Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 12: Water

There is no me 

without you.

♡Unknown

☽G

When I open my eye sockets, I let out a soft groan. I shift, turning my head and find Frisk, sitting a few feet away. Her sweater lays on the ground, only wearing a black tank top. Sweat beads are all over her skin. Her forehead, her chest, even her hair is become drenched from the water.

She smiles, obviously tired, "Hey, G. Sleep well?"

It takes everything for me not to swear as I sit up.

"Frisk, why didn't you wake me up? You're way to hot." I try to hide my frustration at her. First wanting to tie herself up at night just in case of Chara, and now letting herself bake so I can get some shut out? Why is she not thinking of herself? She's so important, how can she not see that?"

She shrugs, but it takes effort. "Hey, don't get so heated. You needed rest, and I didn't want to move. It's okay, we can start going now though. If you're ready."

I clench my jaw tight, not wanting to lose my temper at her. Silently, I grab the backpack and fling it on. Frisk stuffs her sweater into the bag, and we continue on our way.

The heat isn't too bad for me, but Frisk seems to be breathing heavily. Her walk slow, and the back of her tank top glistening with perspiration. Her scars peak out along her shoulder blades, and I only look at them for a moment. The soft pink lines forever staining her body.

I look away, still trying to stay calm.

"Frisk, if you need something, say it. We should have walk through here a long time ago instead of letting me sleep. You have to take care of yourself too, you know?" I ask, easily meeting her stride.

She lets out a strained sigh, "I know. But you also have to take care of yourself to... and you don't seem to do that enough."

I don't response. Anything I tell her will only stress her out more. We just need to get through Hotlands so she'll get cool down.

She lets out a laugh, loud and too shrill. "Funny, I don't remember Hotlands being this hot."

I glance at her, her face slick with sweat.

"Doll, you okay there? Here," I pull a water bottle out of the backpack, and hand it to her. Her movements slow and clumsy. She takes it, our fingers overlapping. When my bones touch her skin, I know her heat is too unnatural.

"Whoa, hang on." I stop her, and she stands there, chugging the bottle. She gets half way before she stops. She looks up at me, her expression distant.

"Hold still, doll face," I tell her, placing the back of my fingers against her forehead. The same heat warming my bones.

"Frisk, you're way to hot. Are you feeling okay?" I glance into her warm brown eyes. How did she make it through here as a child? It doesn't make sense... this place hasn't heated up since then, I'm sure of it.

She lets out a giggle, and this only makes me stare at her in concern. "It's really hot. And my stomach... oh no."

She jerks around, heading right for the edge of the path. Before I can utter her name she kneels and proceeds to throw up right into the magma below us.

I reach her side, my fingers pulling her hair back as she continues to vomit. Her body shakes as her stomach gives up its food. When she finishes, she's spitting out stomach acid and saliva.