Frisk was standing in the middle of the judgement hall, a look of confusion evident on her face.
"How did I get here?" The now 14 year old asked herself, looking around the large room. On the far end of the hall, she spotted Sans, who was staring at the ground eerily. Frisk's eyes widened and she took off towards the hoodie wearing skeleton. Once Frisk had reached Sans, her eyes widened in horror. Sans had a giant slash going from his left shoulder all the way down to the right side of his hip, blood oozing out of the wound. Sans' head snapped up to look at Frisk as soon as he felt her presence, his eyes filled with anger.
"You did this to me, you did this to everyone!" Sans yelled, blood dripping from his mouth.
"N-no, I didn't. I swear!" Frisk said, fear evident in her voice as she tried to help Sans.
"Get away from me! You already killed me you psychopath! See you in hell, brother killer." Sans said to Frisk, his tone dead and filled with hate. After he had finished his sentence, his body turned to dust, forming a pile of the grey substance on the ground.
"Sans, no!" Frisk fell to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks. After she realized that Chara took over her, she reset! She knew she did! She couldn't of done this herself, she knew it. The only thing Frisk could do is sob, letting a few of them escape her. She stayed there for what seemed to be an eternity, crying until no more tears came, but suddenly, everything turned black.
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Frisk shot up in her bed, sweating profusely. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, looking around her room cautiously. 'It was just a dream?' Frisk thought to herself, sighing. It's been 3 years since they were on the surface, why was she having these nightmares about that hellish timeline now? Frisk knew she messed up when she let Chara take over her body, she felt absolutely terrible about it, but she could never get the images of her friends dying out of her head. It haunted her almost every day, and Frisk didn't know what to do anymore. She's become more and more depressed as the years went by, knowing that she'd killed them all, especially Sans. Frisk knew for a fact that Sans was able to remember all of the past timelines, which made her feel worse about herself. He remembers her killing all of their friends, and especially Papyrus. Frisk put him through so much pain, so much agony, all because of her poor choices. A memory suddenly popped into her mind, one that happened recently. She was cooking dinner one night because Toriel was at a teachers' convention that day. She was cutting up some potatoes with a knife when Sans had walked into the kitchen, most likely looking for some ketchup. When he saw Frisk with the knife, he looked completely terrified, his eye sockets going completely black. When Frisk asked Sans what was wrong, he quickly shook his head and said that nothing was wrong, leaving as quickly as he first came in. Frisk felt even more depressed after this event occurred, causing her to avoid Sans more often. She felt that if Sans didn't see her, she wouldn't cause him as much pain. That plan turned out to be very difficult, considering that they lived in the same house. Frisk resorted to just staying in her room, isolating herself from practically everyone. The only time she left her room was for the necessities, food, water, using the bathroom, etc. When she did leave her room, Toriel was always concerned about her interaction with others. Frisk always told her that she just wanted her space, and Toriel seemed to buy it. Frisk thought that everything would be alright if she did this, but she was wrong. Because of all the constant guilt and loneliness she felt now, she also resorted to cutting herself, mostly on her wrists. She started wearing more sweaters, similar to the ones she used to, to hide those cuts from everyone. Those cuts made the pain she felt less intense, they made her feel better.
Remembering all of the painful memories of the past few years caused a familiar itching in Frisk's wrists to return. Frisk sighed and threw the covers off of her body, knowing that the itching won't go away until she does something about it. She leaned over to her nightstand and opened the small drawer, revealing a small pocket knife with a purple handle. Frisk had gotten it from Undyne, saying that she could use it as self defense if she needed to. But Frisk was using it in the complete opposite way. Grabbing the small knife from the drawer and stuffing it in the pocket of her pajamas, she made her way to the door of her room. Frisk opened the door quickly, peeking her head out to see if anyone was around. To her relief, no one was there. Frisk quickly went down the hall to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind her. Going up to the sink, she pulled the purple-handled knife from her pocket, flipping up the blade. Frisk rolled up her sleeve and brought the blade to her wrist, bringing it across in a straight line. It hurt Frisk at first, causing her to flinch. Two more cuts, the pain was numbed, three more, her vision started to get blurry, which was the sign to stop. Frisk turned on the sink and let the crimson liquid flow down the drain, washing the blood off the blade of the knife. After the knife was clean and all the blood was gone, she put the knife on the edge of the sink and grabbed some bandages from the medicine cabinet. She carefully wrapped her arm in the bandages, doing two layers so the blood wouldn't soak through.
"My child! Your breakfast is getting cold! Are you awake?" Toriel yelled from downstairs, which caused Frisk to quickly roll down her sleeve and put the bandages away. She opened the bathroom door and ran towards the stairs.
"Coming!" Frisk yelled back, eager to get some food in her stomach. But, what she failed to take with her was a certain knife on the edge of the sink.
While Frisk was eating downstairs, Sans had finally woken up, yawning as he emerged from his room at the end of the hall. He sluggishly walked towards the bathroom, needing to wash up for the day. When he entered the bathroom, his eye sockets widened at the sight of the knife at the edge of the sink, Frisk's knife to be exact. As he got closer, he noticed the reddish tint the porcelain sink had, which worried him even more. He realized that Frisk had been avoiding him, but he didn't know why, or got the chance to ask her why. But seeing this made him want to talk with her no matter what. Sans heard someone walking up the stairs, which made him turn around to look at the doorway. Frisk walked in front of doorway, remembering that she had left her knife in there. Frisk's eyes widened in shock when she took sight of Sans, who had a death grip on the knife. He looked her straight in the eyes, the pinpricks of light gone from his sockets. Frisk did the only thing she could, and that was to run. She couldn't face Sans anymore, she can't cause him more pain than she already has. Frisk heard Sans calling out to her, but she didn't listen. She went out into the backyard, a forest lining the back edge of it. Knowing that's the only place she could hide, she made a mad dash towards the forest, ignoring the skeleton calling for her.
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