Multiversal Star - Masculine Reader

Loser, Liar!

Chapter Seventeen 

M/n had a slight limp when he walked. He brushed Frisk off everytime they had asked if he was okay. He was fine. He didn't want them to worry. He'd be fine. 

The two humans came to a halt at a small patch of green grass. A yellow flower sprouted, donning an eerie smile. 

"Well, lookie here!" It said. "I guess it worked~" 

Frisk's gaze hardened. They seemed irritated. 

"Who are you?" M/n asked. 

The flower's smile faltered. "Oh! Silly me, you don't know who I am! I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!" 

The flower started talking again, but everything seemed like a blur. When M/n snapped out of it, he saw a ring of white bullets surrounding his SOUL. 

"DIE." 

Bracing for the impact, waiting for the bullets to his his SOUL, M/n shut his eyes tight. 

But nothing came. 

"What a terrible creature, torturing innocent youth..." 

..... 

* You feel dizzy. 

* You blacked out!

M/n felt drowsy. He struggled to open his eyes. His head was pounding. He felt sick. There was a cold gust of wind. When his vision cleared, he was standing before Toriel. She looked disappointed.  

"Please, take Frisk and return to your room. Be a good boy." 

M/n didn't budge. Sighing, Toriel looked away. The battle menu appeared. M/n was slow to react. Fire hit his SOUL, burning into it. He yelped, falling to his knees. He felt weak, he hated feeling weak. 

Trying to get to his feet, he got hit with fire once more. 

His SOUL shattered. Everything was black. He couldn't feel anything.

* Uh-oh... M/n...! Don't be a loser! 

* You're stronger than this, and you know it!

* C'mon... get up! You can't die, at least not yet! 

* Stay BRAVE! 

M/n blinked. His SOUL was glowing orange. BRAVERY surged through his body. His weak gaze hardened, his hands balling into fists. 

He didn't want to hurt Toriel, but he wasn't going to let her stop him from whatever was behind those doors. 

..... 

"Pathetic, am I not?" Toriel asked, walking away from M/n and Frisk. "I cannot even save your lives.... be good, children."

M/n watched as Toriel left completely. The woman looked like she needed a hug, but he didn't move. Maybe it was best not to go after her. 

"Are you alright?"

"M'fine, Frisk. C'mon!" 

M/n grabbed his little siblings hand, pulling them through the doors Toriel had previously been guarding. Frisk stared up at him, worry bubbling in their chest. Something had to be wrong. 

The sudden cold air made goosebumps trail up M/n and Frisk's bodies. M/n felt a sharp pain in his chest. He felt dizzy again. Acid bubbled in the back of his throat. He coughed, lurching over and vomiting into the snow. His vision blurred again, pain shooting throughout his body. Hot tears stung at the corners of his eyes. 

* Loser. 

"Kid, I TOLD ya not ta do it. Look at what ya did to him." An angry, yet laid-back voice brought M/n out of his trance. 

He kept his eyes closed. He kept listening. 

"I know you just wanted your brother back, but don't you see he's hurt? It's a different version of him, almost. RESETS are nothing to play around with. YOU of all people should know that by now, Frisk. I'm disappointed." 

"I don't care. You lied. Ya friggin' promised. And you still lied. Yer still a liar." 

M/n groaned. He tried sitting up, his head was spinning. He reluctantly opened his eyes, noticing a skeleton monster talking with Frisk. The skeleton looked worried. 

"Hey, no, you gotta lay back down, M/n." The skeleton lightly scolded, grabbing M/n by the shoulders and making him lay back down. 

"Who are you?" 

"Sans. Nice ta meet ya." 

Frisk shimmies closer and throws their arms around M/n's neck, hugging him tightly. M/n smiled pathetically and hugged them back, rubbing soothing circles against their sweater. 

"I'm okay, Frisk." 

M/n looked at Sans, who was staring at him. Sans had a somber look on his skull, a soft blue glow on his cheekbones. 

"I'm glad yer alright, kid. But ya gotta rest up." Sans said, scooting closer to place a blanket over M/n. "I'll make you some soup. Chicken noodle okay?" 

"That's my favorite!" M/n beamed.  

Sans chuckled, walking away to the kitchen, "good ta know." 

Once Sans was out of sight, Frisk pulled away. "are you sure you're okay? I know that was the first time you've died." 

"Mmm... yeah... I'm a little freaked out about that... but I'm okay. I lived, didn't I?" 

Frisk frowned. "You were brought BACK to life. You literally DIED. I know it can put a strain on your SOUL the first time. Sans was right, you need rest." 

M/n rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, whatever."

M/n leaned back against the couch he was on. His chest still hurt. He brought a hand up to it and rubbed it, groaning. 

"can I see your SOUL?"  Frisk signed. 

M/n shrugged. Frisk shook their head and brought their hands up to his chest, carefully willing M/n's SOUL out. It was orange still. There was a little glow of f/c in the center. It's beat was loud, and M/n could only stare at the sight. He'd never seen his SOUL outside of a battle. 

"My soul is gorgeous."  

Sans came back, a bowl of chicken noodle soup in his hands. He laughed at M/n's comment, his skull glowing the same orange of his SOUL, the color fading as Frisk pushed it back into M/n's body. 

"Big ego, eh?" He teased, handing the bowl of soup over. "Just kidding. Careful, it's hot." 

"Hotter than you?" M/n teased the skeleton back, shooting a smirk towards him. 

Frisk gagged and shoved M/n's shoulder. "That's disgusting!" 

Sans looked away, his eyesockets going dark.