Why

Chapter 33

BLUE

I was standing behind Red with about billion thoughts going through my mind.

Why is Frisk attacking?

Why am I not dead?

What's a soul link?

Was I around when this happened?

My neck feels funny.

Holy cow, Red loves me...

I stared at Frisk's unwelcoming brown eyes and her murderous smile.

She was completely different person.

I knew it.

Red lifted his hand, summoning dozens of bones in the process, then aimed them all directly at Frisk. He threw his hand down to attack but at the last moment I grabbed his hand then yanked it to the side, causing the bones to rocket into the ground next to us and the human leap out of the way.

"Blue what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Your breaking your promise!"

"She is a murderer, she needs to die!"

Frisk struggled to get off the ground and lunged at us. Red grabbed my hand and teleported us behind one of the pillars.

"Red, let me talk to her!" I whisper/yelled at Red.

"Blue! She's a psychopathic murderer! There's no helping her! Trust me, I already tried!"

"Well maybe you didn't try hard enough!"

"I'm surprised you don't want her dead. You know with almost killing you and all."

I had absolutely no idea how to responded to that. But I didn't have to because Frisk found us and tried to attack us. But Red grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the way.

I knew Red was going to teleport us somewhere else so I pulled out of his grasp and yelled "Red, I'm goimg to stop them weather you like it or not!"

Red tried to grab my arm again but this time I was able to run out of his reach and into the middle of the room.

Now was standing directly between Frisk and Red.

Well, this is a perfect arrangement.

I looked at Frisk and said "Are you lonely?" I felt Red tense up behind me as he muttered "Blue, what are you doing?"

I continued "Come on, you must've did made some mistakes to make you think you need to do all these... things, but you don't, you really don't."

Frisk wasn't creepily smiling anymore.

"All you have to do is put the knife and make everything right."

I held my hand out.

"Come on, I know you want to." I finished.

Frisk fell to her knees and started crying. I walkes over to Frisk and hugged her while I listened to Red mutter "How the hell does he do that...."

Frisk threw her knife across the floor and started sobbing "I'm sorry I made you do those things, Frisk. I'm sorry I made you want to kill..."

What... Why is she talking in third perosn?

Then Frisk went limp.

When I started to shake her, when she put something in my hand.

"Make... everything... right...." Frisk whispered.

Then she stopped moving.

Stopped breathing.

Stopped living.

I looked down at my hand.

There was a bright red soul of determination in it.

Oh boy...