When you awoke, early that morning, you begrudgingly walked down the stairs. Your eyes had dark circles on them and you had small cuts all up your torso that you didn't have before. The smell of sauce being heated up in the microwave, as usual, made your stomach churn.
"Sup Fri- Oh sugar, are you ill or something?" Sans says, in the most worried voice you think you have ever heard him speak in. "What, it's not like you'd care." You say, and grab your small carton of Cranberry juice out of the fridge.
Walking into the living room, you pull your phone out of your pocket and dial Alphys. "H-Hey Frisk." Alphys says "Why a-are you calling m-me so early?"
"Alphys i'm ill, please help me." You say, making your voice sound even more rough than it really is. "Oh! I w-will be r-r-right over!" Alphys says, and hangs up.
Chugging your juice, you throw the carton onto the ground and tell Sans to call Toriel over. He obliges, happily, thinking your temper was to do with being ill.
Why were you so mad at him? It was almost as if Chara was back from the void. But she was dead right?
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Just thought I would let you know, I was in hospital yesterday due to breathing problems. I'm mostly better but I may have to stay home for a few weeks. This means I might spend more time on my story!
It also means, if I get too worked up over something (being excited to write) I could stop breathing again. :(
Anyway, I am *Mostly* fine and I will try and get better fast!
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YOU ARE READING
But you weren't there (*Sans x Frisk*)
FanfictionShe was lost, alone and hurt by everything in her past. Could he bring her back? Could he save her?
