Too Little, Too Late

I'm so proud

3rd POV:

The masked man kept his head low and walked to the door he had marked earlier. Using what tools he had, he picked the door with the lock pic he had and unscrewed it, making it loose so he could get into it easier the next time he stopped by. Quickly making it look as though nothing happened, he grabbed his tools and made his way down the stairs. Bumping shoulders with a brown-haired girl, the man just kept walking.

Frisks Pov:

Stomping into the apartment, I huffed and silently raged to myself. Today was the worst, no customers, my shoe broke, a rude man shouldered into me, and my doorknob is loose. Throwing my purse onto my countertop, I took off my shoes and climbed into my bed before groaning at my sore feet. Having no energy, I rolled off the bed and flopped to the door, and crawled to my bathroom. Reaching the door I searched for my Band-aids to put on my feet. Feeling the pain spread whenever I touched it made me cringe every time.

“Why do I even keep this job? I should just go homeless. No job, no pain.” I grumbled. Finally putting the band-aids on my feet, I climbed to my bed and just watched my phone until it got dark. When I realized that it was dark out, I looked out expectantly for Nightmare only to be disappointed when I didn’t see or sense him. Wait, disappointed? Shaking my head, I cleared the thoughts from my head and went back to my phone.
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A couple of hours passed when I heard it. I didn’t think I should be worried until I realized what it was. But by then, I had done too little, too late.

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I got up to check out what the noise at my door was but quickly stopped myself when I saw my doorknob jiggling. I tensed up with fear. My self-dense stuff was in my purse! Looking around I quickly hid under the bed and tried to make myself look as small as I could. I needed to call 911. Trying not to move, I looked for my phone before realizing I left it while getting up to look at the sound. Finally understanding what I had done, what was going to happen, and what the situation was. I broke. Shaking and crying as quietly as I could, I could only hope as I hid under the bed. Hearing the intruder rummage through my living room was horrifying, but hearing him outside my bedroom door was terrifying.

Please. Please don’t come in here. Just leave! PLEASE!

But my wishes fell on deaf ears as the intruder opened my door. I realized the only way I was getting out, was by fighting him and making an opportunity for myself. So that's what I did. I grabbed the heel by my head and waited. He stepped closer to my bed, rummaging through my drawer. So I waited until he was standing right before it before I jammed my heel into his leg and ran as fast as I could out of my bedroom. But he caught my heel. And I tripped. Looking back I could feel my regrets suffocating me.

He had
A
Knife.

Kicking him in the face I scrambled to my knees and made it as far as the beginning of the living room before I was shoved to the ground. Turning around I barely blocked his hand that held the knife. But he slammed his other hand on my neck and started to choke me. No no no no no no! Please! NIGHTMARE! I barely felt it, but it was there. Nightmare somehow heard me and was coming to save me. I was going to be fine.

wrong.

Fire. The fire was spreading throughout my side. Why was it burning? I looked at the man only to see horror spreading on his face and felt his hand leave my throat. I registered footsteps racing out my front door before it came to me that I was alone. But why? Why was I alone now? Why was my side on fire? Why was I sitting in a pool of liquid? Wait…liquid? Pulling a hand to my face, I saw blood staining my fingertips. Blood. My blood. The knife. I was stabbed…I was stabbed and I was bleeding out. Resting my hand on my chest, I glanced around before setting my eyes on a familiar figure. Smiling I reached for the man I hadn’t realized I was falling for. In the blink of an eye, I was leaning against his chest, one hand of his holding me, the other failing to stop the bleeding.

“Nightmare…” My voice weakly called out.

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Nightmare’s Pov:

She was dying. She was dying and it was my fault. I come fast enough. Zoning out when I heard my name come from her lips. I felt her hand rest on mine. Slowly she pulled it away and rested it on her other hand.

“No Frisk, you have to let me save you!” I begged, my voice cracking in despair. She only shook her head and smiled. Feeling my tears, she reached up and brushed them away. This woman, who somehow captured my heart, challenged me every time I saw her, who was dying. Was comforting me.

“I’m sorry Nightmare…Im…going…to leave you…behind…” She whispered. No no no no no.

“Please, please don’t leave me alone” I cried. Her breathing was starting to get slower and I knew that my wish was never going to be true.

“I’m so proud. I love you so much. Sans.” She said softly. Then she was gone. Crying and begging her to come back, I realized what she said.

“I love you too.”

A/n: Read the next chapter. It’ll make more sense