Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 7: His Coat

Every danger loses 

some of its terror 

once its causes are understood. 

    ♡Konrad Lorenz   

☼Frisk

I clutched at the coat tighter, my Determination letting me cuddle more into the warmth. I sigh, breathing in the smell of mint and leather. The same smell as G. His coat is so warm...

G.

My eyes flash open and I sit up. Drape over my body is G's black coat. I touch the white fur on the hood for a moment, then turn around to face the couch.

G's gone.

I bolt upright, clutching the black coat in my hands so tightly my knuckles turn white.

"G!" I shout, looking upstairs. Neither doors have been touched. I scramble to the kitchen, and find it empty too.

"G!" I shout again. Panic seizing my soul. I race to the door.

Why is he gone? Where could he be? Why did he leave his coat for me? I know he wouldn't ditch me on purpose... We're friends at the least... right? I know he's not just a piece of Sans. I know he's his own person. The problem is, he doesn't know that I know that.

A thought makes me stop with my hand on the door handle.

He better not have done anything foolish. He hast to be okay.

His face comes into mind. The gold irises branded into my brain. A strong terror takes over my body at the thought of him getting hurt, or him doing something stupid because of what I said last night.

I turn back around, quickly pulling on the warm black coat. It still smells like him. I try to control my breathing, grabbing the orange backpack and swinging it onto my shoulders. I charge back to the door, and swing it open. Then, I stop still.

"Frisk?" G stands in the doorway. His left hand stretched out, ready to open the door before I beat him to it. His gold irises go over me quickly, then back to my face. "What's wrong? Why were you yelling?"

I take in his face. His eye sockets watch me carefully, unsure of what's happening.

"You were gone... when I woke up." I breathe out. I drop the backpack from my shoulders.

"Oh," He relaxes at this. "Doll face, I was just getting some more supplies. See?" He gestures with his free hand to his arm holding cans of food and several water bottles against his rib cage. He's only in his light gray sweater. He keeps a calm expression, still staring at me.

"Hang on," he tells me. Slipping past me to get inside, he gets to the table. Dumping his findings on the table, I go to his side and look over over it. Four cans of beef stew, a package of slightly crushed fruit snacks with four water bottles completely full. A large bar of soap with a wash cloth and towel.

"Oh, yeah. That's good. You found a lot of... good things, G." I manage to get out of my mouth. I slip the backpack off my shoulders and place it on a chair before unzipping it. I grab a can of beef stew and place it in the backpack. I'm stopped by chilled boney fingers gently grabbing my wrist. I look up at him, now taking notice that my hand shakes slightly. Or maybe it's my whole body...