Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 11: Aches

Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; 

of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. 

The way it stops and starts.

    ♡Edgar Allen Poe   

☼Frisk

My back gives off a quiet ache, right in the center. My ribs also rings with a distance heart beat that throbs with pain. A deep pull grabbing at my center.

I try to shift, get the heavy weight off my chest, but I can't. Not entirely. I struggle for a moment, panic flooding my mind. Then, I hear him through my sleepy mind.

"I wouldn't struggle, sunny, it only makes you tired." He breathes out, sharp and cold.

My eyes flutter open, and I find his face. He's sitting on the ground, a few feet away from me. A cigarette in hand with his hood dawned. I only now notice the gold aura surrounding my visible soul.

"G?" I murmur, still trying to move. A thick haze still hanging in my head.

He stops, the cigarette an inch from his mandible. He pulls it back and looks down at me. Narrowing his eye sockets for a second, going over me before finally resting his gaze on my eyes.

"Frisk?"

"Yeah?"

He's still for another moment. Then, the gold aura leaves, my soul disappearing from view. I immediately shift, and sit upright. G still keeps his gold irises on me, unblinking.

"G, what's going on? Why were you holding me down?" My words soft and slurred, still trying to wake up.

He finally sighs, moving from his still position. He moves towards me, his knee bumping into mine as he settles down once again. He takes one more drag on his cigarette before putting it out.

"Chara made an appearance last night." He tells me.

I pull in a sharp breath, waking up at that. My eyes frantically go over his body, as if to find any spots of dust. Reflectively, I reach out and touch his arm.

"Did I—did he hurt you?" I breathe out.

"Don't worry about me, Frisk. I'm fine." He says, the smell of smoke and mint coming off his jacket. "What about you, are you okay?"

I lean forward and wrap my arms around him. What a stupid question to ask me. Chara could have killed him last night, and I wasn't strong enough to even be present. I could have lost him too...

"Whoa, hey, it's okay. Frisk, hey, it's okay." He speaks softly, clutching me tightly as if to reassure me about his physical being. "Nothing happen, I just had to keep him down, that's all. I'm okay."

Slowly, I lose my mind to the past. Chara, attacking Sans again and again in the judgement hall. That final moment he stab his sternum. Watching him crumble to dust while Chara laughed...

"I can't lose you, G." I whisper into his collarbone.

His body stills at this for a moment. I can't even hear him breathe. But then, he's gently pulling away, to look me in the eyes.

"You won't lose me, Frisk, even if you wanted to. I'm pretty hard to get rid of." He flashes me a devil may care smile, and I can't help but smile at this.

"Okay..." I murmur, using the heel of my hand to wipe away the wetness that startles the skin underneath my eyes. I finally focus back on G, and he waits patiently for me to compose myself.