A Look Through Your Eyes

Chapter 3

"Why won't you just give up? The amount of times we've done this..."

"I don't think you understand, Sans... I control the time line. How many times do you think we've fought? Because I can assure you that it's been many more times than you think."

"Guess that means I'm pretty good at my job, then."

"But how do you know I haven't killed you already? If I reset the world...a true reset... Then not even you would have anything but nightmares about it. So tell me, Sans... Have you been having nightmares?"

Frisk shot up in bed, her heart racing, but she kept her jaw clamped, her mouth shut. No need to alarm Toriel again. The protective goat might grow suspicious, and Frisk didn't want her in any danger. The girl brought her knees up to her chest and took deep breaths, her forehead pressed against her knees, eyes squeezed closed. Why do I keep having these nightmares? She wondered. Nightmares... Her own voice rang in her ears. A true...reset? Frisk took a shuddering breath, rubbing her face with her hands. How was she going to save Asriel if she never got enough sleep? The clock on the wall informed her that it was five o'clock in the morning. Not too early, but the sleep she had gotten was riddled with nightmares, and they left her more exhausted than she had been before she went to bed. Frisk yawned and got to her feet, leaving the room and quietly walking to the bathroom. She quickly undressed and got into the shower. Frisk faced the falling water, her eyes closed. She wanted to be quick, so that the sound of the shower wouldn't wake up her mother, but as the warm water ran across her face, she let out a breath, relaxing for the first time in a while. She pretended that the water was running over her mind, clearing out the nightmare and washing away the fear. A smile made its way onto her face. By the time she got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed, she was feeling much better. She brushed her hair, looking in the mirror. She hummed a tune she vaguely remembered from her time in the underground, the tune that music box played after she gave it an umbrella. That seemed like so long ago. When Frisk was done brushing her hair, she smiled at herself in the mirror. It's still you... She told herself. Suddenly, the image altered slightly and the eyes of the girl in the mirror flashed red, a grin spreading across her face. It's me, Chara. Frisk dropped the brush with a small yelp, stumbling backwards. Her legs hit the edge of the toilet and she was sent sprawling backwards on the hard floor. Her breathing fast, Frisk scrambled back to her feet, ignoring the forming bruise on her back. She blinked a few times and looked in the mirror. Her face blinked back at her. Nothing. Frisk rubbed her face with her hands again, convinced that she was going insane. She needed to talk to someone about this, but... Wait. That name. Chara, are you there? It's me, your best friend...

"Asriel!" Frisk gasped aloud. She looked at the faint scratch marks on her arms, wariness growing within her, but... She wanted to know. She had to know... Frisk shook her head. Later. She'd go after lunch. Or maybe she'd drop by when she went for the souls... Whatever she did, she had promised to talk to Alphys today, and that was what she was going to do. Frisk decided to wait for her mother to wake up before taking off, just so she wouldn't begin to worry. Frisk sighed and went out into the living room. She grabbed her notebook and began doodling, passing the time, her mind wandering...

"Frisk, if you're in there..."

"She's gone, you idiot. It's worthless."

"Frisk, please! If there is anything of you left inside this demon, then you won't come back again!"

"Frisk isn't here, Sans! She finally fell apart when we killed your brother for the fifth time. I'm all that's left. Oh? Does that make you mad?"

"Chara, I swear, when I'm through with you, there won't be anything left to reset..."

"Oh, how adorable! You're trying to threaten me? You know, Sans, I'm glad I went back to do this all again. It'll make it so much more enjoyable to erase the world knowing how hard you tried!"

Frisk blinked and looked down at the picture she had drawn. She smiled slightly, wishing that she could experience it in person. Frisk, her brother, and Chara. Maybe that's all anyone ever really needs... A hug? Frisk sighed and set her notebook aside. She liked to stay positive, but she wasn't delirious. This...murderer in her dreams... She might need more than a hug...

A/N: I'm really laying it on thick... Oh well! Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Frisk's pic is at the top (it's not my art)! I'll howl to you later!