Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 10: Sunny

Angry is just 

sad's bodyguard.

    ♡Liza Palmer   

☽G

The moment she closes her eyes, she seems to drift away. Her breathing slow, and peacefully. Her chest rising up and down softly. Her hair resting alongside her cheeks.

The scars on her back flash through my mind again. I wince, looking up at the ceiling.

I'm just fragments of what was.

No, you're not. And you never have been.

Did she really mean that? Or was she just trying to comfort me? Her head leaning against my shoulder felt too warm, too real. I wanted to hold her, to touch her face.

When she started telling me about her scars, I had to reach out and touch her hair. To comfort her in such a small way. She didn't push me away, I only took that as a good sign. She is so strong, to have survived parents like that. The thought of it now only makes me angry.

Frisk is okay. Frisk is here. That's all that matters.

I glance at her sleeping form again.

Is that all that really matters? Now, this feeling inside my soul that wants to curl up next to her? To brush the bangs out of her eyes? Does that matter?

Does it matter that I'm hopelessly in love with her?

No, don't do that. I'll only cause a big mess. Frisk loves Sans. I'm not Sans. As much as I would love to tear myself apart just to bring him back to her, it just can't happen.

I'm just fragments of what was.

Does she truly realize that Sans is gone?

No, you're not. And you never have been.

Does she see me as anything more than a piece of someone she loves?

It doesn't matter. I can't expect her to share those feelings for me. Not when I'm a walking reminder that her boyfriend is dead.

How much can one hate themselves? I think I've found the limit. The ultimate torture. Wanting her, but being the reminder of what she lost. Hurting her, just by being near her.

What a sick joke. I'm a sick joke.

My anger is always kindled against them. Sans especially. I didn't want to be here. I didn't ask to be made. The anger is useless, no one to direct it at, except Chara. He hasn't made an appearance since he took out Sans. I can't touch him though, not when he's using Frisk's body.

I'm too tired to be this angry.

I close my eye sockets. Hoping I can drift away for a while. Just let me be gone if only temporarily.

Then, there's a rustle of cloth. I open my eyes and turn my head, finding Frisk sitting up. Red irises cutting through the dark light.

A grin falls on her face, but the voice is not her own. "Howdy, G."

Chara.

We move at the same time, he scrambles backwards, while I reach for his arm. He ducks under the piano and I barely miss him. Swearing under my breath, I get to my feet and find him racing for the door.

My magic heats up my hand as I grab Frisk's soul. The red heart covered in a dark hue but quickly engulfed in gold as I throw them to the center of the room. Pinning him down, I walk towards him.