Frisk turned to the stairs that lead upward within Sans and Papyrus's house. She walked over to them and stared at the bathroom next to Papyrus's house. That's where Frisk would head. Chara always did her self-harm in the bathroom, so that's where Frisk would hurt herself. Frisk missed Chara so much...
With each step up the flight of stairs, Frisk prayed that the steps wouldn't creak and show where Frisk was heading. Once at the top of the stairs, Frisk turned to the left and looked at the bathroom door. With her hand shaking, Frisk grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it open up the door. To Frisk, it felt as if she was about to open a door into a hell full of pain and depression. No, she was opening a door into a hell full of pain and depression. At least, that's what Frisk had observed through seeing Chara's self-harm.
Frisk stepped within the room and shut the bathroom door behind her. Frisk carefully made sure to lock the door. Then, Frisk let out a quiet sigh of relief. Nobody had heard her enter. Frisk removed Chara's knife from her pocket and then set it on the counter. After hoisting herself onto said counter next to the knife, Frisk reached for the bottom of her shirt. Grabbing the clothing, Frisk lifted her arms up and removed her shirt. It was cold in the bathroom. Frisk shivered.
Frisk then felt cold metal touch her chest. Frisk quickly looked down in fear and saw that it was only Chara's Heart Locket. Frisk didn't need to be scared, she needed to be depressed instead. Because her love had died because of Frisk. Frisk grabbed the Locket and took it off. She didn't want any of her blood to get on it. Then, Frisk turned her attention back to the horrible task at hand.
All of Frisk's fingers were shaking. She was worried. Frisk didn't know what would happen when she self-harmed. Frisk decided to cross that sad, hurtful bridge when she came to it. For now, Frisk would just follow with what she had seen Chara do. It seemed that the largest majority of Chara's self-harm cuts were on her inner forearm. Frisk grabbed the knife with her left hand and set her right forearm down on her thigh.
Frisk felt tears form within her eyes as she prepared to make the first mark, to start a hurtful process. Frisk quickly sliced Chara's knife horizontally across the middle of her forearm. Frisk yelped, but somewhat held it in. She hoped that nobody had heard her. If so, well, things would be very awkward. The cold slicing pain of the knife erupted throughout Frisk's weak arm. She was not used to this pain. Frisk began to sob but made sure to make no noise.
Frisk began to question why she was doing this. Why did Frisk have to self-harm? I mean, was there even a reason? Frisk could just be hanging out with Chara right about now... Oh yeah. Frisk had watched Chara sacrifice herself for Frisk. Frisk then began to sob aloud. She didn't care if anyone found out.
Frisk took the thumb of her left hand and wiped away the blood that was dripping on her arm. Frisk then regripped the Real Knife and prepared to harm herself again. With another painful swipe, Frisk let out a scream. After her excruciating pain, Frisk heard a voice from the door.
Papyrus asked Frisk, "HUMAN, ARE YOU OKAY? YOU SOUND HURT? AND ARE YOU CRYING?" Frisk realized that she had made a big mistake by not caring if anyone found out. She had to quickly come up with a response that didn't seem suspicious, which Frisk was not good at.
"Uh, I'm f- fine... I j- just... Uh, um, I... I stubbed my t- toe," Frisk lied. She hoped the the great Papyrus would buy it. Frisk was extremely anxious about everything now.
"OH, I SEE. I AM SORRY THAT YOU DID THAT. I KNOW THE HORRIBLE PAIN OF STUBBING YOUR TOE. I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER," Papyrus said. Then, Frisk thought she heard him walk away. She let out a sob/sigh and the decided to make another cut to help her cope with her loss.
Frisk felt the bloody, warm knife slit another painful scar across her arm. Frisk began to sob more. It hurt less and worse. Strange. Frisk felt some sort of mean, evil thing within her soul develop as blood sprayed onto her face. Frisk stopped hurting herself. She felt like she was being watched, it was nerve-racking. Frisk looked around nervously and didn't see anyone. Then, Frisk realized what had happened.
From hurting herself a lot, Frisk had become able to cause more pain while feeling less pain. Frisk's LOVE had gone up. Frisk began to sob harder. Then, Frisk heard a vvoice that made her feel horrible about doing what she did. Frisk looked to her right and saw Sans, who had just teleported in here.
"heya, frisk. howsabout you give me that knife? you shouldn't be hurting yourself. that's a bad thing to do. would ch- chara want ya to hurt yourself? i think not..." Sans said. Tears fell from his eyesockets as he spoke.
Frisk looked at him with eyes full of despair, pain, fear, anguish, and grief. Also in the poor girl's purple eyes, there was something pleading for forgiveness. Frisk grabbed her shirt and put it back on. Then, she slid off the counter and hung her head and looked at the skeleton.
"I'm s- so sorry, Sans... I know that Ch- I mean, she did s- self-harm to c- cope with bad stuff, so I thought that it w- would help me..." Frisk sobbed. She walked over to Sans and hugged him. Sans looked surprised and then embraced Frisk back.
"listen kiddo, i'm tired, you're tired, and they're tired... so how about we just let you lay down on the couch and you go to sleep? it's been a r- rough day..." Sans cried. He grabbed Chara's knife from Frisk and then reached for her hand.
"Uh, first l- let me wash all the bl- blood off me..." Frisk said as she pulled up her sleeves. Frisk washed the blood off her face, arms, and then reached for the Real Knife.
"nope, i'm not trusting you with this after what ya just did, kid. it was hard enough when ch- chara was the only one s- self-harming, but now with you starting to d- do it too... well, it's a lot of emotions. i'll clean this off later, so could i take your hand now, please?" Sans asked. He tossed the knife in his pocket and then put his hand out for Frisk.
Frisk looked into Sans's eyes. "I- I'm sorry... L- let's go..." Frisk sobbed as she grabbed Sans's hand firmly. Sans teleported himself and Frisk onto the couch. He looked very, very sad to Frisk. Then again, it had been less than a day since Chara... well...
Since Chara died.
"kid, go to bed. i am myself right now. see ya tomorrow," Sans said as he teleported away, likely to his room. Frisk was worried about Sans. Frisk was also worried about Asgore, Toriel, and Undyne and Papyrus, and Alphys. But most of all, Frisk was worried for Asriel. The person she worried about the least, though, was herself.
At the moment, Frisk didn't care for herself. She really missed Chara. A lot. I mean, who wouldn't miss their lover if they died? Frisk was hurting badly within her brain, Soul, and body. Frisk decided to do what Sans suggested and go to bed.
Frisk had a strange dream that night.