Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 6: Tremble

Only I wasn't steering anything, 

not even myself.

♡Sylvia Plath

☽G

The darkness felt unnatural. Too endless. But there was an awareness that brought power with the disability.

There was the switching codes. Wait, not switching. They were being change by... something. A glitch occurred in the system. A rip in the correct flow of numbers.

Chara was attacking me, a few inches from hitting my sternum with his knife. I reacted, throwing him against the rocky mountain. Then, I saw the damaged I did to her.

The changing codes become vulnerable. A chance arose to do something. Because the anomaly cheated, I was able to cheat too. I was able to be freed from the void, but by the time I was able I was able to escape, he was already crumbling to dust.

Save him. Save me. Save her.

Frisk.

My eye sockets opened up to the unfamiliar room. The thought that I was expecting pure darkness, or nothing at all, makes me blink. My arms rest on my rib cage, my hood still up and hiding my skull.

I sit up off the couch, turning my head. Frisk lays on the mattress, her back to me as she's curled up in a ball.

The sight of seeing her allows me to blow magic air out of my rib cage. My bones relaxing. Then, I see her move slightly.

Is she already awake?

I glance already the house that feels unnaturally empty. I could have only slept for a few hours, and that's not enough for Frisk. She needs more rest. I focus back on her, and find she still moves slightly... Not moves, shakes?

Trembles.

I slid off the couch, staying quiet. I kneel on the floor, then lean over the mattress about to touch her arm. When I stop myself

She could be crying, and I'm sure I'm the last thing she wants to touch her. I'm not Sans, but I am the thing that took him away.

A burst of anger erupts in my soul at that thought. Sans is gone, and if she can't deal with that, it's unfortunate to be her. It's not like Sans would be here anyways. Chara got him, and now all she has is me.

Then I hear her breathing, quick, shaky inhales and exhales. She's still sleeping.

She's cold. Even with her striped blue and purple sweater, she's cold.

I take my hand away, and slip my black coat off me. As gently as I can, I drape it over her torso. When I take my hands away, she shifts slightly, burrowing into my coat more. She lets out a soft sigh, her body slowly relaxing.

I lean back, resting my spine against the couch and sit on the floor besides the mattress. I prop my left arm over my knee, my fingers twitching for something I can't find.

It surprises me that she didn't say anything sooner, or try to take the blankets from upstairs. She only has her sweater, and faded blue jeans with brown boots. And there's always that necklace that rests against her chest. The golden heart shaped locket.

I just want her to be safe. To be okay. My mind tells me that its simply because I'm chopped up pieces of her former lover, but it can't be just that. My soul stirs at the sight of her. Like I'm waking up for the first time, and she is the only clarity I need.

My skull looks away, towards the window. The snow white and cold.

She doesn't want me, not in anyway. I'm not a fool. She thinks Sans is somewhere inside of me, waiting to come out, but she doesn't understand that I am Sans. And I am not Sans. And somewhere in between.

But the one she's looking for is gone. He's been dead since Chara got him.

She sees still, fragments of what was. Not a whole person. She's right though... I am just pieces of two skeletons that tried too hard and failed in the end.

I suppose I'm destined to follow that path, but I don't care too much for being told what to do. And I won't let Chara come back. I won't let Frisk be hurt and used like that again.

I turn back, looking over her form. She breathes deeply and easily now. Her brown hair brushing against her neck. I push away the urge to run my fingers through her locks of hair.

She doesn't love me. I don't even know if I love her... but I just need to keep her safe. I need her to be okay.

And she wants Sans. That would make her happy. How am I supposed to bring him back when I didn't even know how I came to be? I already told Frisk that Sans is as good as dead. There's no way to bring back a monster that's turned to dust. She's stuck with me, she hates me for simply existing while her boyfriend is gone.

That stirs the anger in my soul again. Isn't better that I'm here then no one being here for her at all? Can't she see that I'm trying every second to think of a solution to bring Sans back to her?

I stand up, needing to get away from here. From her. My fingers itching for something I can't quite figure out yet. We need more supplies anyways. She'll be asleep for a few more hours.

I step out of the house quietly. Taking one last image of the girl who infuriates and helps me breathe into the snow.