Chapter 49:
Straying
My stomach knotted and my hands clenched the table. Gaster tortured Chara just to see what humans could do with magic. He wanted me now and I had already come in contact with Asgore's dust three times. What would happen with the next injection? Could I control it? My breathing quickened and I could hear the heart monitor begin to race. Would I be a threat to Arial? To Sans? What if I was already too late to save Arial? What if Gaster did this to her too?
Sans grabbed my shoulders, "Frisk. Breathe. Please."
He took deep breaths and stared into my eyes, guiding me back to normal rhythmic breaths. His thumbs brushed away tears that were unknowingly falling from my eyes. With each stroke of my cheek and each breath my heart slowed and I curled into his arms.
After a while of this, Alphys suggested I wear a soul monitor so they could read any increases in magic or changes between myself and Chara. I agreed, and took our peace of mind, I kept a little sticky, pocket size, soul monitor stuck to the center of my chest. It would report directly to both Sans and Alphys through their phones.
It was now that our determination became even more heightened. Sans wanted some sort of vengeance on Gaster for sticking me, and I more intensely sought after Flowey the longer he kept Arial. I wouldn't let her be a test subject like Chara or even myself.
Sans had the advantage of being able to teleport and was able to search further, keeping him busy. Where I was left with to wander and think. I started off with negative thoughts: What if she was hurt, or what if she was hungry? What if Gaster already had her?
Then my thoughts moved on to saddened memories: Will she say "Pa'ta" again, or drink another bottle? Would she have suffered on the surface? Was I selfish bringing her here to the Underground?
Finally my thoughts grew dark and I started to think of ways to get my revenge.
I could pluck each petal, burn each leaf, and shred his stem. I could make him eat weed killer. A laugh began to echo in my head and another voice added to my thoughts.
"We could slice him to bits, turn his dust to pie, and let the others eat his remains. We could spread his petals one by one from the Ruins to Hotland, then walk back doing the leaves. Or the best yet, we could force him to watch Mom suffer before we make him suffer, she did let him take the kid away after all."
My hands shook and I tried to free my head of the thoughts that grew louder. Chara was feeding off the fear and pain, trying to take over. Their soul was trying to replace mine. Sans returned from another scouting session instantly and with high alert, his phone squealing with an alarm. It only took him a moment to pull me in and check me over before he started to come to the conclusion I wasn't all there.
"Frisk, I need you to calm down. Focus on me. Don't let them have your soul. "
I tried to shut out the noise and give my undivided attention to him, but math was not my strong suite. Chara muttered threats and promises of revenge that seemed very tempting. I could let them reset everything, but Sans was holding me and reassuring me he would fix it. I'd put myself with him first and before anything else. He was more reliable for sure, and I loved him.
"I'm sorry." I whispered to him, his grip squeezing me more. "I got thinking and lost control"
"Don't worry about it. Just please do your best to stay positive, 'cause I think I found a lead."
