So sorry for the Ultra Save being the most obvious plot device ever. It's basically where all saves and resets take place.
Frisk woke up on the couch.
Everything spun as she leaped off the couch, looking around. She was breathing hard and fast…
She was back…
Frisk collapsed back on the couch.
She was…
Her eye felt normal again, though there was still a phantom ache.
Frisk felt horribly sick to her stomach.
She was really back…
Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Rocky, Silver.
They were all back, right?
Only one way to make sure…
Frisk took a deep, shaking breath.
She waited a few moments, waiting to see if Chara came back or if the world seemed unstable.
Nothing changed.
Frisk put one hand on the armrest to steady herself and stood up.
She was dizzy. Whether it was from the churning in her stomach or something else she didn't know.
It didn't feel normal to be able to move on her own again. She had a deep fear that when she would move, her arm wouldn't obey. That she would suddenly and without warning lose control again.
Frisk grabbed the railing of the stairs to try to steady herself, hand holding on so hard her knuckles turned white.
She really so incredibly sick…
Frisk felt a jerk in her insides and hurried up the stairs and into the bathroom, hitting her hand on the door as she rushed to the toilet and had a second encounter with her stomach contents.
She felt like there was no heat left in her entire being, and even the tiles of the floor didn't feel cold.
Frisk stayed on the floor for an extended amount of time, body still quivering. Her skin was beginning to get clammy, though she eventually forced her tired body off the floor.
Her heart throbbed as she hobbled down the dark hallway, arms wrapped around herself.
She stopped by Papyrus's door, breathing in and out in a controlled manner to try to calm herself down.
It's going to be okay, he's there, he's alive and there. It never happened here, everyone is alive.
She took a shaking breath before putting her hand on the knob.
The sense of dread in her heart was overwhelming, even though she kept telling herself that there was nothing to fear.
Frisk opened the door slowly, and the creak it made seemed unusually loud, though maybe it was her imagination.
Papyrus was in his race car bed, snoring. The occasional "Nyeh" thrown in.
Frisk exhaled in relief and felt tears bead in her eyes.
He's back…
Frisk shut the door before she broke, lip vibrating with the urge to cry.
Was it her or Chara that killed him? Should she even be around anymore?
Frisk swallowed, wincing at the yucky taste in her mouth and the burn in her throat.
I need… I need to talk to Sans… now…but first I want to get out of this dress. I'm cold.
Frisk still couldn't believe that she crashed in this thing. She went down the stairs slowly and changed into her old sweater. Toriel had patched it up for her, and it was comforting to see the stitches and patches in the old fabric.
Then Frisk made her way shakily towards his room.
The door was unlocked, to her relief. She wondered in the back of her head if it was intentional or not.
Sans looked like he was still sleeping. Storm was sitting on the floor looking up with wide eyes.
At the sound of her entrance he looked over, eyes becoming eerie green and yellow circles from the little light that was coming from the window.
Frisk didn't move and gripped the door knob tight, fingers quivering.
He… remembers, right? Oh no… I hope he found a safe place…
Wait, if he stayed with the closest person or where he was to begin with, does that mean he was here before the reset? With Sans?
Did Sans find him and take him in?
Frisk felt tears again.
Storm padded over to her and sniffed her foot cautiously. His eyes scanned her over.
Frisk bit her lip to suppress a sob.
He hates me now. My kitten hates me now. Storm-
Storm meowed loudly and started to claw his way up her leg.
Frisk, startled, grabbed him before he did any damage and felt him leap up to her chest, pushing his head under her chin. She could feel his tiny body vibrate with purrs.
The tears in her eyes fell over.
"Hey, buddy… it's me… I can't believe you still…" Frisk buried her face in his fur. He smelled sort of like ketchup.
The smell reminded her and she looked up.
There was still an uneasiness in her stomach. Would he be mad at her? He hadn't been after he found out, but still…
She sort of wanted him to be mad. It wouldn't feel right if he wasn't.
Frisk tip toed over to the bed.
Being closer, she could see how stressed his eyes were. There were little beads of sweat on his skull.
Storm jumped off of her and onto the bed, staring down at Sans. It was odd to not hear him snore- both of the skeleton brothers would do it often.
Frisk swallowed and reached gingerly gave him a shake.
Just as her hand made contact, his eyes flew open.
Frisk's heart jumped.
"S-Sans?"
The lights disappeared into the black of his eye socket.
Then the room melted together as she felt her soul being grabbed and flung across the room.
Frisk cried out as her body collided with his dresser, and she felt the wood splinter and crack with the contact.
She didn't move, dizzy and mind blank as she tried to process the situation.
Sans was over in an instant.
Frisk tried to say something, but his hand pressed her down further into the broken dresser as he bit her upper arm hard.
Frisk started to thrash.
He still thinks it's Chara! Ow ow ow… please let go, let go!
Frisk finally kicked him off and rolled over, gasping. Her arm was bleeding pretty bad, and a line of wet crimson was already rolling down and onto the broken wood.
"You killed him! How could you kill him! He spared you and you murdered him! Dirty brother killer!"
"Sans, w-"
Frisk was cut off as his fist slammed into her face. Ow.
Black framed her vision as he grabbed her shirt collar and pulled his arm back, ready to do it again.
Frisk closed her eyes, feeling light with terror.
"B-brother? What was that crash… BROTHER?!" Papyrus called out as he opened the door. She couldn't see him past Sans, but from the sound of it he was pretty frightened.
Sans slowly looked up, his grip slacking. Frisk took the opportunity to scramble away.
"P… Paps… you're…"
Sans was silent for a few moments.
He had started to tremble.
"…It's not… oh my god… Oh my god." Sans's eyes moved back to her. Frisk flinched and scrambled away some more, feeling her back hit the wall.
"I… Oh my god Frisk, I'm-"
Frisk couldn't handle the feeling of panic in her chest and stood up hastily, wobbling as she rushed to the window and pushed it open.
I need to get out of here, I need to go. I shouldn't be here, I can't be here!
"Frisk! No, stop, come-"
Frisk jumped out and landed in the snow before Sans could finish.
She could hear Papyrus call out as she began to run through the snow, through the forest.
It was so dark, and the trees casted an ominous shadow across the glittering snow.
Her breath streamed behind her, and she felt a familiar twinge in her lung.
Frisk didn't know how long she was running, but eventually she was too lightheaded to continue and collapsed in a pine grove. Little brown clusters of needles littered the snow.
Frisk leaned against the trunk of one of the trees, panting. Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
The pain was dulled now from adrenaline, but she still felt battered. Her back was hurt and most likely had splinters in it. Her arm was still bleeding and showed no signs of stopping. Her head and face ached, and touching revealed her nose was bleeding.
At least it wasn't broken like last time.
Frisk shuddered, remembering how vicious he had been. He really had been bent on killing until he found out…
Was it the same way now? Or was he truly mad at her?
Frisk brought her knees to her stomach, shivering.
She couldn't blame him. No matter what he did, she couldn't blame him for it.
It was all her fault, after all.
Frisk rested her head on her knees and closed her eyes.
She stayed like that for awhile, listening to the wind. Snow was falling lightly.
Eventually she turned to her arm and took the patch off of her elbow to cover it with. The cold hit her bare elbow, but it was better than bleeding out.
I don't want to go back… I just want to disappear…
Frisk sighed and rested her head on her knees again.
Unfortunately, that wouldn't happen in any way.
She should probably find some sort of shelter…
Frisk scanned the clearing. A huge tree caught her eye. Old and massive, it's roots sprawled out from under it, submerged in snow. Maybe if she dug, there would be a hollow underneath?
Frisk went over and pulled her sweater to cover her hands before digging at the snow.
It took forever and some frozen hands before she finally got somewhere. There was indeed a little shelter underneath, and after getting through enough snow and digging some away from the ground underneath Frisk found her shelter.
It was oddly calming. It was dark, but the snow around had a blue tinge. The smell of pine and wood was nice.
Frisk sat against the tree and buried her head in her arms.
How could she ever escape from what she did?
…
Frisk didn't know when she fell asleep, but one moment she opened her eyes and everything was suddenly day.
She felt horrible. Her nose was clogged, she was freezing, everything hurt and there was a shaking weakness in her limbs. Her stomach was empty but she wasn't hungry. Her face felt swollen and hot, the only heat she had.
Frisk put her hand up to her cheek. At least it helped warm her cold fingers. She was surprised she didn't have frostbite. This hollow was well insulated. Outside was probably ten times colder.
Frisk didn't want to move, but…
Dying wouldn't help her case with Chara.
Frisk crawled out from under the tree roots and shook snow off her stiff pant legs. Her injured arm was locked and didn't want to move.
She looked up.
I don't want to go back. I can't. Not after all of that.
Something nudged her leg.
Frisk didn't jump. She just turned her head and looked down tiredly.
It was her wolf. Her eyes were wide, and Frisk could see her reflection in them.
She was still pure white, save for her paw.
Does that mean it really wasn't her? Or did the timeline reset Karma as well?
Frisk shook her head.
I don't know up from down anymore. I think I need some time…
Frisk gazed into her wolf's eyes.
…alone. To figure things out.
The wolf nodded slowly, seeming to read her thoughts.
But I need supplies… and it would be nice to have my things. I could try to go back to the house and sneak in when they are gone…
Frisk felt bad, but it seemed like the only option.
Her wolf faded as she begun the trek back to the skeleton house.
…
It must have been an hour before she got there. Looking through the windows revealed only Papyrus was there.
Frisk wondered with a pang where Sans was and if he was okay.
She should be upset with him… but she only had fear. For him or herself- or possibly a mix- she didn't know.
Frisk stayed behind the shed until Papyrus eventually left. She then slipped in and grabbed her new bag, shoving her old torn bag along with most of her belongings inside.
Frisk also took her fuzzy blanket Sans had gotten awhile back, a pillow forgotten behind the couch and a few cans of beef stew she remembered getting last time they were at the store. Papyrus didn't like making it (and any soup with vegetables) because Sans would pick through and eat all the meat, leaving the rest. Whether it was something he liked or not if there was meat it was mostly ignored.
Frisk hoped Papyrus wasn't upset… probably a vain hope, considering what he walked in on. Was he upset with Sans? What had Sans told him? Sans would never tell him what happened… right? Did he tell him to stay away from her?
Frisk squeezed her eyes shut and willed the tears away.
When she reopened them Storm was at her feet.
"…hey bud. I got to go…"
Storm tilted his head. His eyes were pleading.
Frisk gave in and scooped him up, holding him close.
"I guess you can come. I won't feel right without you…"
Frisk looked around one more time before walking through the door.