What happened? Is he okay?
Wish I knew. First he was chewing on his lunch, he was perfectly fine… Then he just spazzed out and fell down…
Frisk… You are having a bad dream… Please, wake up…
The presence of the owners of the voices began to fill the void in which Frisk was stuck in. Those soothing sounds of family and friends. They were immaterial, without physical form, yet Frisk could still fell their presence, like lamps lighting the way forward; like directions learnt by heart. Frisk could feel them, as he imagined them as an outstreched hand, waiting to take him home, to take him away…
But he was unable to. Frisk couldn't feel his arms or his legs. They were hanging limply, moved only by the breeze. It felt like his Soul had been torn out of his body, and he was slowly moving up the road which connected the world in which he lived his previous life, and the world in which the nexy life was waiting for the young boy.
That bruise is looking rather bad again. Alphys, could you go downstairs and see if there is any more disinfectant?
Will do. G-give me a second.
As one of the owners of the voices left, the hand appeard to fade out and become a little more transparant. Frisk tried his best to try and reach out and grab it, but he was still unable to.
Wowie. That's one big bruise. Can I touch it?
Papyus, NO!
Frisk felt a sharp pain in his legs. His mouth opened wide to cry out, but no voice came. Not even a whimper. But he could still feel the agony.
Can't she go any faster?
I think you're pushing her a little over her limits, Undyne…
That's how you get better, isn't it? You break your limits!
That is not exactly the case here, I am afraid…
Then how does it work?!
The voices began to bicker over one another. As they quaralled, Frisk felt the hand's presence grow darker, darker, yet darker. He felt a tether snap, and felt his spirit drift a little further into the pitch-black void.
I-I'm back!
About time! C'mon, give it to him!
A few seconds passed, then Frisk was able to begin feeling his left leg again. At first, it stung somewhat, but soon began to feel refreshing, like having it plunged into a cool pool of water.
Frisk? Can you hear us?
The hand started to rematerialise in front of Frisk. He was now able to move his arms freely. Not wanting to stay any longer in this dark void, Frisk reached out to the hand and grabbed it, holding on as much as possible…
Frisk woke with a start in his bed, feeling groggy and achy. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. He was in his room, tucked underneath his bedsheets, the nearby breeze coming from the open windowsill, cool and refreshing. It was nighttime.
Frisk began to try to move, but every time he did, a sharp pain flared up in one of his legs. Wondering why, Frisk looked underneath his bedsheet to see that his left leg was covered up in bandages. Why was that? Did he receive a cut or something of that nature?
Then he remembered. He jumped at remembering, but hit his head on the shelf above him.
Ow…
He rubbed where he had banged his head for a few seconds, then noticed a piece of paper with writing folded in half on the bedside table. Frisk reached over and took it, opening it up and immediately recognizing Toriel's handwriting:
Frisk,
You will surely be awake be the time that you read this. In case you can not remember what happened, you seem to have just passed out during your time with your friends. We still do not know the cause of your misfortune, but Sans noticed that your leg was bleeding rather badly, so he immediately called me and Alphys to come. Be the time we managed to get you back here, you were in quite a state. It is a good thing Dr. Alphys is quite a talented girl with medicine.
Considering the state you are in right now, I think it is best that you stay off of school for the next few days. I will contact the school and let them know of your situation. In the meantime, Sans and Papyrus have gladly volunteered to look after you during my absence.
Get well soon, my child, and never fear.
Toriel
Frisk put the note back down.
A few days off, huh… Not that I hate school in any way, but this is rather nice. I just hope I won't be stuck in bed all day though…
Trying his best to take his mind off of the stinging in his leg, Frisk reached over to the windowsill and shut it, but not before taking a few moments to have another view of the town that laid out in all directions before him. But the town wasn't what was interesting him right now. Instead, the boy turned towards the silhouette of Mount Ebott.
It was you in my dream… There's no way you're like this again. I just know it! I refuse to believe it! You have to stay Determined… You have to be…
Frisk shut the window and turned his head around. But what he saw next made him jump.
Someone was standing there!
The figure was about the same size as Frisk, the same proportions, but wore a green sweater opposed to Frisk's purple one (Which was washed and neatly hanging on a nearby chair). Something about it just says 'Evil megolovaniac' in every way.
''Greetings again.''
Frisk suddenly began to feel rooted to the spot again, unable to move. He tried to hise under the bedsheets, but that didn't change anything. The silhouette moved closer. Frisk asked what it was.
''I am the demon that comes when one calls my name. But nobody called my name this time. I came because I have some unfinished buisness with you.''
What… Who… No, not YOU!
''It's been a while, hasn't it?''
The silhoutte took another step forward, the nearby lamp lighting up its – or rather, her face.
''That's right.''
''I am Chara.''
(Author's note: Betcha weren't expecting that now, were ya?
Also, apologies for going AWOL again this past fortnight. School's been rekking me, I've been focusing on my homework, yadda yadda yadda.. BUT, I have one very good excuse to add to the pile of excuses: Me and my friends RaverMonki and Hoobanana have been working on setting up the first official Undertale fanforum, and good news! It's now open and ready! If you get the chance, feel free to come on over! The link is below!)
wwwdotundertaleforumsdotcom