A Wicked Smile

Small Issues [P2]

[H/c] - Hair color.

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It was just two days since I left the Underground because of that accident.

I couldn't think about anything else than that. I felt myself terrible..

And I wanted to change that.

I left her out there alone, yelled at her because of the things I saw in the visions which probably weren't even real!

She didn't deserve it.. She was trying to be nice, she was trying to change!

And I ruined it. I made Chara close inside her mind again and only confirm her opinion on the humans.

Though we shared it on one part, I didn't want her to.

For some reason, I just wanted to see her smile.

I ignored all the calls from my Uncle and Frisk which probably made them concerned, as yesterday he arrived immediately alongside with Frisk, Sans and Papyrus. They stormed my bedroom as if they thought I got kidnapped, but I can bet you never felt the confusion they experienced that moment.

My Uncle was the first one to realize what was going on with me.

"Just one of those days.." He said, asking everyone to leave.

But Frisk remained.

"You're looking so hurt and terrified.." She said softly, taking a look at my face.

"Talking this out wouldn't help, am I right?"

I nodded in agreement. I felt myself trash.

"I see.." She said, taking something out of her pocket and then putting it down into my hands.

"Even If I couldn't help you, just.. Stay determined, [Y/n]. I'm sure you'll deal with whatever you're facing right now with ease." I felt some sort of relief when she hugged me lightly.. After a few minutes she left the room.

Since then no one ever bothered me, and I still couldn't stop thinking of it.

I have to return.

7 hours later

When It was around 10 pm, and everyone was sleeping.. Well, by that I mean Frisk and the others. My Uncle left as usual, but he didn't leave a note.

He understood me perfectly. He didn't want to talk with me, and he knew I wanted to sort it all out alone.

I thank him for it.

I yet again gathered up my stuff and headed out into the night.

I silently went through the streets, rarely seeing cars and monsters wandering around. Even If it was almost midnight, the town still reminded of a hive.

When I got struck upon a sign:
Mt. Ebott - 800 meters
I turned up to dusty trail and eyed the mountain in front of me that was growing up.

I still felt myself terrible, but when I was alone and on a trip or either just outside, with the nature, it somewhat relaxed me.

It didn't take long to reach the mountain and neither it took much time to sort out the way I should be climbing up.

Should I really.?

My god, I'm not even sure if she's not going to kill me because of that. But I just didn't bother to let my fear start acting, instead begun humming some tune I remembered from my childhood.

Before the accident.

I just have to say "I'm sorry" and try not to get killed.

What's hard in that?