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"I can't face him, Sans, I'm not ready!" Frisk shakes his head, backing away.
"It's not that hard. Just survive long enough for him to spare you." Sans replies, "You have to fight him, Frisk. You can't stall forever. I can't keep hiding you in my room because you don't want to face this. You got through his puzzles, you can get through this. He doesn't really want to hurt you, you know that. Just show him you don't want to hurt him either."
Frisk looks down, "I can't face him, Sans. Not after.."
"If you can face me, you can face him. And he doesn't even remember what you did."
"That doesn't make it any easier." Frisk clenches his fists, "I'm not even facing you, Sans. Not really. I'm deluding myself, trying not.. To take into account the fights we had.. The look on your face that never left.. The-"
"Don't remind me." Sans replies dryly. He then shakes his head, "Listen, kid. You've done this before, you can do it again. Focus on the good memories."
Frisk shakes his head, "It's not that easy! My memories all jumble together to make this guilt worse! I can't just ignore it, it's all I am now!"
Sans sighs, "I'm only going to ask this once."
Sans's eyes darken and narrow, "Are you going to hurt him?"
Frisk stares at the ground, "Sans.."
"Give me an answer, kid. An honest answer." Sans crosses his arms, "Well?"
"I don't.. I.. Not.." Frisk groans, "I don't want.. To hurt anyone.."
Sans relaxes a little, "Okay.. I'll hold you to that. Don't make me go back on my promise, kid. Not again."
Frisk nods, "I'll.. I.. Better go.. He's.. Waiting for me.."
Frisk runs into the blizzard and he stops a few feet from Papyrus. Papyrus sighs, "Human.."
Frisk swallows, staring at the skeleton's torso where a huge slash mark resides, "Hi.. Papyrus.."
"I understand the feelings you must be feeling. Finding someone who loves puzzles and spaghetti as much as you do. I will help you through these feelings, I will be your fr-" he sighs, "No.. I can't be your friend. I must capture you! I must become part of the Royal Guard!"
Frisk nods, swallows hard, almost choking as large bones rise from the ground around Papyrus. Frisk's body trembles, "I don't want to fight you.."
Papyrus smiles sadly, "That makes two of us. But I must capture you, human."
The bones shoot at him and he dodges them, his muscle memory kicking in. He dodges the first wave of bones and then he's covered in a blue aura. He takes a deep breath, "Just jump.. Just jump.."
More bones come at him and he tries to jump over them. An unnatural gravity bears down on him and he breathes heavily, the effort to jump getting harder. The bones keep coming and he runs around one of them, only to have another stab right through his stomach. He cries out in surprise and pain, blood pours from his mouth and wound. The bone moves right through him and he stumbles, bringing his hands up to the hole in his stomach. He looks down and blinks slowly at the sight of his insides spilling out. He stumbles forward a few more steps and then he collapses.
His vision becomes blurry and his body numbs. He blinks slowly, his lids heavy. At least.. I can't.. Hurt anyone.. Now.. His eyes slide closed as he dies. Frisk wakes with a scream, clutching his stomach. Sans rushes over to him, looking worried. Frisk screams and kicks his legs, flailing around Sans's bed. Frisk keeps his eyes shut tight, shaking his head furiously.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" Sans tries to put his hands on Frisk's shoulders. Frisk shoves him away, falling out of bed. He keeps screaming as he scrambles to his feet. His legs wobble and tears stream down his face. He stumbles and falls to his hands and knees. He sits there and sobs, "It hurts.. It hurts.."
Sans sighs, walking up to Frisk slowly. He kneels down beside Frisk, "Now you know what it feels like.."
Frisk shakes his head, "Just kill me!"
Sans frowns, "I'm not going to do that. At least, not without probable cause. Whelp, we now know you do have Determination."
Frisk wipes his face with his sleeve, "So..? It's not like it does me any good.."
"Kid.." Sans tries to be sympathetic, "You know this isn't going to be easy, but neither was the very first time. You can't just give up, even if you want to. This isn't just for us, it's for you, too. Show yourself you can still come out unchanged."
"But I am changed, Sans!" Frisk glares right in Sans's face, tears still running down his cheeks, "Everything about me has changed! The way I see everything has changed! I look at you and all I see is what I've done! That's all I can see when I look anywhere! I look in the mirror and it's not me I see, it's Chara! You can't possibly understand the pain this guilt is putting on me! It's all I can feel, it's all I see! I am nothing but guilt! I don't deserve any of the help your giving me! I murdered everyone, Sans! I did it and I laughed! I let her influence me and now I can never take it back! I will never be the friend you once knew!"
Sans closes his eyes and exhales slowly, "Frisk... Did you ever think of what I felt while you went on your killing spree..?"
He opens his eyes, and they're dark and empty. "What I felt when you came down that hall wearing my murdered brother's scarf..?"
