpering child you put a hand on their shoulder to wake them up. The cries immediately stopped but Frisk wasn't answering you. As you shook their shoulder again, the child suddenly rolled around, a strike of silver passing before your face.
You fell back in surprise. Frisk was standing up, their eyes covered by their bang and holding a cutlery knife in their hand. A small grin made their way on their face as you felt a warm liquid roll down your cheek.
You mind instantly understood that the child before you wasn't really Frisk., but rather the same person that attacked Undyne today. They were probably the one that stole the knife from the breakfast kit Papyrus brought them this morning.
The insidious child rocked back and forth on their feet, as if lost in thought. Although, when you tried to get up they jump in your direction. Swearing, you dodged as best you could but still managed to get a deep cut on your left thigh. Frisk rolled and jumped back up, smiling widely at you as they attacked again.
Could you bear hitting them? They were just a kid after all. You dodged again but this time made them trip, gaining some time. You rushed to the door in an attempt to escape, but after a couple of steps a sharp pain in your back made you fall over. You rolled on your back before Frisk could jump on you, knife first.
'Frisk, please stop! It's not you!' you tried pleading but only met empty red eyes staring down.
'Sorry, not home right now...' the voice laughed and send down shivers all over your body.
Barely holding up the kid above yourself, the knife somehow was getting closer and closer to your neck. This was bad, very bad! You did want to die just yet; you were so scared of letting go.
Cold flowed through your veins and filled you with determination. You refused to end this way. Whatever it took, whoever it took, even Her. Tingles ran down your fingers clenching the child, in your arm, chest, everywhere in your body. Fear quickly turned to anticipation and your whole Soul relaxed.
Bending your knees under Frisk , you sent them flying backwards. Yet, both of you got up at the same time, facing each other. With even losing a second, you sent a kick flying toward the child, which they avoided easily, cutting down the inside of your knee. Failing down, you grabbed their armed arm and twisted it before tossing them face against the ground. They struggled but couldn't seem to free themselves, well until they bit your right leg next to them. Screaming, you let go and they took advantage of the situation by jumping back on you. You anticipated the attack and absorbed the impact, but Frisk still managed to lend a deep cut on your ribcage. Growling, you pushed yourself up for a moment only to fall back onto the child, tackling them to the ground. Both of you let out a cry of pain. But mainly you, as you felt the whole length of the knife carve its way into your right shoulder.
Panting, you looked down on the fallen child. Their expression was completely filled with hatred. If they could, they would kill you on the spot. How did Frisk become this? Was this what you looked like when you let Her take full control? Did you look like that now? Your eyes met crimson ones and you felt submerge by them. Frowning slightly, Frisk let out a long sight, steaming in the cold air which you inspired. They seemed disoriented, almost like they just woke up. How will you ever explain this to them?
'You dirty liar!' a familiar voice in the darkness brought you back to reality.
Looking up, you saw Sans stand a couple feet back, a blaring blue fire in his left eye. His hand flung sideward and a clamping feeling overtook your heart, tearing it out of your body. An invisible force flew you backwards into the opposite wall. The air left your lungs from the shock. Sliding down you tried stopping the intense bleeding from your shoulder were the knife used to be.
Sans walked over to your cowering figure, an enormous skull of an unknown monsters floating over him. You knew by the look he gave you all was lost. You grasped your tiny black soul into your hands and felt tears form in your eyes.
However a tiny a red heart appeared between you and the skeleton. Frisk stepped after it, throwing themselves at you in a hug. You felt tears soak your sweater and their small body shaking with sobs. You let out a sight escape your lips as you realized Frisk was back to normal.
'Move, kid, move out the way! It's not your turn this time!' Sans sounded broken
Frisk didn't even look at him, furiously shaking their head in your sweater.
'Move, for fuck's sake! I can't handle two killers at once!'
'They helped me…Sans, they cured me' the brown-headed child whispered in between sobs.
The skeleton looked at the crying mess at his feet in disbelieve. Not entirely sure what of make out of it as his Gaster faded away and the blue flame in his eye socket diminished in intensity. He waited for Frisk to continue.
'I'm ok now…' was all they said.
