'Yo' - Harry writing or signing

'Yo' - Thoughts

'Howdy' Angry monsters (Flowey)

'HELLO HUMANS!' - Papyrus

'sup' - Sans

AN: I've been asked what run it was. It is a Pacifist run.

AN: Please don't murder me for this.

Chapter 10 - Questions To Be Answered

Alternate Title: LOCKED

When he opened his eyes again he was surrounded by black. He blinked and sat up, looking at the glow coming from before him. It was his Soul, but it was shattered and pulsing faintly in front of his chest. Harry's eyes widened as he cupped the pieces in his hand.

'I… died…' He thought in shock. He gasped in pain as his Soul started to glow dark red and piece itself back together. The pieces sealed together in a red flash and he felt pain flash through his body as the wound in his chest healed.

His eyes snapped back open when he heard a giggle. He spun around but saw nothing. He frowned and started to walk through the darkness, his Soul providing light. He heard a splash and looked down to see that he was knee deep in what looked like water.

Suddenly he started to hear a conversation. He closed his eyes as a bright light nearly blinded him. When he opened his eyes again he was standing in what looked like a hallway lined with beautiful stained glass windows. He spun as he heard footsteps and saw what looked to be Frisk walking towards him.

He frowned when they didn't even notice him. His eyes widened when he saw the dust covering the younger human. He covered his mouth and shuddered as Frisk passed through him without a care. He spun back around to see 'Frisk' walking up to Sans.

Sans' eyes were dark and Papyrus' scarf was wrapped around his neck. Harry watched as Sans started to talk to Frisk and moved forward to watch them closer.

"it's a beautiful day outside. the flowers are blooming, birds are singing. on days like these, kids like you, should be burning in hell." This Sans said as bones formed around him. Harry could almost hear music in the back of his mind.

Harry turned to look at Frisk and was almost horrified to see the creepy smile on their face, and even more so horrified to see the glowing red eyes. This wasn't Frisk. Frisk was a pacifist, and this child was holding a well-used knife and covered in monster dust. He reached out for them both to stop as they started at each other.

His eyes widened when he tried to take a step and felt like he was walking through tar. He heard the giggle again and a pain flared through his forehead as his scar felt like it was torn open. He let out a silent scream as what felt like goo flowed out of his scar.

He opened his eyes to see what looked like a completely black Soul made of tar floating there. His attention was drawn to his arm when he felt a hand grab it. He looked down and his eyes widened in shock and fear as something smiled up at him and reached for his Soul.

His magic lashed out in a multicolored pulse and he pulled his arm out of the thing's hold. It was then when he noticed he was sinking and already up to his chest. He started to panic as the black Soul sunk into the tar and made him sink faster. Tendrils of blackness started to reach up to drag him under as he gasped and struggled to get free.

As he went under he saw that the 'thing' was a child crying black tears. The child reached out for him and he could have sworn he heard them cry for help as his head sunk under.

Harry's eyes snapped open and he started gasping. He fell to his knees and gripped his chest. He felt a weight on his waist and looked down to see Frisk hugging him tightly. He struggled to regain his composure as panic swept through his blood.

'I was dead. And now I'm not. WHAT IS GOING ON?!' He thought frantically as his eyes glowed, highlighting his panic. He grabbed Frisk's shoulders and looked them over frantically, 'Are you hurt?' He asked, hands shaking as he formed the words. He had to be strong for Frisk.

Frisk looked at him with tears in their eyes and nodded, 'I'm okay.' They signed back.

Harry let out a heavy sigh of relief before looking over to see the golden star right next to them. His eyes widened and he got a flashback to what he had just experienced. He closed his eyes and tried to shove the memories away as he looked down at Frisk.

'What was that?' He signed to them.

They looked at him in confusion so Harry continued to sign, 'I got killed. A spear went through my chest. How am I alive?' Frisk's eyes widened and they stared at him.

'You remember dying?' They ask. Harry rolled his eyes, 'Kind of hard to forget.' He said back. Frisk looked down at their shoes.

Harry put his hands on Frisk's shoulders and smiled when they looked up, 'I'm not sure what happened. But I'm not going to force you to tell me.' They nodded at that and moved forward to hug him.

'I'm not going to mention what I saw. That wasn't Frisk, or at least, not this Frisk. Maybe Sans will know? But for now, Frisk believes that Undyne can be their friend. So maybe we just have to get past her and things will work out.' He thought to himself before his eyes steeled.

'Let's go.' He signed and Frisk looked at him in surprise, 'What? You want to be friends with Undyne right? Then we have to get past her for that to happen.' He said.

Frisk beamed and hugged him again before they both took off running. This time dodging the spears was easier than the first time because Harry had knowledge of where they would be coming from. Now that didn't say that he wasn't scratched a lot by the time they got to the end platform.

Both he and Frisk paused as Undyne started to pin them in. Harry could feel his magic wanting to react to the threat but Frisk shook their head as if knowing what he was planning. He frowned and trusted the younger human.

Then they were both falling because Undyne broke the bridge. Harry reached out a grabbed Frisk before turning so that his back was facing the approaching ground. He cried out as his back hit the bed of flowers. The air was knocked out of his lungs as he gasped for air.

Frisk looked at him frantically. Harry waved off their concern and sat up with a groan. He pulled a Nice Cream out of his bag and broke it in half before handing Frisk one half. Frisk ate it and looked down. Harry finished his off and sighed as he felt some of his pain leave. He looked over at Frisk and frowned.

'Are you okay?' He asked. Frisk shook their head and looked up at him, 'What's wrong?'

'You got hurt because of me.' Frisk said before looking down.

'Hey, I got hurt because of myself.' Harry signed before ruffling their hair, 'Besides, I've got to look out for my little sibling, yeah?' He said with a grin.

Frisk stared at him in shock and then a small smile formed on their face as they nodded. It was hard to believe that in another timeline they had been alone, breaking under the strain of redoing everything over and over again. And for the first time in a long time they were happy.

Harry smiled at them again before standing up and stretching out his back, 'Flowers are soft, but from that height, anything is hard.' He thought, looking up at the broken bridge above them. He sighed and looked at Frisk, who was poking the flowers.

'Let's go.' He signed as he repositioned his back. They nodded and followed after him. As they walked Harry noticed that it seemed to be the bottom of the waterfalls and there was a lot of human world trash piled up.

Harry kept at least five feet away from the yellow star before the waterfall as Frisk walked up to it. Frisk looked at him when they were finished and frowned when they saw him staring at the star with trepidation.

They walked over to him and grabbed his hand before tugging on it to pull him into the next area. Harry chuckled mutely and walked next to them as they waded through the water. Harry was thankful that Waterfall was not snowy like Snowdin or all this wading would be dangerous.

They passed by a cooler and a glint of metallic covering caught Harry's eye. He walked over and pilfered a small bar from the cooler. The words 'Astronaut Food' were stamped on the bar. Harry blinked and tossed it to Frisk, who caught it after a moment of fumbling.

Harry smirked and raised an eyebrow at them. They stuck out their tongue and stuck the bar in their pocket. They continued towards the path at the end of the corridor.

Harry paused for a moment to look at the dummy, something tingling on the edge of his mind. He narrowed his eyes for a moment before moving on. He moved to get onto dry land when both he and Frisk were frozen where they stood.

Harry turned his head to see the Dummy start to glow ominously and float in the air. And angry face appeared on it and it floated in front of them.

"I am the ghost that lives inside of the Dummy!" It yelled at them, "My cousin used to live inside a Dummy, too. Until…!" The Dummy continued to talk as Harry stared at it in disbelief.

It was monologuing. Like a stereotypical villain. He looked at Frisk, who was listening to the Dummy intently. Then there was a pause and Frisk's scarlet colored Soul popped out of their chest. Harry's eyes narrowed and he started to move forward but Frisk shook their head. Harry paused and looked at them. They smiled confidently.

Harry frowned, but stayed back and let Frisk handle it. He glared at the Dummy as it sent attacks at Frisk. But Frisk dodged them almost expertly. Harry watched with narrowed eyes as he observed the fight. He really needed to talk to Sans after this. There were some things he needed to know. Starting with the 'coming back from the dead' thing.

Frisk dodged the attacks and forced them to hit Mad Dummy, seeing as though that was the only thing that progressed the fight. Harry watched as the battle got harder, but Frisk continued to dodge around the attacks. It got to the point where Mad Dummy was yelling at his own attacks and they left.

Mad Dummy froze when his last attack missed and then started yelling about how they would be stuck fighting forever before laughing maniacally. Harry started to frown and was about to finish the fight when another ghost appeared and scared Mad Dummy away.

The ghost was quiet spoken and apologized for interrupting. The ghost seemed to be slightly depressed, melancholic and withdrawn.

"Oh no… I haven't met you… My name is Napstablook." The ghost said quietly. Harry smiled and waved. Napstablook looked down, "Well, I'm going to head home now… oh… umm… feel free to 'come with' if you want." He said softly. "But, no pressure. And I understand if you're too busy. It's fine with me… no worries… just thought I'd offer." And with that Napstablook left.

Harry looked at Frisk, who was munching on the Astronaut Food. He raised an eyebrow and they smiled and signed, 'We should visit him!' Harry chuckled and nodded.

Reviews are appreciated.

Alternate Title: UNLOCKED; Title Name: Tar and Ghosts

Sorry for the long wait. My charger for my laptop stopped working and a lot of other stuff happened.