Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 13: Heat

It is so much 

safer not to feel. 

Not to let the 

world touch me. 

♡Sylvia Plath

☼Frisk

My eyes flash open, and I immediately try and push away from the ribcage. The arms holding me tighten in response.

"Frisk?" The smoky voice is startled.

"Let go!" I nearly shout, finally shoving the body away and somehow landing on my feet. I bolt for the edge of the dark blue plank. Hitting my knees, I manage to get my head over the chasm and throw up. Clear acid liquid is the only thing that comes from my mouth, and I watch it fall into the darkness below. A moment later, cool bony digits brush against my cheeks, pulling my hair out of my way. My stomach seemingly trying to jump out of my throat.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I lean backwards, and find his body. He knees on either side of my thighs. My shoulder blades resting against his ribs. I close my eyes, just panting. His fingers release my hair, and move to hand limply in the air. Slowly, his arms wrap around my shoulders. I focus on the weight as I force air in and out of my lungs.

"Just breathe, doll face. Just breathe." He murmurs. I clear my throat, and focus on my lungs.

Slowly, my body calms down. The heat must be from inside of me, because as I slowly open my eyes, I take in the Core. I remember the air begin cooler here, so it must be my body that's burning. Can you burn from the inside out?

"Hey, doll. You still with me?" the smoky voice asks.

I let out a groan, and turn my cheek to rest against his sternum. That simple movement makes liquid leak from my eyes. I close my eyes, afraid I'm too tried to speak.

"G..." I breathe out, hardly a whisper.

"I'm here, doll."

I fight to bring the air through my mouth. "No more... moving. Please..."

He shifts slightly underneath me, bringing a hand up to my forehead, under my bangs. The bandage only use know is soaking up sweat, making my hair at least a little less sopping wet.

His bony fingers are cold, and I moan at the touch. The coldness helping me focus.

"Okay, we won't move. Just rest, doll." He whispers, moving his hand away. I want to frown at that, enjoying the coldness.

"G..." I say, my hand reaching out along his arm. I finally find his hand, the palm lacking a center. The cold bones making me slightly better. I move it, pressing it to my cheek. One side cooling my hand, the other cooling my face.

G moves his other hand without assistant, and my other hands holds his to my face. My lips part, breathing out hot air.

"Frisk..." G suddenly whispers. The hot fog clogging my mind tries to shift away. I want to focus on his words.

"Sans and Gaster are gone. If I could bring them back, I would. I would do it in a heartbeat, because I know you love Sans. I would do anything to just make you happy..." He softly confesses. I keep pulling air in and out of my lungs, noticing the tenseness of his digits against my skin.

"I care about you. I love you, Frisk." He speaks into my ear.

For a moment, I wonder if I'm delusional. Simply my brain trying to make me happy through the heat wave roasting me alive.

"You're confused. And... speaking honestly, I'm angry. I'm so angry, Frisk..." His smoky voice is too low.

"G... Why?" I murmur, attempting to squeeze his hands in comfort.

"Because I'm not Sans. I'm not the one you love. And I never will be. I'm just fragments of what was." His voice goes utterly quiet, too flat. Nothing like the smoky voice I've come to know.

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

If I was strong enough, I would turn around. I would make him look me in the eyes. I would tell him I love him too.

Do I?

Or do I just love the part of him that belongs to Sans?

I feel the tears escape my eyes as I realize the truth.

No, I don't. I just love G.

But I love Sans too. How could I do this to him? To me? To G? My selfish soul longing for love anyway it can get it. I can't just throw Sans away like that. I love him...

But he's dead. And I can't spend the rest of my life holding onto him. Not living my life. Not being happy.

Another tear escapes.

His ribcage moves as he sighs, "I just had to tell you once. Just so some part of you knows the truth."

My throat tightens. My body burns. My mind swims through a dark fog.

"G," I whisper.

"Rest, doll. Just rest."

I fall into darkness, and I fear I may never want to find my way out.