Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 9: Scars

Scars have the strange power 

to remind us that 

our past is real.

♡Cormac McCarthy

☼Frisk

Undyne's house smelled like smoke, and most of the kitchen was destroyed by the fire, but it was still standing. The table is burned and broken in half, unusable. G and I set up alongside the wall, next to the piano.He leans against the wall, eating a can of ravioli while I sit cross legged, sipping chicken soup straight from the can.

The food, and being clean, makes me feel good. My hair all dried out now. I'm more relaxed now then since we've been in the underground.

But G's been unnaturally quiet since I took a bath. I tried to joke around with him, but he didn't really take it. Something's wrong, I just don't know what.

I was in the middle of washing my arms when he started gasping. I had turned around, and saw him leaning over and clutching his skull. It was only for a few seconds, then, he was sitting up, trying to act nonchalant about what just happen.

I hurried to finish up washing myself, trying to get done so I could help G. When I finally got dried and my clothes back on, I asked what happened. He shrugged, saying he was just got confused for a moment, but wouldn't say anything besides that. I kept pressing him, but he stayed quiet.

It started right after saying 'do you want to have a bad time'. Those words made my flesh crawl, but I knew it was just G joking around. Could that have set him off?

Finishing off the can of soup (I'm still hungry, but we have to manage our supplies carefully), I place it on the ground, and feel G's gold irises boring into my face. I shift, so I'm facing G, and lean against the piano leg.

"Hey, G, you know you can talk to me, right? I'm always here to listen, if you need someone..." I say quietly, watching him carefully. I understand if he doesn't want to talk about... whatever is going on, but I'm here.

G holds my gaze for a moment, before setting his can of ravioli on the ground and sliding it to me.

"Finish it off, doll. It can't be easy staying as pretty as you are." He gives me a smile, but I can tell it's halfhearted.

"G, you need to eat too." I slide it back towards him.

He shakes his skull, saying, "Monsters don't need as much energy as humans. Just eat it, Frisk." He slides it back towards me. I pick it up, eyeing the food as if makes my mouth water.

I grip it tighter, my Determination lighting up within me. "Only if you tell me what's going on with you."

His jaw is stiff as he considers me, then finally gives in with a sharp, "Fine."

I wait patiently for him. His hands balling up into tight fists. Through the holes in his palms I can see the tense bony digits. He scowls now, getting angry.

"I have memories," He nearly spits out. "From them. They're mine, but as the same time, they're not. The memories overwhelmed me for a moment. Seeing what Sans saw, thinking what Gaster was thinking. Those memories aren't truly mine, and they never will be." Angry air leaves his mouth in a huff, but he pulls in a sharp breath.

"You can't possible understand, knowing that my life is not my own..." He trails off, gritting his teeth tightly. He shifts, his entire body bunched up coils waiting to rip apart.