((A/N: Mentions of impalement, and describing a deep gory wound. Sorry about earlier (anonymous), I'll make sure to mention those triggers in the future! I didn't mean to cause trouble, I'll do these from now on with injuries. I don't know if I will mention gore too often, since there was quite a bit of gore in the anime, but if more people want that mentioned I will comply.

If any of you want something mentioned as a TW, please don't hesitate to tell me! I really try not to be mean about it ^w^;

Also, Happy October everyone! Ready for Halloween?))


After the events that took place several evenings ago, Mother was nowhere to be found. Frisk had been abandoned once again, left unconscious on the blood-stained basement floor among shards of broken glass and splintered chair legs.

It was only after a small, white-furred monster child poked his nose into the supposedly-abandoned shack of a house that Frisk had been first acknowledged to exist to society.

.

.

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"So you're a human, right?"

"Mhm."

"Oh, that's pretty cool!"

Frisk found themselves awake in a bed, a white sheet draped over their body, when they woke up.

They made a new friend in their rescuer, a Boss Monster child named Asriel Dreemurr. His mother and father had so graciously brought out a spare bed for the human to be nursed back to health in, as well as an official place to stay. Frisk's bed was right next to Asriel's, and the two had chatted about their experiences and interests all through the following nights.

Despite his parents' insistence on getting enough bed rest.

"...You know, my parents are actually in charge of this place. It's an academy for those that are interested in fighting back against Kishin control- among other things."

Frisk looked at Asriel carefully as the monster child continued.

"Uhhh... let's see... Kishins -or, Afreets- are dangerous beings that want to cause madness and despair. No one is really sure how they're created or what they're made of, but someone that has consumed innocent human souls runs the risk of becoming a Kishin Egg- the stepping stone to becoming one of those terrible creatures."

Mindlessly, Frisk grasped at their new striped sweater. If they consumed innocent human souls...

"What... what would an innocent human soul look like?" they asked, their throat going dry.

"Well, if they're different colors but red, I think. Got some weird hexagon-shapes on it too. So you shouldn't have anything to worry about!"

Yeah, right. Wasn't Chara's soul red? But it didn't seem to have polygons on it, so maybe they were still in the clear.

...

"...Okay, I think I get it now," was all they had to say. It was not the right time to say the truth, not yet. Maybe when they're recovered enough to leave, they'll tell. "Thank you for the lesson, Asriel."

He smiled, then got up from his seat on the foot of the bed. "No problem! Anything else you need before I go?"

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"I'm doing my rounds again. Just making sure that no one is in trouble, if anyone needs my help, all that stuff. That's how I found you a few days ago." He picked up a heavy-looking backpack with a grunt of effort, then snatched up a clipboard from the table nearby. "I'll come back in a few hours. Until then, you can call me with this if you need anything!"

With that said, he tossed something towards Frisk, and the human had recognized it as a flip phone. As he was walking away, he suddenly stopped in the middle of the doorframe of the room.

"Although...

"I didn't think humans healed so quickly... It only took three days for you to recover this much, but I'm sure it would have taken other humans months... At least, that's what my mom said."

Silence.

"...I really don't think that matters too much, though. After all, less time in a hospital bed means more time for fun! Let's play a game of cards when I get back, 'kay?"

He paused again, then continued in a softer voice. "I don't want you sulking all day, so try to cheer up, please?"

And just like that, Asriel left Frisk to organize their thoughts.

...

What did their soul look like?

What color was it?

Will they become a Kishin Egg? What will happen to them?

The more they thought about it, the more apparent it became to them that they should keep their recent history to themselves. They knew it might cause more trouble than it was worth, but they really didn't feel like dying again.

Wait...

"Again?"

Frisk clutched at their sweater again. What warranted that?

...

"Chara? Is that you?"

...Yeah, it's me. I thought you'd never come looking for me, so I just stayed quiet.

"Well anyways, I'm kinda glad you aren't dead. After all, you were basically the one to get me out of that whole mess," Frisk replied.

Deep within them, they suddenly felt some other thing...s(?) squirm in protest.

I guess the other souls want to be included too. All of them brought us this far as well, Frisk.

"Oh right, the other souls... Thank you all too- Wait, how do you know my name? I thought-"

Well now that I'm basically your subconscious, I have access to pretty much everything you know.

"This was going to take some getting used to..."

Think I'm also in that weird blood you have.

"Weird... blood?"

They looked down at the bandages littering their body. Underneath all that gauze, they could figure out what exactly made their blood "weird-"

I wouldn't do that. There's a reason they're still on you; you're not freakin recovered yet. Not sure what you need to recover FROM, but it looks like you got into a fight before you passed out, Chara mused.

"But still..."

Slowly, Frisk tugged off a piece of gauze from their left arm. It couldn't be that bad, could it?

Staring back at them was an unsightly black orifice, raw and crusty with a sickeningly black liquid along the edges and pooling in the wound. Some remnant lines of red swirled around in the still-wet liquid, clinging to a glint of white bone that peeked out underneath the torn muscles and tendons.

They stuck the bandages back on quickly.

...

How did that black stuff even get there?

Is that their blood now? Because the wound had very little red blood in it...

Chara felt the need to contribute to the conversation, though it was technically one-sided now. I think that's what that syringe was filled with, some sort of substitute or... something. It must have tried to kill you, too, but you somehow managed to survive.

"Lovely."

After what happened to them not even a few weeks prior, such things didn't have Frisk bat an eye. It was a curious feeling, a dull shielding of emotion. Even if they tried, they couldn't feel anything towards it. That was probably a bad thing.

You get used to it, really.

"...That's right, you had something like that too, didn't you? Has it always felt like this?"

Frisk felt something shift in their veins. Yeah, but it was only another reason why Mother wanted me dead and gone.

...

"Let's get some sleep. We can think about this later, okay?"

Sure.


((A/N: Ivhg zmw ivxlevib~))