The Keeper of the Void

by ChroniclerEnigma

Frisk had a curious mind that often left her on a bridge between many ideas. This led her to dream of a dark place with all the stars in its sky... but the place was too far away to be embraced by their light. It was beautiful all the while it was terrifying. Even so, she kept returning; hoping to find something new in that Void. And one day... she did. She met another star gazer.

14. POOR HUMAN

14 POOR HUMAN… NO ONE WILL HURT YOU HERE

Footsteps and calling. Frisks face was buried in the fold of her arms and knees. She wasn't sure when, but she must have fallen asleep, because her breath and quaking had calmed, and her tears dried. Lifting her head from her arms, she looked up through the narrow space ahead of her made by two white objects. For a second, she was at a loss for what they were. But as she saw the wood floor and walls and many blurry doors, and she realized she was still in the inn.

She wiped a sleeve on her eyes, and brushed away the dried tears on her cheek.

"Frisk?" the small bunny had appeared so suddenly across the room Frisk actually jumped and hit the washing machine. The bang of metal caused Henry to turn and spot her cowering in the machines nook. His eyes brightened upon seeing her. "Frisk!" he smiled, and hopped forward eagerly, but she flinched and he stopped short. "What are ya doin' down 'ere for?" he said quietly, and frowned, ears tucking back on his head as he tilted to the side. "Ya feelin alright?"

Rachel's voice called: "Henry? Ya find her yet?"

"Yeah ma," he called over his shoulder, "But uh… could ya come 'ere a sec?" the noise making Frisk cringe. Henry looked back at her, brows knit with worry, his mouth parted with something unsaid. They sat in silence just waiting until Rachel appeared behind him. A shadow crossed her eyes and she knelt down to the left of Henry.

She spoke softly, "I don't think yer so pale because of the cold anymore, Frisk… no one's gonna hurt ya here."

The human gave the slightest of nods and stared at the floor.

Rachel paused, jaw clenched, ears twitching left and right.

"Ma, is she okay?" Henry whispered.

"I dunno, honey," Rachel leaned back on a knee, and just sat and watched Frisk in silence. "Did ya find what ya were lookin for, Frisk?"

A grim line drew across Frisks face, her eyes squenched and glistened with tears.

"What did you find?" Rachel said softly.

Frisk began to say something, but all that was mustered was a brief hoarse squeak. Slowly, she unfolded her arms, and held up her broken glasses.

Rachel's brow furrowed, "You really need your glasses. Anything else?"

Frisk buried her face in her arms. "I'm being followed…"

With surprise, Rachel looked towards the entrance with a narrowness to her eyes. Her fur stood up on end along the top of her head for a moment. Frisk studied her warily. She sighed. "I think I know who you're talkin' about… Look, Frisk, I think you realize that I know what you are," she lowered her gaze and searched Frisks' eyes till she looked back. "But I promise you… I am not one a' them. Understand me?" there was an underlying tone of rage in her words. Her chin trembled, "I promise I am not one a them. I won't hurt ya, Henry won't hurt ya, we won't let anyone touch ya Frisk."

Frisk averted her eyes, and nodded softly.

"Do you wanna climb up outa there yet? I can get ya something warm ta drink, er Henry an I can show ya around; find a room for ya."

Frisk nodded, "I… I'd like to walk around."

"Okay then," Rachel stood up, and held out a hand with fur and claws to her.

Slowly, Frisk shifted forward to take the Bunny's hand, and she was helped to her feet.