Summary: Frisk reflects back on their power to RESET and the first time they met Chara. Frisk remembers all the times Chara caused them grief and sorrow, but also the times of happiness and understanding. How did Frisk turn the child who hated humanity into the child who hates humanity, if only, a little less? At least they like you, right?
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Undertale or any of its characters. That would be Toby Fox. But hey, I've got my mind and this story, right?
A/N: Hello again! As promised, I am back to the normal-ish update schedule, which basically means I won't go off the grid for, hopefully, more than few days at a time. Y'know, between chapters and such. I don't have anything special to say about this chapter… so, enjoy the read! Word Count: 1,773
To anyone listening to me, one piece of advice: never follow Sans when he says "I know a shortcut."
After I had so trustingly grabbed his boney hand and allowed him to drag me through one of his 'shortcuts', I had be left unconscious for about two days. The two brothers were worried, of course, but still, no warnings at all? No little fine print telling me this could all be a bad idea?
When I had finally awoken, I was groggy, hungry, thirsty, and had a splitting headache. I groaned as I sat up, clutching my head.
Frisk! Frisk, you're okay!
I winced at the loud voice reverberating from within my head. "You're too loud, Rara." I tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but was halted by a set of boney arms acting as a pillow for a white skull. I tilted my head to the side slightly, "Sans?" The said skeleton jolted, rapidly rising, and smacking the top of his skull against my chin. My teeth crashed together causing me to move the hand on my forehead down to grab my jaw, fingers massaging the soreness away. "Uuugh… What the hell Sans?"
Sans had a hand rubbing his skull as he looked up at my face from his hunched position next to the bed. "Frisk? Y-You're awake…"
Silence ensued as we both sat there, staring at each other. I couldn't stand it. "Talk about a rude awakening. Why am I in your bed anyways? I thought I was good on the couch."
You've been out cold for the last two days you dummy! Also, I thought I had told you not to call me Rara again! Chara had ever so politely informed me.
"you haven't exactly been much for conversation as of late, so I couldn't really consult you on it. i didn't realize what kind effect my shortcut would have on a human. you've been unconscious for the last two days, I figured you'd appreciate a bed over the couch." Sans replied as he scooted back from the bed and stood up.
I gave a quiet 'oh' in response. I turned, letting my legs slide over the side of the bed. I slid forwards planting myself on the ground. My legs wobbled as I placed my full weight upon them. 'I guess they're weak after not being used for so long' I thought. I stumbled forwards as Sans moved to my side steadying me. "Thanks, I suppose I'm just a little weak, is all."
He gave me a look of worry and guilt. "yeah…"
"Well, I don't know about you, but apparently I haven't eaten in two days, so I'm starving. Is Papyrus home?" I rested my hand on Sans' shoulder for support as we began to walk down to the kitchen.
"yeah, he is. he's actually making food right now. i hope you're ready for some spaghetti. you never did make it back in time for that special dinner he had planned. well, you did, but you were, y'know, unconscious…" Sans muttered.
I nodded as we managed to get to the bottom of the stairs. I almost tripped on the last step, my hand on Sans' shoulder squeezing harder.
Frisk? Are you feeling okay? You seem a little out of it.
"'m fine." Sans gave me a look as I righted myself. "What? Let's go, that food isn't going to eat itself."
Sans reluctantly allowed us to continue. When we had made our way to the kitchen and had begun to find our seats, Papyrus was there, clad in his apron. He had a wooden spoon in his hand as he stirred a large pot. Hearing us approach he called out without turning around, "SANS? GOOD TIMING, FOOD IS JUST ABOUT DONE. HAVE YOU- WAS THERE ANY CHANGE IN THE HUMAN'S CONDITION?"
I put my finger up to my lips in a gesture of continued silence to Sans. He gave me a smile and a small nod. I quietly giggled as I turned towards Papyrus again, trying to tiptoe my way over. I raised my arms in preparation of a surprise hug.
"SANS? YOU ARE THERE RIGHT? I'M SURE I HEARD SOMEONE-"Papyrus turned around abruptly. With his tall frame, Pap's elbows were just the height of my forehead. When he turned, as fast as he did, I had nowhere to run as his pointy elbow jabbed me in the forehead.
I let out a high pitched yelp as I crouched on the floor, holding my head. "What is with you guys and hitting me today?"
"OH HUMAN! I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO BE AWAKE YET." I let out a groan of pain. "UM, RIGHT…" The tall skeleton turned towards their fridge and pulled out a frozen bag of peas. "THIS SHOULD HELP, HUMAN. I REGRET NOT BEING MORE AWARE."
I gratefully took the bag and shoved it against the soreness. "Thanks Pap." We sat there in silence, the skeletons awkwardly staring at me. I coughed, "Erm, well, I was informed there would be food?"
Papyrus grinned, "INDEED THERE IS, TINY HUMAN. YOU HAD NOT BEEN AVAILABLE FOR MY SPECIAL MEAL I PLANNED, SO AN ORDINARY ONE IS IN ORDER." He looked slightly disappointed that I hadn't gotten the chance to enjoy his special spaghetti.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Anything prepared by the Great Papyrus is guaranteed to spectacular, right? We can always do it another day." I tried to encourage.
Papyrus shook his head and turned back to me with a smile. "YOU ARE RIGHT! EVERY DISH I MAKE IS MADE TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY. WE WILL SIMPLY HAVE TO DO IT ANOTHER TIME, WHEN YOU HAVE RECOVERED. IN THE MEANTIME, THERE IS SPAGHETTI TO BE CONSUMED!"
I turned around to go sit at the kitchen table, where Sans was already seated as he observed. Papyrus made up three servings of spaghetti before joining us. The meal was eaten in relative silence, not including Papyrus's extravagant tales of his day. When all was said and done, the taller skeleton began to wash the dishes and clean up the leftovers.
I stood up from the table. My hand immediately grabbed the edge of it, as I became extremely light headed. My legs felt heavy and my arm began trembling as it ended up holding my full weight upon it to keep me from falling to the floor. Sans was drinking a bottle of ketchup at the time and paused to look over at me.
"hey, kid, you okay? you don't look so hot." His eyes bright and slightly concerned.
My breathing became harsher and more rapid. "I- ngh" I halted as my stomach did flips and twists.
"seriously, you okay?" Sans got up from his seat and move to my side. He raised his hand to my forehead. "kiddo, you're burning up."
My trembling increased as I reached a shaky hand out to grasp Sans's hand while it was attached to my forehead. "S-sick. I- I'm going to be. Sick." Sans grabbed onto my hand as his left eye glowed bright blue. I felt a tingling sensation wrap over me as he lifted me into the air via magic. He carried me upstairs and into the bathroom where he placed me by the toilet. I immediately latched onto the sides of the bowl and heaved.
"SANS? IS THE HUMAN OKAY?" I heard Papyrus voice from downstairs.
"i'll be right back. don't- don't go anywhere or try to get up." The short skeleton blinked downstairs as he explained to Papyrus.
F-Frisk? You're going to be okay right? You won't…die? Chara worried from within me.
"Ch- Chara. I…" My body felt more weakened as time went on. My tongue became heavy and it was hard to stay conscious. 'What's happening to me?' I fearfully thought.
Sans reentered the bathroom. Upon looking at me again, his face looked extremely worried and a bit scared. "let's get you into bed, okay?" I nodded weakly, but I'm not sure if he saw it.
I was once again lifted into the air, suspended by a cloud of blue magic, and carried into Sans's room. He placed me in his bed, pulling the covers over my sweating, trembling form. He quickly blinked away and returned a second later with a bucket and washcloth. He placed the cool fabric over my forehead.
Frisk? Can you…come here?
My lids were heavy and sleep sounded really good at this point. I glanced over at Sans who was standing at my bedside. Papyrus had entered the room and was fretting over what to do. I reached my hand out to Pap. My hand grazed his and he quieted, his worried face gazing back at me.
I took in a shaky breath and spoke in a scratchy voice. "I'll be…okay. Need. Need rest. Don't…worry." As I spoke those last words, I drifted off, vision going black. I was still conscious enough to enter my mind. I saw Chara looking frantic as she seemed to shake with frustration.
"Chara?" Weird. In my mindscape, I didn't feel the same fatigue as I did outside.
Chara spun around and bolted towards me, tackling me to the ground. She said nothing as she sat there hugging me as tight as she could. "Frisk. Frisk. Frisk." She kept repeating my name like a mantra.
"Chara? I'm here, okay? I'm here." I returned her hug, just as tightly.
Chara pulled back slightly so that we could both sit up. She looked at my face. She held a look of relief, her face glistening with tears that had slid down her cheeks. She gave me a small smile, a real one, full of joy and happiness. I felt my soul fill with overwhelming joy to see her look so happy, even if it was brought about by an unsavory situation.
"Frisk." She said it like she just liked the way it rolled off her tongue. "Frisk!" She pulled me back into a rib-crushing hug. "You're here. I can…I can feel you."
"I can feel you, too." I said, causing Chara to begin tearing up again.
I didn't know how long I would be able to stay in my mindscape with Chara. I could feel the darkness of my feverish sickness creeping along the edges of my consciousness. The only thing that was on my mind at that moment was sitting in the darkness with Chara; the only light, the dim red lighting from our two souls. I smiled wide as I squeezed harder, snuggling my head further into the crook of Chara's neck.
"I knew you'd hug me one day…"
A/N: Hmm, I like it. Fluffs with Chara are pretty awesome. I like the idea of Frisk having some sort of side effect from Sans's magic. I mean, Humans haven't used it in such a long time, I feel like it would have some sort of effect if Frisk had contact with it so directly. This doesn't necessarily mean Frisk will suddenly have magical capabilities. Don't know if that will even be a thing, this was just a thought floating around in my head. Hope you guys liked this one! Sorry if it may feel like it ended a bit too quickly. I liked how it went, but I didn't want to expand too far or the chapter would have kept going. Until next chapter :P
