Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 21: Fire

I'll make up

for all the years

I was supposed

to be kissing you.

♡Leo Christopher

☽G

"You trash bag, I should have thrown you in the lava when I had the chance."

"I should have clubbed you when I first saw your yellow petals."

"But you didn't because you're don't want to make Frisk hate you more then she probably already does."

"You're lucky Frisk is here because she's the only one in this whole world who would give mercy to you."

            "BE QUIET!" Frisk shouts as she jerks to a stop. Both Flowey and I wince at her voice exploding near our ear holes.

            Her face whips to look at both of us, "You both with either be quiet or be nice, since it seems you two can't do both." Her usually silky voice low and on edge.

            I guess our little argument got too much for her, but Flowey's the bad guy here. Why Frisk thinks he's worth saving is beyond me, but he's here. The little demon is already testing my patience, and we haven't even gotten halfway through the Core.

            Flowey gives me a killer glare, before grinding his fangs together and looking away. I brush Frisk's hair out of her eyes and whisper, "Sorry, doll face. Didn't mean to upset you."

            She breathes out heavily, "Please, just try to get along."

            She huffs out a breath. My arm around her shoulders as I lean only a little bit on her. My ribs started aching horribly as we continued, and Frisk of course insisted that she let me hang on her. Frisk is already holding Flowery in her other arm, and then with me, she's taking care of a lot. She huffs again, and I don't realize how tired she is. It's been a full day since she's eaten, I know it.

            "Frisk, doll, let's stop here." I tell her.

            She looks up at me, debating for a moment before slowly letting me down to the ground, then Flowey in this pot. Finally she sits between us, her collarbones moving underneath her skin like hidden treasures.

            "Let me see your ribs." She says softly, reaching a hand out. I shift, stifling a grunt of pain, and sit in front of her. I keep my body still as she lifts my sweater and checks on her purple and blue sweater tied around my ribcage. Gently, her fingers go to work and loosen the sweater. I clench my teeth as the pressure is removed. Frisk's brow is narrowed as her hand hovers over the two cracked ribs. They're barely being held on by my magic without the sweater, but if I don't get to a monster with healing magic soon, it's going to be bad.

            Frisk looks up at me, the worry clear in her brown eyes. "G, are you hurting right now?"

            I shake my head, "Nah, doll face, your presence is the only remedy I need."

            That gets me a small smile, but it doesn't touch her eyes. She quickly reties the sweater (I almost let out a groan of pain) and again checks that I'm okay.

            "Doll, don't worry about me. What about you? How tired are you?" I reach a hand out and cradle the side of her face. She leans into my palm as she keeps her eyes on me.

            "I'm not tired." She lies.

            "Frisk." I say.

            She looks at me for a beat longer before confessing, "I'm a little hungry, but I'm sure you are too. We'll get back to the throne room and get the food in our backpack, but for now... I just need a minute." She breathes out.

            I open my mouth to tell her that she is obviously beyond exhausted but Flowey surprisingly beats me to it.

            "Frisk, shut up and take a nap. You won't stand a chance against Chara like this." He says darkly.

            I give him a suspicious glare, not trusting the flower face demon for one moment. He glares right back, but I focus on Frisk.

            "A nap sounds great right now." I tell her, knowing she'll fall for that. Anything to take care of everyone else, but never herself. Typical selfless Frisk.

            "Okay." Got her.

            She gives Flowey a pointed look, "Wake us up if anything happens." There's also the underlying, 'don't you dare think about hurting G' look too.

            He huffs, "Okay."

            I watch her shoulders relax, then she looks at me. I lay out on the cold metal ground, inviting her with an open arm. She smiles, before laying next to me. I hope she's comfortable with the coat covering my bony arm as she uses it as a pillow. I'm about to wrap my other arm around her, when I feel her muscles tremble against my bones.

            "Are you cold?" I ask.

            "I'm fine." She says.

            "Doll face, you're shivering." I say, already moving. I gently place my hands on her hips, waiting for a moment to see if it's okay. She gives a small nod, then I pull her tighter against me. Carefully moving the jacket around her torso (she's soft and squishy and so human) and zip it up. She lets out a soft sigh, and I take it as happiness. She snuggles into my jacket, her back pressing against my sternum. She's carefully to not touch my ribs. As she breathes again, I feel every bone in her spine move, how beautiful she feels. How she is the most gorgeous creature on this earth and somehow she wants me too.

            "You're really warm," She whispers, and I don't have to look at her to know she's blushing.

            "Well I am hot." I tell her with a chuckle, shifting to keep my arm wrapped around her and the other as her head rest.

            She snorts, at its as cute as her.

I lean forward slowly and press my teeth against her hair before saying, "But a simple fire doesn't compare to the sun." 

            Her ribcage stops for a second, but quickly starts moving again.

            "I love you, G." She whispers into my jacket.

            "Love you too." I tell her softly.

            "I'm going to throw up." Flowey announces.

            "Shut up." I tell him without looking at him. Frisk laughs, her spine moving with the motion.

            She dozes off, and I do too. Catching a glimpse of Flowey looking at the two of us together on the ground before I fall asleep. An unusual expression on his face that I don't quite know what it is yet.