Gift
requested by cybermage99
Toriel peeked through the bedroom door once more at her precious child. Seeing that Frisk and the pie was safe, she blew one more kiss before closing the door gently.
Frisk, hearing the door close sat up immediately, it was hard to sleep without a soul...He could feel the wet tears slide off his face but he could not feel why. He chose to reset for this reason. To be happy. So why wasn't he? More tears without feeling.
"I hope your enjoying your soul, Chara." Bitter words without tasting them. Anger without passion.
As if magic, the demon appeared, sitting on the edge of the window. Face melting silently. Without words, Chara placed a hand on Frisk's forehead.
"You deserve this more than I..."
And he felt the world suddenly bursting with life.
A/N: Sorry for oocness