Heya! I wrote this because I was bored, but this has quickly become a life consuming project. This will be multi chapter (hopefully) and enjoyable (maybe?)
TRIGGER WARNINGS: suicide, self harm, lack of puns, death, panic attacks.
please enjoy!
FRISK
It was one of frisks favorite things just to watch their work's after effects. Be it seeing commonplace monster-human interactions, seeing when monsters did amazing things, like Alphys inventing amazing machines that made life for everyone so much easier. Or watching Papyrus craft master dishes (turns out he could cook everything but spaghetti) and seeing sans really smile. Seeing Undyne "killing it" in the major leagues of wrestling, seeing Toriel's school and Asgore's garden. But this was their favorite after effect, the best afterglow. Watching the blood run down their legs, dripping into the shower floor and mixing with water, the liquid distilling and shifting. Feeling the slight sting of the anti-infectant, the tight pain of the bandages being pulled taught. The satisfaction of cleaning of the knife, razor, pencil, anything they had used. Walking out and acting as though nothing had happened. That was the best.
It wasn't like they had no reason. They hated everything about themselves, were viciously bullied, their friends had all tried to kill them, in their past home they were abused, they were constantly misgendered, and so much more. But there was one thing they hated above any other thing: their eyes. They always kept them most of the way closed, just enough that they could see, but no one around them could. They sighed, standing up and walking over to the mirror, opening their eyes. Wide, deep, blood red irises met their gaze, warm yet dark. They sighed, let their eyelids fall, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Today was like any other. Their friends were all coming over to Toriel's house for their weekly movie night, and it was Asgore's pick of movie, meaning it would be something sweet and easy. The doorbell rang, and frisk ran over, smiling brightly when they saw Undyne with Alphys hiding a bit behind her. "Hey, punk! We're here! You got any popcorn? I'm starving!" She laughed and picked frisk up, and they giggled.
"U-Undyne! Be c-careful!" Alphys stuttered her way through a small word of concern. Undyne laughed again, and set frisk down. Just as they were headed to the kitchen, the doorbell rang again, this time with sans and papyrus. A few more greetings, metatton arrived, along with Asgore, and everyone situated in the sofas. Asgore put in his disk, and said, "I chose a movie called 'Watership Down' as there were bunnies on the case." Everyone let out a silent sigh, of course he would chose something like that. Asgore situated himself on the couch and pressed play.
Frisk was not emotionally prepared for this. All the death and sadness had them nearly crying. During the climax scene, they weren't expecting what was happening their eyes grew wide before they realized what they were doing, their eyes were open, and everyone was staring. "Kiddo... Red eyes?" Sans face was different. His smile was strained, everyone was shocked and thoughts were running rampant through their head.
OH GOD THEY'VE SEEN THEY HATE ME THEY DON'T TRUST ME I AM BAD THEY HAVE SEEN WHY AREN'T THEY TALKING WHY AREN'T THEY THINKING WHY WHY WHY WHY I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I SHOULDN'T HAVE OPENED MY EYES I SHOULDN'T HAVE OPENED I SHOULDN'T SHOULDN'T RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED BROWN BLACK RED RED RED RED RED WHY. RED WHERE THEY ALWAYS RED WHY RED NO BROWN BLUE GREEN RED RED RED REN RUN RUN RUN THERE THERE DOOR DOOR OPEN OPEN SLAM SHUT LOCK UNLOCK LOCK KEEP SHUT RUN ANOTHER DOOR SLAM SHUT OPEN SHUT OPEN OPEN SHUT STAY SHUT SHUT LOCK LOCK FIND FIND FIND FIND TOOTHBRUSH NO HAIRBRUSH NO KNIFE NO YES KNIFE TAKE SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH slash slash slash slash... slash... slash?
red
From everyone else's perspective, the shit hit the fan.
SANS
The kid, after they realized their eyes were open, screamed. Their voice was hoarse and ear splitting, no had ever heard them speak. They slammed their hands over their face, clawing heavy red lines down their cheeks, still screaming. They got up and sprinted up, and into their room. By that point, everyone was chasing after them. They slammed their door shut, locking and unlocking, the bathroom door sounded like it opened and closed multiple times before deciding. Everyone was at the door, and by this point sans was considering breaking it down. When suddenly, the screaming stopped.
Were they dead? Could they be hurt? Were they ok? Sans used his magic to unlock the door, pressing the teeth of the lock into the proper places. He threw the door open to see an empty room, with the bathroom door shut. Sans immediately threw the door open, breaking the lock this time in sheer panic. What was in the bathroom? Why was the kid in the bathroom? When the door was opened, he wasn't at all expecting the sight he saw.
The kid was crumpled into the tub, shaking, with a knife in hand. Blood was all over the tub, the sides, the rim, everywhere sans could see. They had cuts littered across their thighs arms, and sides, scars, old cuts, new cuts, still bleeding, anything. Sans screamed, running towards frisk, too panicked to teleport. "F-frisk load a save! I-I won't even care. Just load!"
All their friends stared at sans, what on earth was he talking about? Loading? Frisk was dying, he should be calling a hospital! Toriel began to weep, tears streaming down her face and catching in her fur.
Frisk's breathing stopped.
"LOAD, damn it! Load, load... Kiddo, don't die, please, God, kid, frisk..." Sans was babbling, hoping the kid would come back. Papyrus was crying, Undyne's fists were clenched beside her, tears gathering in her eyes. Alphys was sobbing into Undyne's arm. Mettaton stood shaking, oil dripping In mock tears down his face. Asgore openly sobbed. No one was alright, until sans felt a familiar tug at his soul and knew frisk was loading
FRISK
They woke up one hour before everyone arrived for the movie, phantom cuts littering their body soft stings raked across their skin. They stepped outside their room to see Toriel smiling, and baking a cinnamon-butterscotch pie. "Hello, my child. Are you well? You look pale."
Frisk nodded with a smile, signaling that they were fine. When, something unexpected happened. The doorbell rang, and frisk opened the door. There stood sans, his usual smile still there, looking relaxed but frisk knew he was anything but. "Hey, tori, can I take the kid to grillby's for dinner before our movie night? We haven't gone in a while."
"Of course! Be careful, I am concerned that frisk might be sick. They seemed a bit pale." Tori smiled gently at sans, and kissed frisk's forehead.
"ok. We'll be back in about an hour." And then sans had a grip on their shoulder and they were outside. Sans took a shortcut to get to grillby's on the surface. Frisk gave a strained smile as they stepped inside. They took their usual seats at the bar, and frisk ordered their usual. A burger, without ketchup. They looked over at sans, and the rest of the room went dark.
"So, kiddo, why'd you mess with the time Streams? How far back did we go? Days? Months? Weeks? Years? His eye sockets were empty, his smile not faltering. Frisk began to shake with fear and apprehension towards telling sans the truth. How could they? How could they tell him the extent of what they'd done? Frisk shakily litfted their hands and began to sign.
"Only about 2 hours."
"So you're using your power for trivial purposes? Just because you can, fix a small mistake?" Sans was shaking with rage. "You promised me! You promised me you would never do this again! So you know what I'm missing? What puzzle pieces fill in my mind?" He was shouting, sans was almost never angry. His eye began to fizzle with a bright blue flame, hissing and sizzling.
"No! I had good reason! You told me to load! I had to! You don't understand!"
Sans stood up fast, and knocked his burger off of the counter in doing so. "WHY WOULD I EVER TELL YOU TO DO THAT, ARE YOUR INSANE?"
Frisk stood up as well, tears blotting their vision, fists clenched. In a hoarse, grating voice, they said, "I KILLED MYSELF!" Their voice was broken, sobs stopping them mid sentence." I killed myself! I died in a bathtub full of my own blood! I cut ad many veins as I could find, but carved my skin to pieces! I. Killed. My. Self."
SANS
Sans stood still. The flame in his eye died down, going from a vibrant neon blue to two small white dots, quivering and small. "What?" He stood still, not even registering the fact that frisk had spoken. Frisk had tried to commit suicide... And succeeded? "Kiddo... I'm so sorry... I had no idea..."
They opened their eyes fully, warm blood red eyes looking up at him, full of more sorrow than a child should know. By now they were crying, huddling against his side in desperate need of comfort. Sans held them close and rubbed their back, gently, kindly, lovingly. "Kiddo, how long? You wouldn't just do that, so how long have you felt like this? How long were we blind to your pain?"
They raised their hands to sign again, as speaking wasn't something they were all to comfortable doing. "Why do you think I fell into the underground?"
Sans spoke before he thought. "I don't know, I thought you tripped or-" it suddenly dawned upon him that it would be quite difficult to trip into a hole that large. "You... You jumped? Oh god, kiddo, we need to get you help... Let's go to the movie night. Tonight after the movie, well tell everyone. All of our friends. Ok?"
Frisk didn't want to tell, but... The thought of their friends helping them filled them with DETERMINATION.
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