Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 24: Consequences

Your clear eye

is the one

absolutely beautiful thing.

♡SylviaPlath

☽G

After everything that's happened, I still have my cigarettes. I can count on those cancer filled sticks to stay with me. They simply can't leave. Everything else... I better just count on my cigarettes.

            After a full day of resting, I allow myself to think of the consequences. As I puff on the end of a newly lite cig, I get lost in my thoughts.

            Chara, the little demon, lied.

            Of course he did. He only wanted me dead, or Sans and Gaster dead. Hoping that would push Frisk to the edge and finally make her reset.

Getting the DT Extractor back online was hard, but getting the Determination sucked out of me was rough. Chara's instructions being that remove enough Determination should make me fall apart, but keep Sans and Gaster alive.

Looked at how that turned out.

I pull in smoke, letting it swirl through my ribcage before releasing it.

            When Frisk was holding me, barely holding on herself, I've never felt so much relief, or anger. Relief that she was okay, and anger that I failed, and that Frisk had to save me using her own Determination.

            We had barely managed to drag ourselves to the available beds in the next room. Flowey moving better without the flowerpot but struggling with just his vines to move him across tiled floors.

            Frisk and I struggle onto the mattress, and we held each other for what we would later found out to be three days. Flowey awake and watching out for us. I'm surprised the little weed didn't run off. Maybe he's grown attached to Frisk... maybe.

            When I woke up, feeling like my skull has been split open, I found Frisk gone. Panicking that she left me, I tried getting up but was quickly stopped by Flowey, saying Frisk needed some time alone. We exchanged our usual glares, but as I settled back down, I could hear the echoes of sobs. My soul seemed to pulse alongside with the wretched breathing and choking noises. I didn't go to her, I know she doesn't want me. I don't blame her.

            The next day, she comes back with red eyes and sleeps for twenty four hours. She sleeps with me, which surprises me. Three days later, I'm able to stand. Frisk has gone off by herself for the second time, saying that she simply needed to think.

            With only a stub left, I snuff it out, reaching for another cigarette.

            Frisk is going to leave me. I know it. I've tortured her beyond pain and here I still stand. How could she stand to look me in the eye socket much less love me?

            The difference between cigarettes and Frisk... she could (and most likely) hates me, and I wouldn't blame her. To be honest, I would get pissed if cigarettes hated me.

            I'm losing my mind. Thinking of cigarettes as companionship. Well, I guess I might as well. They're all I have.

            I blow smoke through my nasal cavity.

            And I never really had Frisk. 

            We haven't spoken directly about what happened yet. From broken memories and Flowey telling me, I've figured out the story. What I've done to her, how much more I've hurt her.