Like the new picture for the story?? I made it myself but took the picture of Frisk from another artist called InfectedScout on Tumblr. Credit to them. I'm giving up on Alphys' stutter btw. It is hard to remember that all the time, sorry. Comment if you want me to keep it!
"Oh, my child!" Toriel says, as she leans down next to your bed. "You have an even higher temperature than last time! Are you sure it is just a cold?" You nod, and pull your blanket up closer to you.
It had been three weeks since you became ill.
Chara had been coming into your dreams again. You had put it down to PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) as that had seemed to be the most logical explanation. The things she had said though, made this nightmare feel a little too real.
Sans had been coming in five times a day exactly. Cracking puns and making everyone but you laugh. Each time he left the room, you felt a pinch of pain but then the voices came back telling you he was a bad person and that you shouldn't trust him. That he would kill you.
You listened to them sometimes, but not always. Sometimes, they knew about things he would do, and would say. Then he did them. It was like they could tell the future.
"If you take maybe three more tablets the fever should go away." Alphys says looking at her book. It was filled with notes, scribbles, equations and drawings. She had been intensively studying humans to try and get you better. Nothing had worked so far.
Toriel patted you on the head, and walked into the kitchen. "I know whats wrong with you."
"Fix..... It" You mumble, unable to speak as much as you want to.
"Frisk, it seems that someone has been contacting you from the void. We have to stop them, or you wont be able to make it! Sans can help too! He has been in the void before! Thats how he remembers everything!" Alphys states, while handing you a glass of water and three small tablets.
"They will send you to sleep, while Sans and I tackle the problem." Without hesitation, you throw the pills on the floor.
"No" You croak. "Frisk?" Alphys looks worried.
"No... No pills, NO Sans helping. NO NO NO NO!" You keep repeating the word no, while Alphys hooks up what seemed to be an IV line.
"Shhh Frisk, go to sleep" She murmurs, and your vision slowly blacks away.
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Early as an apology for being late the other day :)
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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?
