Chapter Seven: A Bewildering Experience...
"Come on, Kitten! It was just a joke!" Sans said as he knocked more on the door.
Frisk kept the door tightly locked.
"On days like these, weirdos like you… SHOULD BE FREEZING OUTSIDE!" Frisk shouted through the door.
Frisk felt her cheeks, which were still incredibly red, get even redder.
Sans started pounding on the door.
"Let me in, Kitten! It ain't funny anymore!" he yelled.
Frisk held her place against the door.
She heard Sans sigh, exasperated.
Frisk felt a gust of air, and saw that Sans was now in front of her, grinning.
"You cheeky bastard…" she murmured.
"I've heard worse. Now then… We'd better get to training," Sans ordered.
"Training?"
"Fighting n' stuff."
"I'd rather die than do anything with you…"
"So be it."
Sans lifted Frisk into the air.
"Sans! God dammit, put the human down!" Papyrus yelled from upstairs.
"It's fine, boss, they'll walk it off," Sans shouted back up, slinging Frisk into a wall.
A brief look of remembrance flashed across Frisk's eyes as a cold feeling filled her stomach.
A wisp of a memory flew across her mind, barely even there.
"W- a-e -ou - -i-e!?" some garbled voice screamed.
Frisk felt her knees buckle, as she fell to the ground.
Sans, seeing no issue with this, began firing up his gasterblasters.
Frisk froze completely, a look of utter horror on her face.
This was all so familiar, yet so unrecognizable all at once.
"Sans, you're going to make the human piss themselves, stop it now!" Papyrus screamed.
Frisk saw her soul appear, almost quivering, in front of her.
Four options stood under a familiar box.
Fight. Act. Items. Mercy.
Time seemed to almost come to a full stop around her.
She held out her hand, shaking, and hit 'Act'.
'Talk'
'Apologize'
'Cry'
A memory flashed through Frisk's mind. Then another. It was almost as if a dam was collapsing.
Without a second thought, she closed 'Act'.
The box now read something…
"Keep attacking… He can't dodge forever…"
Frisk felt absolute and utter confusion, accompanying that was an immense feeling of guilt.
She peered around herself, and still found herself in that same livingroom.
Papyrus was leaning out of the door, his hand frozen into a fist. Sans was just… smiling.
His sharp teeth looked as if they were getting ready to tear into Frisk.
Frisk stood up, trying to steel herself once more.
"It's not real…" she murmured, "It can't be."
She once more examined the prompt that stood before her.
Frisk could almost feel the dust caked onto her hands.
She pondered, but only for a moment, what would happen if she ran from it.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a sudden, jarring feeling.
A bone had pierced through her abdomen, leaving her pinned to the wall.
Blood seeped out of her wound, staining her shirt.
A cold quickly spread through her body.
Just barely, she could hear shouts, and yells.
They were heavily muffled.
The prompt, she could clearly see, was still in front of her.
The bone had shattered 'Mercy'.
Frisk feebly moved her hand to the bone.
It was heavy, keeping her mounted to the wall.
Sans had a blank expression, no grin, but no frown.
Papyrus ran down the stairs, and began shaking Sans, clearly screaming at him.
Sans kept his gaze trained on Frisk, with an almost pleadingly confused expression.
His gaze almost seemed to ask, "Why didn't you move? Why didn't you fight back?"
The answer was simple, but oh so complicated.
She couldn't.
But she could.
But she didn't.
But she did.
Frisk's hands fell limply to her sides as the heart… no, her very soul, before her shattered.