Hello!
I Is back XD
There have been so many things going on. The Florida shooting being one of them. 18 shootings this year :/ not even two months in. That's bad. Very. We need action. Unfortunately, the idiots in the government can't even figure out a baby gate without donations from the NRA, much less fix this problem.
Even though, the stand the survivors are taking brings tears to my eyes. Bless them. Bless them all.
We call BS.
Unnnnnhhh
Frisk felt ice cold. Her head was fuzzy and clogged, like she was in a pool of molasses and everything was delayed and slow.
Then, as suddenly as a gunshot, everything snapped in place.
Holy crap!
Frisk shot up, wincing as her head swam. It was dark- close to pitch black. The only light was a very faint glow from the elevator crack.
She felt overall fine, save for a new pain in her hand and a slight throb in the head.
There was a soft whirr in the distance. The air smelled stale and burnt.
Her breath came out in pools. It was so cold down here.
Frisk hugged herself and looked around slowly, feeling a horrible dread worming in her gut.
She already didn't like this…
Her eyes fell on Sans, and it took her moment to realize he was still out.
Frisk bit her lip.
He's going to hurt, with his knee the way it is. I hope he's okay…
Frisk got onto her knees and crawled over to him, placing her hand lightly on his skull.
He felt cooler than usual, as she had expected.
"Sans? Hey… wake up." She shook him a little.
He didn't respond at all.
Frisk felt her eyebrows pinch together in worry.
What if he has a concussion or something? I…
Frisk pulled out her phone and was relieved it still powered on.
However, the cell signal was out.
Frisk tried calling Undyne, to no avail.
What if we can't get out? We can't get help…
A whine bubbled out of her throat. She couldn't stand the dark feeling in her gut that told her this place was bad.
Frisk rolled Sans over onto his back and tried waking him up again.
Still no response.
Frisk swallowed hard and got up, walking up to the dark elevator door.
The button to open it didn't work. In fact, none of the buttons did.
Is the power out? Is that what made us fall?
Frisk tried to pull the doors open. They didn't budge one bit.
Frisk felt her ears flatten against her head.
Oh no… we're stuck. We're stuck in here…
Frisk tried a few more times until sweat began to run down the sides of her head. It was so cold, and the beads froze to her skin.
Frisk rubbed them off and began pacing back and forth from nervousness, her footsteps echoing.
It felt like hours had passed, walking from wall to wall and seeing her own breath pool out in front of her.
Eventually, a groan sounded beside her.
Frisk jumped a little.
Sans sat up slowly, rubbing his skull. He bent and retracted his good leg rhythmically, as if something was seriously hurting.
"Sans?" Frisk padded over to him, no less relieved. Upon getting closer she saw he was shuddering.
"Man, how long was I out?" Sans squeezed his eyes shut.
"I don't know, I don't even know how long we've been down here." Frisk's voice was shaking.
Sans opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"Shit, I think it lost power. That's not good. I- Nggghh." Sans tried to move but then quickly froze.
"What?" Frisk kneeled, feeling a little light with worry. "Are you hurt?"
Sans was grinding his teeth.
"No shit Sherlock. I think I hit my knee or somethin' cuz god it hurts… and she could have hit the heat on, it's colder than Blizzardland down here."
"Do you think it's broken again?"
"No. I'd be screaming if it was, most likely. I'll go down, I'm sure… is the elevator opening?" Sans looked at the door.
Frisk shook her head.
"N-no… I tried, but… I don't like this, Sans."
Sans's expression softened a little.
"Hey, I know. It'll be fine. If we don't get it open I'm sure Al will come along. I don't know what's got your panties in a twist about this but I'm sure it'll be fine."
"The elevator just fell! We're stuck in here! In this place! What am I supposed to do, be sun shine and rainbows?!" Frisk snapped.
"No, but you can calm down a little. That was all I was saying. Getting all panicked and scared isn't going to help anyone." Sans's voice was stiffly even.
Frisk inhaled deeply and slumped a little.
"Sorry, it's just… my instincts are screaming something is horribly wrong and I… I can't help but be scared… it's not something I can do. I know it's pathetic." Frisk spat the last part out. She thought she had been getting better. Why was she not strong now, after all she had been through? Why was her fear so stubborn? Was she just inherently a coward?
"It's not pathetic. It's normal. Stop acting like that." She felt Sans's hand on her head, ruffling her hair slightly.
"I shouldn't be this way now, after everything."
"Who said that? Someone making up rules about what should happen after you've been in a scrape or two? I think I've said it before, you can't get rid of fear. It's always gonna be there, Snap pea. So don't get all upset over it. Now… imma get up in a sec and see what I can do about that door."
Frisk followed his gaze to the blocked exit, so frustratingly close yet unable to function.
"Do you think you can use magic? Blast it open?"
Sans shook his head.
"I'm certainly not summoning a Gaster Blaster. The meds Alphys put me on makes my magic all sticky. So less of it escapes and stays inside to heal and regulate. It's hard to manifest and use in that state."
"You're on meds?" Frisk's brow furrowed. She specifically didn't want Sans on any sort of drug.
"Yeah. I would've thought the bottle in the medicine cabinet would be obvious. Don't worry, I'm taking what I'm supposed to and it isn't lethal in any way, at least the amount she gave me. Actually taking a bunch is inconvenient, it could cause magic block and it's not fun."
"What's it for?" Frisk asked.
"Alright, miss nosey, it's like I said before: keep my magic where it needs to be and help out my body back in balance. Physically."
"Maybe it will fix your intelligence." Frisk teased, smiling a little. She felt a little more at ease just talking. Sans seemed more eased as well- like he predicted, his knee must have calmed a little.
"Shaddup." Sans pushed her arm. "Time to see what I can do."
Sans grunted and started struggling to his feet. Frisk let out a high pitched noise and moved in to help him.
"I can do it myself, just gimme a minute." Sans whined.
Frisk ignored him and supported his weight, getting him to his feet.
"You can stop being an arrogant jerk and accept my help." Frisk suggested sarcastically.
"Screw you." Sans grumbled.
He, surprisingly, didn't pull away as he limped to the door. She even thought he leaned in a little more, though if it was just her imagination she was unsure.
Sans glanced at it, tapping it with his fist.
"Yep, closed tight. Maybe… if I can get a bone here, I can pry it open. If we can overpower it just a little it should open up just fine." She felt him go tense and blue edged his left eye light.
Frisk watched as a blue smoke appeared and curled in the air, and for a few minutes did nothing.
Eventually, after some frustrated grunting, a bone was formed. One side tapered down to a thin point, presumably so it could fit between the door crack.
"Are you sure it's not gonna snap?" Frisk asked.
Sans was panting slightly from the effort.
"Dunno. It's what we got."
Sans lodged the bone into the little crack in the door. A glowing blue essence surrounded it as Sans began to use it to pry at the door.
Frisk moved forward and tried pulling door open again.
Suddenly, it snapped open with a crack and whir, sliding open so fast Frisk fell flat on her face.
"Told ya. You alright?" Sans limped over and prodded her side with his foot.
Frisk growled into the cold floor.
"M juth fhine fank you fhery mufh."
Frisk didn't want to move.
She hated doors now.
"Come on, get over it and get up before I start playing the casual bongos, also known as your ass."
Frisk looked up, crossed.
"Touch my butt and your refilling my milky bone box."
Sans japed wide and pointed at her.
"OHHHH, YOU JUST ADMITTED IT! YOU EAT DOG TREATS!"
Frisk frowned and swiped at his hand, which he cleverly pulled back just in time.
Frisk huffed and got up, watching as Sans backed up a little to avoid getting throttled.
She decided to drop it (he was getting an unpleasant surprise tonight when he went for his ketchup) and look around.
It was still rather dark, with fogs of cold air drifting through the empty lab. They were currently in a short hallway that extended into what looked like a small lobby. The floor tiles were a greenish gray and dirty, and frost covered the walls.
There was a tense feeling in the silent air, like something was wrong with this place. Like something bad happened here.
Frisk looked over at Sans, who had moved out of the elevator.
"…. S'been awhile since I've been here…"
"Huh?" Frisk looked at him questioningly.
"Remember when I said Alphys and I worked on something? Well… this is where it happened. And I guess I gotta tell you now, considering you are gonna find out soon anyways."
Sans started limping out ahead of her. Frisk followed close behind, eyes constantly scanning around her. She shuddered as a chill crawls down her spine.
"So, a long time ago, I was a scientist. As you know from my… background… well, I wasn't exactly the most morally driven back then. Doctor Alphys asked me to help her with something… and experiment."
They passed a large, black, fogged monitor hooked up to the wall. It gave her the spooks that she always got when looking at a powered off TV, and she inched a little closer to Sans.
She nearly screeched when it made a clicking sound, and the screen got a little lighter. Nothing happened after that.
"Huh. Must be broken. The cold probably wore it down." Sans said beside her, giving it no heed.
Frisk shot him a pleading glance.
It took him a moment.
"Are you scared of it? You have a tv-phobia issue, Snap pea." Sans smiled cruelty and kept walking.
Frisk let out a whine and stomped her foot before hurrying to keep up.
"We were given monsters who were in a comatose state… fallen down, we called it. It was a soul condition. Repeated ware and lack of positive energy sent them into a coma. There was no known cure, and we had collected quite a number of cases."
"There was no way to fix it?" Frisk sniffed.
Sans shook his head.
"Not that we knew of. The only option was to keep them until they died or put them down like an animal… which never happened."
"Back on the surface, sometimes families chose to pull off life support in cases like that. It must be hard…" Frisk shuddered, thinking of making such a harsh decision.
"Well, that's not how it usually does down here. That's why we collected so many cases. So they were sent to Alphys to see if she could cure them, along with human souls. Using Gaster's blue prints, we found a way to detract determination and then make it into a liquid form."
Frisk's tail twitched.
"You mean like the stuff coming out of Chara?"
"No. That was corrupted Determination. This stuff was pure, a bright red. And extremely potent. I wouldn't be surprised if Rotten Cherry is being influenced by it."
They came into the lobby room, with two passageways leading to different places to each side, a vending machine, and a large heavy door with multiple glowing lights and keyholes.
Sans groaned.
"Of course it's locked."
"What's in there?"
"The power box."
"…we need that, don't we."
"Yup. Time to go digging for some keys. Fuuuuuuuuuck."
Sans started walking down the left hallway.
"Why are there so many keyholes?" Frisk asked, following hurriedly.
"I have no freaking clue. Plot convenience?"
"What?"
"Nothing." Sans mumbled. They took a turn. "Anyways, we tried I jetting these monsters with Determination… to see if, maybe we could make our own way of getting out of the barrier. The king didn't know we did this…"
"Don't monsters die if they get too much Determination?" Frisk wondered if the bad feeling in her gut was from… mass death.
"Alone they die, yes. Their souls corrode and their bodies melt. Well, they woke up. We though it would be… okay. We didn't get what we wanted, but we prepared to send the monsters to their families… until they started to…" Sans's voice had been getting quieter, and now he trailed off, as if deep in thought.
Frisk swallowed.
They died…
They entered a room with a single operating table and multiple sinks. The sinks were coated in ice.
Sans walked up to one and peered into the drain.
Frisk looked around the room, eyeing the medical tools left on the old counter. They were rusted and fogged with cold.
Speaking of which, her cheeks were burning. It was a different kind of cold, a still old frostiness that wasn't as biting as windchill but crept down to her bones… heh.
"Dammit Al." Sans started banging on the sink, making Frisk leap in terror.
"What? What's wrong?!"
Sans stopped and pulled out something yellow.
"The key was under the ice."
"It was in the drain?"
"Yup. Wanna know why?"
Frisk felt like something was off.
"…what?"
Sans pointed behind her.
"That."
Frisk turned.
Behind her was a horrible, hideous beast with fog streaming from its mouth.
Frisk screeched so loud it felt like the walls shrieked back and scrambled behind Sans without a second thought.
Sans burst out in laughter.
"WHAT IS THAT!"
"It likes yellow, I'll tell you that much!" Sans giggled.
Frisk peered over his shoulder.
Some of the creature resembled Snowdrake, with a beak and white feathered head. But the resemblance ended there- the rest of it was an ugly melting pot of different colors and textures, bones and flesh sticking out of the pile. Surprisingly, it still had feet to stand on.
The sight of it made her sick.
She clutched Sans's shoulder.
"Holy shit…"
Sans's amusement faded.
"They didn't die. They melted together into amalgamations. Like the first time a Chara was summoned. Hey, Snowy." Sans waved.
The creature-Snowy- began making garbled cooing sounds until a few tired sounding words formed.
"Where…been?"
Frisk felt her heart break.
She poked her head a little farther over Sans's shoulder.
Poor thing…
Sans looked down guiltily.
"I… haven't been around. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't want to come back."
It knows him… was it waiting? Did he abandon them?
It tilted its deformed head.
"No… want… us?"
Sans let out a shaking sigh.
Frisk realized in a flash the skeleton was holding back tears.
"No, I don't want myself. That's what. It wasn't you guys, alright? It was me."
"…You…different…"
Sans looked back up, sniffing a little.
"Yep. That's what time does."
The creature inched forward, sending a fresh wave of uncertainty through Frisk.
"Who…that…friend?"
Sans glanced at her and shot her an unamused look before exposing her by stepping to the side.
"Yupio. Names Frisk. She doesn't bite… heh."
Frisk stared ahead with wide eyes.
"…hi."
"Gr… eetings…. Human?"
Frisk took a deep breath, wincing slightly at the cold air.
"Yes. Good human. She's cool." Sans came to her defense.
"Good?"
"Yes. And if I'm saying it you know it's true."
Snowy looked at her thoughtfully- well, at least she thought it was.
"…Fr…isk… friend?"
"Y-yes." Frisk nodded.
Friend, not food. Frisk added in her mind.
The creature did a slow, tiny hop.
"Y…ay… friend…"
Frisk felt tears sting her eyes.
This poor thing… it can't even move right anymore… and Sans and Alphys did this?
Sans's gaze was angled downward.
His brow bone was pinched together in worry.
"It's really my fault… all this. There were warnings. And I ignored them. Out of numbness. I was numb. I didn't feel for anything. I didn't even like Papyrus. I actually fucking thought about abandon him… I was such a bad person… I… I kind of regret telling you this…" Sans was fidgeting.
"Why?" Frisk forgot about Snowy for a moment.
"Because…" He audibly swallowed. "You…"
"I'm not going to judge you if that's what your thinking. I didn't even think about it. It was in the past and you've changed, right? That's what matters. Remember the talk about getting smarter, bub? You're losing intelligence." Frisk gave him a tiny nudge, hoping to get a spark out of him.
Sans huffed and grinned.
"Shuddup fluff ball. Cm'on, we gotta find the other keys and find Al."
Snowy perked up.
"…come…back… soon?"
Sans flinched.
"…sure. If you really want me too… I would have thought you guys would want nothing to do with me."
"We… miss…you." The creatures deformed eyes were sparkling, and Frisk realized with s pang the monster would be crying if it could.
Sans sniffled, and his words sounded choked.
"Y-yeah… s-see ya…"
Sans hurried out of the room, a little hunched.
Frisk surveyed him thoughtfully while following before deciding someone needed a hug.
She caught up to him (not a hard thing to do with his knee being the way it was) and wrapped her arms around his torso, loving the little puff of air that escaped from his clothes when she pressed down.
Sans froze, but she felt his bones relax.
"…you sure know when someone needs a hug, huh?"
"It wasn't that hard. I'll never judge you for your past, dummy. It's irrelevant."
"Yes it is. I made these things. And Al thinks it's her fault."
"Then you're both stupid." Frisk rested her head on his shoulder. He tensed up and let out s tiny cough.
Why'd he get so tight all the sudden?
"Ya'know, we're both scientists. I can ramble about quantum physics so much I can make you have an existential crisis."
"There's two types of intelligence. That's book smarts. Besides, I bet if I read up on it I could match you."
Sans puffed.
"Yeah, right honeybuns. I don't think a couple of books will match you with 10 years plus exposure."
"Honeybuns?"
Sans did a little jump.
"Is that a little too non-platonic?"
"No, it sounds weird coming from your mouth." Frisk giggled a little. "I didn't know nice things could come out of your foul mouth."
"What, did I curse you out and put you down the entire time I've known you? Get outta here." Sans pulled away and flicked her forehead.
"Heyyyyy, you stole that from Naruto… and you didn't even do it right! It's two fingers…"
"…heh… not enough fingers for ya?" Sans made an amused face.
Frisk stared at him blankly.
"Yeah, because it's not right. It's two."
"I'm making a perverted joke."
"Oh."
"Never mind. I'm sure a finger joke has been made before."
They found their way back to the door.
Sans stuck the key in, and the light flickered on.
"We need four?" Frisk asked.
"Yup."
"Oiiiiiiii." Frisk groaned.
"Hey, I can get you some century old candy if it makes you happy."
Sans pointed at the vending machine.
"Depends on what it is."
Frisk walked over and tried looking inside. The glass was far too fogged, and even after whiling it with her sleeve she couldn't see a thing.
"I don't think it will work…" Frisk tried pressing one of the buttons. It was stuck in place.
"Who said it needed too?"
"What, are y-"
Sans pulled back and slammed his fist into the glass, and it shattered with a loud smash.
Frisk stared as he pulled his hand back and gave it a small shake.
"There ya go. Have away."
Frisk looked down at the glass on the floor.
"…you broke it."
"…no, I fixed it. Dumbass."
"That was unnecessary. Plus Alphys will be mad."
"Naw. Now get your candy before someone else does."
Frisk blinked slowly before deciding candy was worth it and stepping over the glass, hearing it crack under her feet. She bend into the machine, shivering at the cold being let off from the steel.
There were tons of candy bars, chips, and even some energy drinks.
"Hey, get me some chisps."
"…chips?"
"Chisps. Look at the package."
Frisk grabbed one of the packages and turned it around in her hand.
Indeed it read Chisps.
"Was this made by the same person who misspelled the libarby sign…" Frisk muttered before passing a couple bags off to him.
"Hail yes, gimme." Sans snatched them from her hand.
Frisk grabbed a drink and shook it to find it frozen.
Oh well.
She dropped it on the ground and gathered as many candy bars as she could, stuffing her pockets.
Eventually she started stuffing her bra.
Sans's eyes widened.
"…dude… what the fuck."
"I do it all the time. It warms up chocolate good. Women put a lot of things in their bras." Frisk shrugged. The cold bars didn't feel too nice but soon they'd be nice and toasty.
Sans's face was tinged with blue.
"… nice to know."
"What? I thought you liked boobs anyways." Frisk reached in and grabbed the last candy bar and tore the wrapper open.
"…I wasn't complaining, I just said nice to know. I wish I had boobs so I could steal food easier."
Frisk snorted.
"If you had boobs you'd spend all day squeezing yourself."
Sans tilted his head back and threw a chip into his mouth.
"Mmhmmm… these are stale."
Frisk looked at her bag, reading the expiration date.
Which was two years ago.
"…should we be eating this?"
Sans turned.
"It's been practically kept in a freezer, its fine."
Sans continued eating his stale chips.
Frisk gnawed on her frozen chocolate bar.
At least it still tasted good.
Sans lead her to a large, square room with multiple beds. Some were in neat rows, but others had been sent ajar and never put back in place. Same went for the sheets- some well made, and some thrown all over the place.
There was a loud bark that sent her hair on end.
"Woo, here comes the doggie." Sans casually threw another chip in his mouth.
Just as started crunching on the chip, a huge white dog came lumbering into the room. The top half was mostly intact save for the gaping hole in its face, but it's lower half was covered in a black goop.
It's huge paws made the ground shake as it ran towards them, slobbering through the hole in its face.
Frisk took a step back as it stopped in front of Sans and pressed its head against him, tail wagging.
"Awww, cut it out. Yes, I missed ya too, cmon. I'm not big enough for this." Sans was helplessly knocked over by the huge dog.
Frisk giggled.
It reminded her of Greater Dog.
It leaned over Sans, sending droplets of steamy saliva onto his body.
"Eeeeewwwwww, STAP! Please, ew, heh. I don't have time to play, but I'll come back when I can bud. Okay?"
The dog's ears and tail drooped, but it gave Sans another affectionate headbut.
"Yes, I promise. Oh, and this is Frisk." Sans pointed at her.
"…" Frisk felt the dog's non existent eyes bearing a hole into her.
Then, out of no where, it leaped over to her excitedly.
It leaned its head down to her face.
Frisk hesitantly reached her hand out and scratched behind its ear. It's fur was stiff and it's boyd felt cold- like it was dead. But it's panting and thumping hind leg as she scratched were sure signs it was alive.
"Awww." Frisk cooed. It wasn't the prettiest, but it was still a doggie…
"Alright bud, you seen the green key?"
The dog turned to Sans and thumped the ground with its front paws.
"Where?"
The dog padded over to one of the beds and literally flipped it over.
The key fell to the ground with a clank.
"Thanks. Though you could have left the bed in tack." Sans laughed a little while grabbing the little green key, turning it around in his fingers.
There was a click at the other side of the room.
Frisk looked up.
There were two more Amalgamates, one with a weird muscly body and a large mouth with pointed teeth, and a bird like one with bug like wings.
The one with the pointed teeth made a shriek like sound, but it sounded like the sound was being made by many different voices at once. It created a horrible disharmony that hurt her ears.
"Oh, hey Lemonbread. Reaper."
Lemonbread? Reaper? Weird names…
They didn't move an inch, and Frisk felt a frosty air coming from them to her…
They didn't like her presence.
"That's Frisk. She's harmless. It's cool… heh, no pun intended."
Reaper lingered a moment longer before approaching Sans, Lemonbread following suit.
Frisk hung back from these two, watching the heartwarming reunion.
…
The next two keys were in a freezer and a shower, respectively.
Thankfully, Lemonbread helped them pry open the freezer door, which had frozen shut a long time ago.
The Amalgamates bodies always made a shifting, scratching sound that bothered Frisk. They also shifted emotions quickly, sometimes unexpectedly.
Sans knew their behavior perfectly. But she didn't know what to expect, and they surprised her at every turn.
They didn't follow them to the lobby.
Sans said they probably didn't like going into the power room because something called "Memoryheads" liked to hang around there, and they tended to get moody.
Sans placed the three keys into their respective holes, and the door made a clicking sound as all the lights flashed on.
Sans pressed a small grey button and the door slowly opened, sending a white fog out from its cracks.
"Alright, all we gotta do is turn on the power box and then we are golden." Sans started limping in.
"What about Alphys?"
"We can find her after the power is on. It's kinda hard with it being dark and stuff."
Frisk swallowed.
The only reason the dimness would impede them were if she weren't moving for some reason. And Frisk didn't want to know the implications of that.
They entered slowly. It was darker than the other rooms, with an intricate tangle of tubes leading to a slow blinking red light on top of a panel of buttons.
As they approached it, Sans stopped, extending his arm out to stop her.
Frisk froze, feeling a cold knot in her stomach.
"What?"
"…shit. Memoryheads."
"H-"
Frisk was cut off by a collective garbling and static sound as something fell from the dark enshrouded ceiling.
They were little white, round things with what looked like static code all over their bodies. They shifted and swayed in unison, like every movement was sent as a signal through each of their brains.
They surrounded Sans and Frisk in a circle, about twelve of them.
Sans was tense.
"Are these ones… aggressive? Why are they doing this?" Frisk took a step towards him, her head spinning to see them all. She felt a little panicked. The sound and movements they made were nauseating.
"Depends… hey guys. Remember me?"
In response to Sans's question, they let out a horrible shriek that made them both cringe, Sans crying out a little.
"Ow, shit… they're pissed."
"Why?" Frisk swallowed.
They inched a little closer, and Frisk realized that Sans was right.
"I dunno… it could be anything from being hungry to hating me for leaving. These guys get off on any little thing… they probably only listen to Al."
At the mention of her name they shuddered, but then continued their advance.
Frisk pressed up against Sans, her heart racing.
"What are they going to do?"
"I think they are going to attack… shit, I can't use my magic!" Sans looked extremely nervous now, in a way she had only seen from him recently.
It was his insecurity at being injured.
Sans… he can't fight them off. Not with his knee. I…
Frisk let out a tiny growl.
"Stay back…"
I need to stop being a coward, if I can face Chara I can certainly keep Sans safe from these!
They inched closer still.
"Frisk… just don't move… if they attack they'll most likely go after me, it seems I'm the one they are mad at."
"No. How many times have I told you no? You idiot." Frisk hissed.
"W-"
"No. Shut it." Frisk raised her finger. "If they attack, I'm defending You. Because you're hurt and that's what friends do. That's what wolves do."
"…and you call me stupid. Frisk, I'm not helpless. Besides, we need to hold still, if we don't move they wi-"
Suddenly, they began rushing forward.
Frisk yelled and tossed one of her candy bars at the closest one.
They froze.
Suddenly, she felt something tug on her leg.
Frisk let out a sound as she was jerked backwards quite a ways, and her head hit the floor hard.
She thought she blacked out, and maybe she did for a few seconds.
The next thing she knew something horribly cold was on her body and there was a static sound that hurt her head and made her want to barf.
Frisk realized they were on her and started struggling, eyes going wide.
Sans was saying something, but she couldn't hear over the static.
Frisk tried to open her mouth, but one of them moved onto her neck and lower face, and with a rush of panic she felt it press down.
She felt like her heart was going to burst.
Frisk started flailing harder, unable to breathe.
Any other thoughts turned to need air as she was filled with a horrible, desperate need to breathe.
"HEY! Stop it! Get off!"
The Memoryheads froze.
There was a flash of yellow.
"Hey! Stop it! Bad! Very bad!"
Frisk recognized Alphys.
The pressure on her body went away and they shuffled off.
Frisk took in a gulp of air, feeling pain in her chest.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Alphys's face was over hers now. She was blurry.
It took Frisk a moment to process.
"…I think so." Her voice was raspy.
"Holy shit, you fucking moron. You're bleeding from the head. Al, does it look bad?"
Frisk blinked slowly.
Bleeding?
"…it doesn't l-look too serious. T-the worst it could lead to is a concussion."
"Are you sure? She doesn't look fine!"
Frisk blinked again, trying to clear the little black fuzzies.
She felt oddly detached.
"She's p-probably dazed. Or maybe in s-shock. T-try to k-keep her warm, after the p-power is on we can bring her u-up and check her out w-with my machines. O-oh, are you okay S-Sans?"
Did…Sans get attacked…too?
"Yeah, maybe a bruise or two. Alrighty, get over here."
Sans's eyes shifted to her and she felt his hand behind her back, pushing her up.
Then she was wrapped in something really warm.
It smelled like wind and ketchup.
She realized Sans was suddenly missing his jacket.
Where did it go?
Frisk blinked at him.
"Jeez, you really are out of it. Hey, turn the power on." Sans looked over to Alphys.
Alphys said something Frisk didn't catch and she hurried away to the button panel.
Frisk curled deeper into the warmth.
It felt nice…
Sans gave her a shake that sent a throb into her head.
"No sleeping. I would be yelling at you right now if you would process a single word, you know."
Frisk whined softly.
She was tired. Why couldn't she sleep?
There was a click and then the world went white.
The light hurt her eyes and she squeezed them shut, squirming and whining.
"I know, it's just the lights." Sans's voice was a little softer than his previous angry one, and instead of annoying her it soothed her.
"O-okay, its on. We can take the elevator over here."
"Fine. Gimme a sec."
The ground disappeared underneath her.
Frisk felt a little panic until she realized she was being carried.
"You're still too light." Sans muttered.
Light?
"S-Sans, should you be doing that? You're still h-hurt."
"What else are we gonna do? Leave her here with the pissed off Mems?"
"N-no… but they are getting a big punishment!"
"I hope so, those little shits. So, mind explaining?"
"O-oh… I… I'm sorry Sans… I just… I thought it was t-time, and-"
The voices drowned away as Frisk slumped into a short unconsciousness.
What felt like a few seconds later, she was on a bed with a familiar fuzzy blanket and a throbbing headache.
Frisk groaned, feeling thoughts flood in.
Holy shit.
She almost died.
Oh no.
She would have shot up if she didn't feel like her head was a brick.
"Rise and shine."
"Sans?" Frisk rubbed her eyes. Thankfully, the room was dark.
She sat up slowly.
Sans's bed.
Sans's room.
Storm in between her legs.
A crossed looking Sans.
She grabbed her heavy head and glanced at him from the side.
"What? You want me to get out?"
"No… I never got to yelling at you."
"Please don't. My head hurts."
"Okay, I'll just scold you then. You fucking dumbass. I told you what I told you for a reason. I said I can defend myself. You wanna know why? Because I actually knew what the fuck I was doing. If I just held still they wouldn't have done much harm. A little painful, especially if they got my knee, but they react to movement. And you. Sit there and throw your fucking candy bar at them like a shit eating three year old. See where that got you? It almost got you killed, fuckface. Think before you act or I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be tasting common sense for years to come." Sans took a shaking breath.
Frisk blinked.
Wow.
She felt a prickling annoyance.
"Jeez, what a welcome. You have the nerve to curse me out after I made a simple mistake and could have died?"
Storm looked up and glared at Sans.
At least someone backed her.
"Yeah, I do. Because it was a stupid, idiot mistake. One that should not have been made."
"Screw you. You're a dick."
"I'm a dick that wants you alive. With no more resets." Sans leaned back. "Sorry for being pissed off. Oh, no reading. And you've got meds." Sans pulled out a pill bottle and shook it.
Frisk pinched the bridge of her nose.
Just fantastic.
I had to force myself through this chapter. Thus, it's rather rushed. Sorry.
I've just been pooped on motivation for the last week. I've been drawing other stuff, but in terms of projects I've got nothing done. Maybe it's the commotion from the shooting.
Some forth wall breaks for you as well.
Sans is fully revealed.
Also, big announcement.
I have a story planned that is Sans centric, taking place in his past. It would be short, but I'm probably going to start it after HT is done. Unless I get a motivation rush before then. But I estimate about 5 chapters. Maybe only three long ones. Who knows. It's till in early stages. I was also thinking of a comic on it but with Springheart on and behind schedule I just can't. Two full blown comic series sounds like hell, considering one is a nightmare.
Anyways, I hope you all are doing well and stay safe. Remember to report anyone acting strange or making threats to the proper authority. People's feelings aren't worth lives. It's a very tense time right now. Do not share posts about or including someone making threats to a shooting. Because most of them want you to do that. Just report and leave it alone. Hopefully this goes down soon.
Though with this president nothing is certain.
From the wolf in the mountains,
Comycat~
Oh, and if you want to see any cool art of my OC Moon or more HT stuff check out my DA! I've been drawing a lot recently!
Whoops, almost forgot reviews!
Alia Sooan: lol. Don't worry. I'm probably fatter. XD
Synthetic Desire.21: Omg, that made me laugh so hard XD better get life support, because your heart isn't done being battered yet!
Lauralie20: heh, true. Karma sucks. Also, Amalgamate Chara is sort of the placeholder for Omega Flowey, so there is no Omega Flowey. It's going right to the finale… :3
Iluvfanfic: Lol. I love that video. And my search history is worse, trust me :b
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Reiko X: yay, a new reader :D welcome!
Lol, I'm sorry you don't get the jokes. I hope the jokier chapters weren't too boring… as for Snark, Sans is your Snarky buddy, with all your Snarky needs XD
I understand. It's a thing some people have. I don't know if we have enough time left for some last minute additions in terms of that without butchering the plot, though. But we do have the final fight coming up… and I've got a surprise!
Hope y'all aren't too attached to your skeleton.
):3