I have no excuses for the lateness of this chapter, but I'm determined to finish this story so I can go back to obsessing over FFXV for the rest of my life.
Apparently this chapter literally exploded when I put it up, it should be fixed now...
You saw the expression on his face. He was horrified… his eyes had turned to an abyssal black. He sighed with his shoulders lowering sluggishly.
"Why?" He asked, sounding like he was losing hope.
The chills you had once felt disappeared – at least he wasn't so pissed off any more, you thought to yourself. You wouldn't answer him, although you didn't feel like you needed to.
"Kiddo," he reminded you to answer, all the while his eyes never leaving your small form. He slammed his fists on the table and startled you by doing so, quivering as an aftershock. You kept looking at the ground, determined not to answer. Why should you answer him? He doesn't know you.
He gave up, not wanting to press for an answer any more. He could see the agony in your eyes as you remembered your reason for ending up here. The only question is why you're here. Why you're still alive. "I'm worried," he started, but you broke through his words and cut him off.
"No, you don't." Anger seethed out of your voice. "You don't care and neither do I. Nobody does, you only care about your guilty conscience of what will happen now that you're involved. Stay out of it."
You felt his grip weaken around you and took the opportunity to burst out of his hold. You made a quick dash to the door. He weakly spoke, "you don't remember… do you?" You listened to his soft-spoken words. All the rage in his voice had disappeared, you felt relieved, however a heavy feeling pressed itself against your heart like a weight.
This feeling wasn't the skeleton's doing. Your mouth cracked open a little, you wanted to ask what he meant by that. Remember what? What were you supposed to remember? You brushed it off and slowly pressed down on the handle, giving a quick glance at the monster around the table.
There's no way he knows you, right? Guilt seeped its way into your heart which was then banished out by an irking thought. This is your first time here, did he really pretend to know you… or even get mixed up with someone else? Besides, if he did, then why did he ask you for your name?
"All these questions and no answers. Who cares…" You silently mumbled to yourself as your foot entered the frozen town of Snowdin. God, it's so cold… Guess I'll just freeze to death, you half-joked to yourself.
The snow beneath you crackled and sparkled as you took a step almost like magic. You let your eyes fly for a moment as you followed a snowflake that landed perfectly on your nose. You shivered, folding your arms over each other as you tried to warm yourself up. Your breaths came out ragged and rough as you sped up, kicking the thick snow underneath you.
You fell, tripping over your feet as you cried silently into the snow. Why were you crying? You couldn't feel anything before, so why now? You could feel the fierce cold burning its way into your cheeks along with your silent tears.
Nobody was around.
Nothing was around.
You had long disappeared from the town and any civilisation.
You looked for something, anything, scraping away at the snow. Something to dull the pain – a distraction. Something to make you feel Human again. You nearly gave up until your hand brushed against something sharp and smooth and pulling out the object you brushed away the snow as though it were dust. Broken glass, albeit it only being a small shard, your heart sank a little bit further. You were on your knees, hunched over this sharp weapon and held it along your arm. Oh how pathetic you must have looked, you thought to yourself as you gave out a fake laugh.
You closed your dark, hazel eyes and pressed deep into what seemed to be scar tissue as you fell over onto the floor with the glass lodged far into the cut. Crimson started to slowly seep out as you pulled out the glass in a painstakingly slow manner and dragged it further down as you did so. Before long, the snow itself had turned into a pool of red.
Your eyes were starting to close, but you fought back the darkness at the corners of your eyes when you heard panicked footsteps grow louder and louder, thumping across the ground. Someone was getting closer.
"Frisk…" You heard a loud gasp as a figure frantically darted over to you, pulling you over onto your back. The shadowy figure held you in a warm embrace as you drifted off to sleep.
You mumbled incoherently, not even knowing what you were actually trying to say before the darkness claimed your vision and your veins ran icy cold.
Is this what it feels like… to finally die?