"Frisk! Can you hear me?" A melodic voice rang in my head. I rustled in response, not wanting to get up for something this early. "Sorry to wake you, but there's something you should know~" I groaned. "I'm coming for you Frisk." Those last words were spat out between clenched teeth. I shot up, my body sweaty because of the warm comforter I had slept in. What was that? No one is in the room... I thought, and got up to get dressed. I had forgotten to put my clothes in the wash, so I just slipped on the usual sweater and shorts. I put my socks and shoes on, and left the Inn. I was in Snowdin, and it was snowing, as always. My mind was trailing off, as usual, and my mind had slipped into the thoughts I had previously. Who was that? Were they in my head? What did they mean, 'coming for me'? I pondered these thoughts, completely ignoring the "Hey Frisk!"'s and the waves from the monsters I passed. Until I saw Sans. He had been working at the Hot Dog stand all morning, or for ten minutes, and started off to Grillby's. He waved to me, and I waved back, but not enthusiastically. It was like a pity wave you do to someone you really don't like, but I didn't mean it like that. I shuffled along to the castle, ignoring the waves and smiles I got along the way. I had to ask the King, he might know what's going on...
Hopefully...
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Hidden Demons
FanfictionFrisk hasn't been acting right. She (yes it's a she in this story) has not talked to Toriel or King Asgore since their fight near the barrier. Ever since then, she hasn't talked to anyone. It feels like something isn't right, and she's just not sayi...
