(Rewritten in a new book)

1 | No time to mourn

tw + cw: Use of profanity, mention of su!c!de & death.

[Rewritten]

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Finally waking up, you mumbled a string of curses when you realized you couldn't move. The supposed water had frozen around your body. The fogging was so bad it rendered your vision useless.

Struggling to get up, you thrashed around widely, the ice around you kept on cracking and freezing. Like a never ending cycle, you were meant to stay frozen. You let out a choked sob, your neck still burns.

You fell through the floor.

The fog that wrapped around your head dissipated by a fraction, you rapidly glanced around in a panic. The warm lights soothed your senses.

Finally calming down, you sighed. This caused the smoke like air around you to blow away.

Spotting a pine tree not too far from you, you reach out to the bark. The alleyway was dim, your breaths were labored.

The wood being rough against your knees and fingers, you were still so awfully numb. Your frame was constantly trembling.

Finally reaching one of the sturdy branches, you now have a wide range view of the landscape. The buildings were full of warm colors, contrast to the cold environment around itselves.

Your mind barely registers the noise of someone knocking on the base of the tree. Your eyes were sore.

*You ask if the stranger was okay.

Flinching in surprise of the sudden voice, you finally looked down. Confused on why a kid was referring to themself in second person.

"..Yeah, I'm good." You whispered out, your voice was raspy as fuck.

*You ask for their name.

"It's..." Your mind was speeding through your memories and suggestions to think of a name. "(Y/N). What about yours?.."

*You tell (Y/N) that is a nice name, you say that your name is Frisk.

You shivered once again.

"Hi...Frisk, yeah uhm." You took in their appearance, they had a blue and purple sweater, including brown shorts with boots and black leggings under the shorts.

They opened their mouth to say something, but you both were cut off by a deeper voice.

*Hey kiddo, where are you? Tibia honest, it's getting late out here!

The new stranger chuckled slightly at the badly placed pun, you only glanced at Frisk, they looked at your stoic blue mask.

"I won't be seeing you again."

You dropped from the branch, and fell through the snow into the very void you were dreading. Unbeknownst to you, the stranger had witnessed everything, Frisk was just simply confused at your statement.

The ice crawled up your ankles, you kicked at it. It shattered and molded back into the slippery mass. You slid over to the axe, cracking and chopping away at the ice, it eventually melted on its own. Strange.

Checking the weapon to make sure there was no major scratches on the blades, you set it down besides your hip.

It was still cold.

The fog was reforming, you paid no mind to it. Opting to think about what had happened before you fell asleep, or more like passed out.

Shuddering at the sudden flashbacks, your form kept on trembling. Your body temperature was like you got encased in ice and thrown to the bottom of the ocean.

You knew this void was no place for you to reside in, the conditions were unbearable. And as you are thinking, the water has frozen again.

Yeah, you should probably get out asap.

...But it was just so oddly comforting, and somehow nostalgic. It was like you belonged here.

You are dead after all, why not rest like the dead?

A part of your mind nagged at your sense of logic, you were here, perfectly fine. Breathing and thinking, you even saw other people, like that human child.

Your mood turned from a chilling calm to just pure sourness. The wanderers...

Your kind helped them, cared for them. Yet all they did was believe those partygoers that had killed countless of their own kind. And now you and the other partypoopers that tried to fight back were all dead.

You stayed silent, your feelings came to a pause. Nothing will be solved just by mourning, you had no time.

The now throbbing scar bothered you so bad, that you considered using the axe resting besides you to rip your throat out. To kill yourself again.

Gazing down at your body, your hoodie and pants were untouched, in fact, everything was relatively untouched except for the ice crawling up your form.

You huffed in slight annoyance, breaking the ice once again, you swiped the pristine axe and noclipped out of the empty void.

You landed in an alleyway once again, right in front of a robbing attempt. Oh for goodness sake, what are you supposed to do? Interfere? Yeah you should-

You blinked behind your mask as the robber shoved the muzzle of a pistol against your mask. You grumbled at the crazed eyes that met yours.

"STAY STILL, DON'T YOU DARE MOV-" You cut him off by kicking him in the spot where the sun doesn't shine.

The offender wheezed in pain, you brought the handle of the axe down on his head, possibly giving him a minor concussion and knocking him out.

The conscious human looked at you in suspicion. You fidgeted with your hands.

"Who the hell are you, and how the fuck did you appear outta nowhere?" You stayed silent, they only narrowed their eyes at the lack of a response.

"Okay, ignore me I guess, thanks for saving my ass big guy."

"...Don't call me that." You miraculously stopped trembling. The human flashed a look of surprise at your voice and grins.

You didn't like that.