**COMPLETED**Finding Family(Underfell AU)

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"Hello again," said a voice. "You do seem to be unconscious quite a lot don't you?" Chara laughed a little. It's sound made Frisk want to laugh too.

"You left before I was able to talk to you much last time. Stay a little longer this time?"

Frisk nodded. Her throat had seemed to close up, and she didn't feel like she could talk. She was happy with letting Chara do the talking, but she started to fidget. She was getting anxious to know what Chara wanted to warn her about earlier. 

Chara reached over and took Frisk's hand. It was surprisingly warm. Gently, Chara guided Frisk away from where she was standing. The blackness around her melted away into a huge garden, filled with almost every flower and plant Frisk could think of. Chara led her over to a small stone bench, then sat down and motioned for Frisk to join her. 

"Now, about what I was saying before, you need to watch out for Sans. I get many feelings, and something tells me that he is hiding something."

Frisk chocked out, "No, he couldn't' be hiding anything. He wouldn't lie to me. He changed. He's on my side."

"Trust me Frisk," Chara said, patting Frisk's leg. "I know you are very attached to him. I'm not saying that he will hurt you, I mean I'm not ruling that out completely, but..."

Chara continued, but Frisk zoned out. She couldn't focus on those words anymore. Those hard words coming out of Chara's mouth with such sweetness. Sans couldn't be against her. He was a good person now. Nothing could change that. Not ever. 

Frisk looked up and noticed that Chara had stopped talking and was looking at Frisk with a look of almost motherly concern and sympathy. 

"Don't get me wrong here Frisk, this is just a feeling I have. I have no idea what's really going to happen. Just know that I'm on your side in all this."

"Why? Why are you on my side? How are you talking to me? Aren't you supposed to be dead?" suddenly, Frisk started to become angry. How was she doing this? Talking to Frisk in her dreams? And why? Why was she doing it? She couldn't just come in here and pretend to be on her side, and then go and blame one of her closest friends down here. She just didn't have the right to. 

Frisk rose to her feet, her hands clenched at her sides. Chara rose too, but looked surprisingly calm. She could tell that Frisk was getting angry though, and so she spoke with a cool, calming voice. 

"Frisk, my story is a very long and complicated one." Chara cocked her head to the side like she had heard something in the distance. "And it seems like we won't have much time for it. Sadly, it is a story for another time. Until we meet again." Chara smiled at Frisk one last time, and waved as the garden faded away.

A light burst to light behind Frisk's eyelids. She opened her eyes slowly and was immediately blinded by a huge light hanging over her. She tried to sit up, but found herself strapped down. Frisk started to freak out. What was going on ? Where were her friends? She tried to pull and the restraints, but it was no use. She could barely move.

"Stop moving over there," a cold voice interrupted her struggles. "You're not getting anywhere."

A shadow appeared over Frisk, and she saw the cruel face of Alphys standing over her.

"Where am I?" asked Frisk. "What are you doing?"

"In my lab dear," said Alphys with an unsettling smile. "As for what I am doing, you will soon find out. You see, I will not kill you right away. You will aid me in quite a few things before that time comes. I have many experiments that you will help greatly with. Now, for the first and most basic test. Just a sample. 

The shadow disappeared and Frisk was once again blinded by the lights. When Alphys returned she was holding a long needle. It was hooked up to a machine that she pulled behind her. The needle was sharp with small barbs down all of the edges. Frisk hated needles to begin with, and at the sight of that monstrosity, Frisk felt like throwing up.

Alphys grinned an insane smile as she touched the tip of the needle to Frisk's skin. Frisk squirmed as far as she could from the needle, but Alphys just pressed it harder to her skin. A small bead of blood formed on Frisk's arm. 

"Don't worry, it will only be excruciating for a few days after this. Now hold still!" With a sharp clawed hand, Alphys gripped Frisk's arm and slowly pushed the needle in, farther and farther. Frisk screamed. There was a burning feeling. Frisk looked down to check if her arm was starting to catch on fire. It wasn't but Frisk saw something being pumped out of her body before Alphys slammed her head back down onto the operating table with a painful thud.

Frisk saw spots in her vision, she was blacking out. How weak am I? All she had done was faint and pass out. She was just a burden on her friends. Because of her, they were being hunted by their friends and family, they had almost died several times. They also had to take care of one annoying human child, who they kept having to save as well. She didn't deserve them as friends. She felt sick, but it wasn't because of whatever Alphys was doing. She had let her friends down. She was weak...she couldn't..do...anything....

The darkness closed around her again, the way she had seen so many times. Frisk closed her eyes, embracing her failure. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she didn't care. She was willing to give up. 

Then she felt a warm hand, pushing her back up, towards the light. Frisk opened her eyes in wonder. 

"Go, be strong," a voice said in her ear. Frisk turned to see who it was, but she saw nothing. The light surrounded her again, and she felt herself screaming again. Violent pains were still shooting up her arm and into the rest of her body.

Alphys and her machine were nowhere to be seen, and Frisk's ties were undone. She sat up slowly, biting her tongue to keep from screaming aloud again. How long had it been since she had slipped into whatever consciousness she had been in? Frisk looked around the room she was in. The lights were off. There were many sharp and menacing looking instruments and machines around the room. 

Frisk started to slide off the table and walk towards the door. The glint of metal flashed in the corner and Frisk turned. Her vision was blurry from tears, but she could make out the shape of Mettaton. He had something flashing on his neck, and she saw many emotions on the robot's face. 

"This...way Darling," he said. He seemed to be in great pain, but he started walking. Frisk followed him dizzily. It was hard to walk. She held her injured arm tight to her chest. The pressure made the pain lesson a little, but not much. 

After being to slow, Mettaton roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. Frisk cried out in pain. 

"Mettaton! Ouch! What are you doing?"

He just turned to her with such sadness in his eyes, Frisk couldn't say anything. 

"What has she done to you?" she whispered to herself. 

Mettaton came to a huge metal door, and roughly pushed her through it, and locked the door behind her. It was dark in this room too, and Frisk couldn't see anything. 

"Mettaton!" she cried. She saw his face framed in the small window in the door, and then he turned and walked off. His movements were jerky and fast, not at all like his smooth graceful movements. Something was wrong. 

Frisk fell to her knees. In the darkness, alone, she cried aloud. Despite all the pain she was in however, no matter how helpless she felt, she felt one emotion, deep in her heart, deep in her SOUL. 

DETERMINATION