Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale
Summary: Everyone wants to Understand Sans' issues, but no one can. So GASTER decides to help out.
"That is you right there, isn't it punk?" Undyne said, carefully examining the screen.
Frisk's only response was to nod their head, worried about things. Worried about the perception the others would have of them after these secrets were shown. Sure, they did not KNOW for sure what happened, but they knew that in some timelines, it was not good. They could only hope that their family still cared about them after all this. After all, Sans did, so it shouldn't be a problem.Right?
Frisk hit the surprisingly soft ground, looking around at their surroundings. There did not seem to be any surprise or worry on their face. They did not even take in their surroundings as they walked out of the room, down a hallway, and into a room that was mostly dark save for one lit place, in this lit place laid a flower, Flowey.
"oh, that can't be good…" Sans muttered, watching the screen closely. There did not seem to be any signs that Frisk was new to the Under Ground, so it clearly hadn't been Frisks first time around. Still, seeing that flower face off against Frisk made him feel protective, even if only a little.
"HUMAN, WILL THE FLOWER HURT YOU?" Papyrus asked, worried for his friend. Of all the people in the room, Papyrus was probably one of the most hurt by the flower, considering the betrayal Flowey had put him through.
"Do not worry Papyrus; I come in time to stop them from being hurt." Toriel reassured the sensitive skeleton, but her hands had tightened into fists at the idea of watching anyone hurt her child.
Alphys looked guilty, playing with their fingers. Alphys created Flowey, so should Frisk get hurt, it was Alphys fault.
Undyne noticed her girlfriend falling into such thoughts, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to comfort Alphys.
"Howdy, I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower. You're new to the UNDERGROUND, aren'tcha. Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready?"
The battle started, and Frisks soul floated out of their body. A deep, dark red, the colour of determination.
"See that heart? That is your SOUL, the very culmination of everyone's being! Your SOUL starts off weak, but you can get stronger by gaining a lot of LOVE – but I'm sure you already knew that, Frisk."
Frisk tensed, their soul looking smaller, but grew only a minute later. After all, they had DETERMINATION. Someone, one person knowing, would not stop them.
"You want some LOVE, don't you?" Flowey continued, as if he had not just drop a huge secret. "Don't worry; I'll share some with you! Down here, little white 'Friendliness Pellets' are you ready? Move around, get as many as you can!"
Flowey summoned the, 'Friendliness Pellets' and they moved toward Frisks soul, but she dodged them with no issue. This of course, caused Flowey some mild irritation.
"Hey buddy, you missed them. Let's try again okay?" Frisk however, just dodged the slow moving pellets once again, "Is this a joke, are you brain-dead? RUN INTO THE BULLETS – I mean Friendliness Pellets"
Frisk dodged.
"You know what's going on here, don't you? You just wanted to see me suffer." Flowey said, his whole face contorting into something familiar and evil. Friendliness pellets appeared around him in a huge circle, leaving no gaps to run or hide, "DIE!"
The circle started to close in.
However, Toriel entered, blasting away the flower with a ball of fire magic, a worried expression painted onto her face.
The room let out a sign of relief. Even though Toriel had told everyone, they would save their Frisk.
"I'm so s-sorry that hap-ppened to you Fr-risk." Alphys said, hanging their heads.
'It's not your faul S, I know that.' Frisk signed to their friend with a small reassuring smile. Undyne appreciated this, giving the little punk a thumb up behind Alphys back.
Sans was deep in thought, going over the scene. It seemed that his thought that it was not the first run for Frisk definitely ran seemed correct. The way that Flowey dealt with it was actually similar to Sans. Pretty much just following the status quo.
Papyrus was the only one that actually noticed that Sans was so deep in thought. This made Papyrus worried for his brother, but there was nothing he could do.
There was only the hope that this would actually help – and not end up hurting his brother even farther.
"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth. Do not be afraid my child, I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone such as yourself has fallen down. You're the first human to come through in a long time. Come! I will guide you through the catacombs."
As Toriel spoke, Frisk's soul melded back into their body. Toriel watched with gentle, concerned eyes. Just to make sure that there wasn't anything overly wrong with them.
However, Frisk showed no expression, just nodded and followed closely after.
Along the way, they came across a save point.
"WHAT IS THAT SPARKLE? I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE." Papyrus looked interested, a smile gracing his face. He loved to learn new things, and as always was facing his brother for answers.
Sans had never actually SEEN one himself, but he knew what it was.
"that's, well, it's a little hard to explain pap. when a human has a lot of determination they can see those little 'sparkles' and they help them should they ever die. i'm sure that you'll see it at work at some point." Sans attempted to explain, but also kept true to the fact he really did not want the people around him knowing these things.
"They most certainly will NOT!" Toriel stated sternly, causing Sans to sweat. He hadn't thought about what seeing the way it worked would have meant for Frisk. Frisk had to die, and Toriel would have to watch it. Damn, why had he opened his big mouth again?
He just frantically nodded in agreement.
Alphys looked closely at the sparkle. Having worked with determination before, she was interested in what effects it had. Determination is a powerful force, especially when it comes to humans using it. Without a doubt, it would be formidable.
Frisk just kept their head down, despite the fact Toriel and the others did not seem all that upset or worried about the sparkle.
Frisk knew though, knew that everyone would be in shock, or disgust, at the fact that many of the fighters had killed their little human friend. No one ever remembered because of the reset, but Frisk knew, even though the memories fade after awhile.
That is how it had always worked for them. They would sharply remember each reset for a few days, but after that, it would fade. Probably a copping mechanism of some sort – At least what is what they thought. Because Frisk did not want the memories, the only time that they ever did was when they thought of Sans loneliness.
Asgore looked ashamed of himself for a completely different reason. Watching Toriel protect the child, call it an innocent, look down on someone that would have hurt it, well it didn't make him feel good.
"I'm sorry Tori." Asgore murmured to her, "I thought I was doing the right thing, but I know now that I was just being a coward."
All he got for the admission and apology was a glare, "Yes, you were a coward."
She turned back to the screen, prepared to watch her child's adventures farther, hoping only for the best. Ignoring Asgore's guilty expression, he deserved to feel that way, after all.
Toriel and Frisk walked through the ruins. They were met with puzzles, mazes, and tests of independence.
There was a froggit.
It had jumped right in front of Frisk, Toriel's back was turned, and Frisk stumbled backward, their foot flying up. Before they even knew what was happening, they had kicked the froggit, and it dissipated in a swarm of dust.
It was a nightmare right? There was no way that actually happened right? It was just a kick, a stumble. IT COUL B L.
Everyone looked at the screen in varying degrees of shock, but Frisk was crying, along with themselves on the screen.
Tears silently dripped from their eyes, hating what they had just seen, what they had caused.
"look kiddo, it wasn't your fault. it was clearly an accident. everyone knows that." Sans reassured, before anyone else could get over his, and or, her, shock.
Toriel quickly snapped out of it and pulled their child into a hug, whispering reassuring things to them, and everyone quickly jumped onto that bandwagon.
"You're way too much of a nerd to ever actually mean to do something like that!" Undyne said, with a smile as wide as her face.
"W-we know you are t-too good to h-have meant to d-do something like that Frisk!" Alphys forced out.
Papyrus gathered himself, "HUMAN, WE ALL KNOW THAT YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT!"
"Darling, you are far too precious, everyone believes in you, just as I do." Mettaton said, before striking a pose.
Again, tears filled Frisk's eyes, but this time they were of happiness. Their family believed in them, which was all that really mattered. One mistake, one LV, it did not matter as long as their family was there with them.
The Frisk on screen didn't have that comfort.
Instead, they had to hastily rub the tears off their face, guilty and hurting. How could they have done that, it was an accident, it wasn't their fault, 'It's okay Frisk, it's okay. Shush, you know it felt good.'
The words were a whisper, but Frisk frantically shock their head. It did not make sense.
They all heard it, and more importantly, they could all see it. A figure standing beside Frisk, which looked just like Frisk but with bright red eyes, whispering in their ear.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Undyne yelled, wanting to jump through the screen and strangle the thing that made the nerd think such horrible thoughts.
A few people in the room just stared at the figure, Asgore and Toriel. They knew, of course, that this was their child. Chara, the first human child to have fallen, but it did not make sense.
"I… I don't know what to make of this…" Toriel whispered to herself, "Child is this really what happened to you?"
Frisk shook their head, but didn't explain farther, still red and puffy from crying.
"I-it seems like Frisk thems-s-selves can't see it. It m-must seem like F-Frisk is coming up with the thoughts of th-their own fruition." Alphys murmured out, it was meant to be just to themselves, but with everyone so caught up in their own thoughts; it was heard loud and clear.
"SURELY THE HUMAN DOESN'T THINK THEMSELVES CAPABLE OF SUCH THOUGHTS!" Papyrus said, with his typical sunny personality.
"I don't think it works that way Papyrus." Undyne spoke, regretfully, "We all know the wimp can't so much as hurt a tomato, but the way that sick shadow spoke right now, making it seem like Frisk thought it… I don't think it's that simple."
Undyne was sick though, the thought of someone manipulating someone in such a manner was disgusting to her. It was not surprising she felt this way, as she was a straightforward fighter and person.
Sans was glaring at the screen.
Glaring.
No one had ever seen Sans look so emotional before. Quietly, Undyne tabbed everyone and had them look in that direction. It was surprising; it was … Scary, because if something caused Sans to have so much emotion, so much feeling, then it must have been something big.
Sans fought to control his magic. The sight of the demon made that a struggle. Every time that he met the demon it was a similar struggle, but he was actually better at control because of this. Sans could bet that his eye did not even flare. This was good, because he did not want to have to answer any questions. No one really knew about his magic and abilities, and he liked to keep it that way.
"Bonehead everything okay over there?" Undyne asked, almost cautiously.
Just as she spoke, Sans snapped out of it, "Totally fine, you could almost say I'm doing, sansational."
They knew of course, that he was hiding behind a pun. What could they do though? Everyone knew that he would not just explain it, that was the only reason that the whole situation had even gotten to where it was now.
The screen started to play again, stalling any farther attempts anyway.
Toriel eventually had to leave, giving Frisk a cell phone before she went on her way, saying that she would be back soon.
Frisk was still, traumatized, not understanding what was happening. They had only come back to go through again, to make friends again, and now this had happened, a horrible accident – The Froggit didn't deserve that. There was not anything they could do to take it back either, of course, they could reset, but it was just ONE Froggit. In the grand scheme of things, it did not really matter, did it?
'None of them really matter.' The voice of their thoughts came to them, 'It's okay to kill any of them, after all we will just reset anyway. No harm in finding out… In seeing what might happen.'
Everyone held angered looks on their faces, watching Frisk being manipulated like that. There was not anything that they could do though – So they just hoped that Frisk pulled through, they KNEW that Frisk pulled through after all, as they were right next to them.
Still, the whispers gave them chills.
Frisk shook their head. No.
They left the room behind, having decided that there was no reason to stay there any longer. Toriel called afterward, checking up, but Frisk just tapped on the phone, Toriel seemed to understand however.
Magic phone – Right.
They came across more monsters, but Frisk spared them all. Even though their thoughts were telling them to do otherwise.
'I won't, I do not want to do something like that. These are my friends we are talking about.' Frisk thought to themselves as they moved along.
Numb, that is how Frisk felt. Tears having long since dried, they made their way to Toriel's house. The puzzles were easy, as Frisk could feel the phantoms of having solved them before. They didn't even need to think, and it made being numb so much easier. Once they got there, they ran into Toriel, who was right in the middle of calling them.
"Oh my child! You are not hurt are you? Not even a scratch, which is impressive, but still you should not have come this far without me, it was dangerous. Not to mention it was irresponsible of me to do so. I suppose that I cannot hide the surprise from you much longer. Come along small one."
With a gentle smile, Toriel held Frisk's hand as they moved into the warm house. Everything just seemed so nice in there, so peaceful. Like everything, they had done before had been forgive. They were with their mother after all – She would not judge them.
"Do you smell that? It is butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival, so we can have the snail pie another time. I also have another surprise for you."
Toriel held Frisks hand again, leading them toward a new room, which was just for them.
"Here we are a room of your own." Toriel patted Frisk's head for a moment, making Frisk feel warm inside, "Oh! Is something burning? I best go check on that. Please my child, make yourself at home."
Watching their mother walk away, Frisk moved toward their bedroom and just lay in bed. Tomorrow would be a better day, they would face mom and go to Snowdin, meeting all their other friends – One mistake would not ruin this reset for them.
With that, they drifted off to sleep.
"HUMAN YOU AND TORIEL HAVE FOUND EACHOTHER AGAIN, IT IS VERY TOUCHING!" Papyrus motioned toward the TV, unknowing of the real emotions of the moment, "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM SO HAPPY FOR THE TELEVISION VERSION OF YOU!"
Regardless, it definitely broke the tense atmosphere.
"tibia honest i was getting worried there for a second, but now that they are with toriel it shouldn't be a problem." Sans said, almost relieved. This version of the human was guilty, and as far as he was concerned that meant he would not be seeing genocide run, which made him more than happy.
"SANS! DON'T USE PUNS FOR SUCH A SPECIAL MOMENT!"
"but i thought it was humerus."
"SANS!" Papyrus was stamping his foot, very animated, causing Frisk to giggle into their hand. Sans shot them a sideways glance, happy that him and his brothers antics had helped cheer the kid up.
"come on pap, you know that it was punny, i wouldn't tell a fibula." Sans said, and the back and forth continued.
"Hey, what is that disgusting thing that is trying to get the Nerd to do bad things?" Undyne asked, crossing her arms, trying to bring the conversation back to a serious point.
The bone brothers stopped their horsing around.
"The one that is whispering to Frisk, it looks like my child, Chara." The second the name was mentioned, Frisk flinched violently, trembling, and climbing into Sans lap. This of course, had Sans going wide-eyed. It was not a situation he was used too.
"come on kiddo, it'll be fine. they aren't around, and can't hurt you." Sans said softly, rubbing Frisk's back.
"I am sorry my child, I will not mention their name again if it upsets you so." Toriel said, looking truly regretful, but also upset. Not only had she hurt Frisk by saying the name, but now she could no longer talk about her past child around Frisk… However, Toriel was determined to stay strong.
"I-I think that w-what the…" Alphys paused, wondering what to call the apparition, "Thought Wh-hisp-per could be is l-left over d-d-determ-mination. D-Determination is v-very str-rong in humans and c-could even cause s-something like this-s."
It was a strong theory.
"URGH! I AM JUST SO FRUSTRATED! I WANT TO HELP THE STUPID NERD BUT ALL I CAN DO IS WATCH!" Undyne screamed, looking around ready to throw something around, magical spears forming around her. However, Alphys quickly calmed her girlfriend down.
"P-Please c-calm down Undyne, u-uhm you c-could hurt someone…" Alphys murmured, but it worked.
Everyone was silent, so it did not take long for the screen to continue playing.
When Frisk woke, it was no surprise that they greeted the day with much more enthusiasm. After all, there was the smell of their mother's pie right next to them. Smiling, they decided to take the pie with them on their trip – After all, it was a strong magical food. Moreover, it would help them feel closer to mum well they were away.
Walking out of their room, they went to talk to mum.
'Hey… mum… Could you please tell me how to get out of the ruins? I really want to go back to the surface.' Frisk explained through signs, shifting back and forth.
Toriel just abruptly stood, "Excuse me my child, but I must take care of something."
Toriel left, walking fast into the basement, heading toward the ruin door. Frisk followed quickly after, not missing a step.
It did not take them long to get to the door.
The aura around the door was dark; it almost made you not want to pass through it. Who would after all, when they had that warm place to stay only a few yards away. Butterscotch-Cinnamon pie on the table… However, curiosity have never let Frisk stay, they wanted to know everything they could about the monsters.
'Including just what their dust looks like when they die, is it different colours? Does their clothing leave as well? Just how much damage can you inflict before they disappear.' Came the wicked voice, speaking in Frisk's ear.
Every monster was disturbed by the way the 'Thought Whisper' was saying such things. The idea of anyone killing someone just to find these things out was just unfamiliar to monsters. They were made of 'Love and Magic' and could not comprehend such things. Especially if they were born after the war.
"That's just sick…" Undyne growled under her breath.
"I AM SURE THAT THEY COULD BE GOOD IF THEY JUST TRIED. PERHAPS ALL THEY NEED IS SOMEONE TO GIVE THEM A CHANCE." Papyrus theorized innocently.
Blood, dust, decapitation.
"i don't think so paps. i really don't think so…" Sans spoke in a low voice, but did not turn away from the screen.
Papyrus looked at his brother in shock, "MAYBE THAT IS PART OF WHY THEY BECAME THAT WAY. YOU DO NOT KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO CHANGE. AFTER ALL, WHO WOULD TURN DOWN THE OFFER TO BECOME MY FRIEND."
"heh, no one that is smart enough to know what they'd be missing pap." Sans said, smiling internally, but at the same time crying. His brother really was the coolest, most forgiving person. Even though it cost Sans more than a little bit of pain.
"I will not let another innocent child past me, only for them to face their deaths. If you want to get past me, you will have to prove your strength!" Toriel spoke, the moment that they met in front of the door.
"I refuse to fight you." Frisk signed, but with no hesitation.
The battle begun, Frisk's soul came out of their body, a deep dark red, with specks of black around the edges.
"Frisk's soul looks different." Asgore stated, looking closely.
"T-that might be t-the e-effect of the T-thought Whisperer…" Alphys replied, her mind running through several different theories before landing on that one, "Th-there isn't a l-lot of things that c-can effect a s-soul but… S-someone influencing w-with such d-dark thoughts… That w-would probably do it…."
They were all worried about their little human. Never mind the fact that they were so confused. It did not make sense, because Frisk said that it didn't happen to them. So where was it happening? Did Frisk just forget?
The fight started, and Toriel fought with resolution.
Frisk however, had no problem dodging all that their mother threw at them. Muscle memory was in place, despite the fact that they were currently a soul. When it was Frisk's turn, they choose Mercy à Spare, every time, without fail.
'Just hit her once, she can take it. She wants you to prove yourself. It will not actually hurt her, so there is no risk. You know now strong mum is.' The voice in Frisk's mind whispered.
Frisk refused to give it the time of day.
This was their MOTHER.
It didn't take all that long for Toriel to give up, seeing Frisk get hit by even one attack had her waver, but seeing Frisk refusing to so much as fight back? It had her giving up faster than the fight had even started.
'NO! I WON'T ALLOW IT! I WON'T!'
Suddenly, Frisk's arm lashed out, hitting Toriel right on the neck. Their HP was gone the second that the hit made contact.
Not possible.
It
Wasn't
Possible
"I… You… at my most vulnerable moment…To think I was worried you would not fit in out there…Ehehehehe! You really are no different than them!"
Toriel dropped to her knees, her dust spreading in the air not a moment later, and her heart shattering to pieces.
Everyone was shocked; Frisk and Toriel had tears in their eyes. Toriel quickly grabbed Frisk from their Dunkle and hugged them close, needing the comfort after seeing that.
Undyne's hands were shaking.
Mettaton was dramatically sobbing.
Asgore looked close to crying himself.
Alphys looked too shocked to actually do anything.
Papyrus did not even seem to understand what happened.
Sans was angry, furious, hurt. He had been hoping, had let him down again. This was a genocide run… Now he had to go through it all again. This time however, he got a new sight, as he had never seen Toriel be killed before. Just another thing to add to his nightmares… Because of that little demon brat.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND." Papyrus stated, looking around confused at everyone that was upset.
That almost got a grin from several people, namely Sans and Undyne. Sans was just happy his brother always remained so innocent, and was glad that he had saved Papyrus from so much hurt.
'Damn, it's no wonder I could never let this guy into the Royal Guard, what an innocent bonehead…' Undyne thought.
"Papyrus… The onscreen Frisk just … Killed Toriel." Asgore took it upon himself to explain, knowing that most everyone was too emotional now to do so themselves. He had practice separating himself from his emotions after all.
"But why? I do not understand." Papyrus asked, in an abnormally small voice.
Sans hate even more.
"it's because of that thought whisperer i think paps. they are probably scared of monsters, and lashed out. they probably didn't even mean it." It was a lie, but Paps looked much happier with that explanation. No one had the heart to break Sans words on the matter.
"Shh… It's okay my child… We know it isn't you… It's okay…" Toriel whispered into Frisk's ear comfortingly, but tears were in her own eyes. It was not because Frisk had killed them, but because… Chara had. Chara, their daughter, the 'Thought Whisperer' had actually acted through Frisk to kill her.
Nevertheless, Toriel knew she needed to be strong in this moment.
It seemed to be silent enough, despite everyone's emotionally racked state, for the screen to start moving again.
Frisks eyes were wide in horrour, disbelief.
It was not possible.
It was flour, yeah flour…
That made sense…
Mum had just gone to get them some pie…
Because Frisk would not kill mum…..
Frisk hit their knees in front of the pile of dust, their hands shakily reaching out. They had to check, because it was flour. There was no other explanation.
It was grainy…
Brown…
Hot …
Tears rolled down Frisk's face, finding the robes that mum wore in the pile before them. A broken chuckle escaped.
"He…hehe… This is not funny mum… come on its okay… I'll stay here… we can eat pie…" Frisk spoke out using their actual voice, horse from disuse.
"Mum this isn't funny."
"M-mum…"
Please no.
Please.
"Mum please don't leave me…"
'It hurts right now, but really this is just a dream. All you need is to go to sleep, and all of those will disappear.'
"That makes sense… it's a dream… of course it is… this would only happen in a nightmare… I'm so stupid … Everything finally makes sense." Frisk said with a smile.
Watching Frisk be tricked like that from such a monster was painful, but the emotions in the moment of denial were even more so. Screen-Frisk just could not believe that they could have done something like that.
No one could really blame the child.
Undyne wanted to punch that little worms face in.
Sans wanted to kill the little demon again and again. He had never actually known what Frisk went through, and he knew Frisk didn't remember like him, so he'd thought there was no harm really… He was proven wrong. Sans was glad that Frisk could not remember, because the effect on them would have been far too great.
Dam R. Damn him.
They got up, walking to the house, practically running.
"Just sleep, I'll just sleep, it's a dream… I'll sleep and then it will be over… Mum will be there… We'll have snail pie." Frisk said, sitting on the bed, tears running from their eyes still, said eyes were starting to change colour, becoming red.
'That's right Frisk, just sleep, it'll be okay… Mum is just on the other side of that dream…' The voice spoke.
Frisk nodded, they knew that already.
They lay down, closed their eyes, and went to sleep in their warm bed. It was warm anyway, now it just felt cold. Everything felt cold, why did they feel cold? It was probably because mum left the magic cooler on again, sometimes she did that. After all, mum had fur, so she didn't notice it like Frisk did. That was why, of course that was why.
Geez, I need to stop being so stupid today, Frisk thought with a smile, before going to sleep.
They did not wake up, as when Frisk's eyes popped open a minute later, they were completely red. A sickening smile raced across Chara's face, as they looked around, giggling. It had been too easy… Way too easy to get what they wanted. Chara had thought it would take them at least until Snowdin, but hey, they were not about to turn down the give me's.
Frisk, who had finally calmed enough to watch again, started crying the moment they saw their bodies eyes turn red. They knew what that meant, deep in their soul. They could not remember, but they knew, and it was not going to be pretty.
A prediction that was spot on.
Still giggling, Chara made her way to the knife drawn, pulling out a big one.
"Time to take care of some annoyances. I always hated Froggits; they can be the first to go." Chara said as she exited the house and went into the ruins, her voice almost sing song level in happiness.
Taking care of annoyances was messy business.
The air filled with dust.
Chara's LOVE was quickly increasing, and with it, her happiness.
"Stab a froggit in the heart, do dah, do dah, kill the froggit's all day long, kill kill kill all day, kill kill all day, kill kill kill all night, come on join up in this song, kill the froggits day!~" Chara sang as she murdered her way through the ruins.
Dust surrounded her. The whole thing had only taken a few hours.
"Huh… Seems there is no one else to play with… How sad. Oh well, I'm sure there will be more fun playmates in Snowdin!" Chara said, skipping away back to the exit of the ruins.
"That's just sick… I WANT TO KILL THAT LITTLE FUCKER!" Undyne screamed, but did not know how to direct it. The singing had been the final straw, WHO DOES THAT? Apparently, little demons named Chara.
"Oh my child… How far you have fallen." Asgore wept openly – Causing Undyne to calm herself down, she could not bring herself to cause them more stress than they were obviously already under.
Sans had always knew that the demon was sick, but the look of disgust on his face as the demon sang was no joke. That was just wrong… There were no words for it.
"I …. I don't understand brother." Papyrus said, watching the screen with a horrible mix of confusion and horrour, "W-why is Frisk killing people? The human is too nice… I don't understand…"
Sans heart broke, but he sucked it up as he always did, "You see Pap, sometimes people are a little bit sick in the mind, they need help. This is one of those people. They are just sick Pappy; once they get help, it will be all better. They cannot help their actions. In addition, it is not Frisk any more Paps, it is the 'Thought Whisperer' who took over Frisk's body. They have it completely now."
Papyrus looked more understanding now, sad, but understanding.
"Damn you Gaster, damn you." Sans muttered under his breath, "My brother does not need to see this, just… Damn you."
"I'm… Sorry… I'm… so… weak." Frisk gasped out between sobs.
"No my child, you are not weak." Toriel said firmly, tears still running from her own eyes, "We all know that it isn't your fault."
"B-but I killed mum… I was too weak to… resist them…" Frisk sobbed out, trying to calm themselves down, but failing at every turn.
"we know it wasn't you kiddo, you're strong for even coming that close to resisting them."\
"HUMAN! I GREATELY ADMIRE YOUR STRENGTH IN THE FACE OF YOUR ENEMIES! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HATE TO ADMIT THAT, IT MAY BE SLIGHTLY POSSIBLE THAT, I COULDN'T HAVE FACED SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON MY OWN."
"You nerd, we all know you aren't capable of something like that."
"W-we know y-you are a g-good person Frisk. Y-you've done s-so much for us."
"Darling, don't be so down! Dry those tears! ~"
The reassurances filled Frisk, and everyone else, wit N. None of them would allow an alternate version of themselves effect their relationship in this moment. After all, it wasn't like anyone thus far had any memories of actually living this life – At least, that's what the majority thought. Sans on the other hand… He had to live with the effects of this everyday. Somehow though, he found himself the slightest bi for the first time in a very long time. He had a great family, didn't he.
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