I've been in the house alone for over a week now, Mettaton is the only one who knows who I really am. The door knocks, I check who it is, Sans.
"Can I help you?" I ask politely.
"Nice act and costume kiddo, I know it's you frisk," he says. I drop the act and straighten out.
"Can I help you?" I say coldly.
"May I come in?" I nod my head and let him in, I don't want him here. But I can't hide from him forever.
FLASHBACK!
Sans pov:
The whirring of mechanisms and electricity fill my skull. This must be the machine alphys was talking about. With a beeping sound a nob pops out. Curiosity gets the best of me, I give it a turn. A small screen lights up, it reads loud and clear: 19. I turn it the other way, the number changes: 8. I shrug, better not mess with it anymore. A loud hissing has me spin on my heels.
END OF FLASHBACK.
Sans sat down on the couch and looked at me, guilt and and confusion in his eyes. I want to tell him it's ok, but it shouldn't be, I should be angry, or disgusted, right? Why am I so submissive?
"What can I do for you?" I sit across from him. He scratches the back of his skull. It's weird, he doesn't look a day older than when I say him all those years ago.
"Look, frisk-"
"It's Fern, sans."
"Oh, sorry," he takes a deep breath. "Um, how have you been? Since you've seen me last."
"Last week or eight years ago?" I say, looking off to the side. Sans opens his mouth to say something but his phone goes off.
"Should probably answer that, Mobster," i sigh and stand up. I walk over to the bathroom and add more colour to my eyes. I step back out and sans grabs my arms.
"What the?!"
"Another human fell! We have to go!"
"Toriel doesn't live in the ruins anymore!" I exclaim. Locking the door and running with sans.
"But someone still does," he says.
"Flowey," I say breathily.
"Come on shortcut!" He grabs my wrist and we teleport.
The world spins around me for a second, it's been years since I've teleported with sans. The world slows to a stop and I see a girl, crumpled on the ground. She holds her soul in her hands, it's all cracked. Evil laughter fills my ears, Flowey. Sans goes after Flowey and I run to the girl. her body shattered, nothing but a broken form. Her soul can't return to a body like this, and it won't survive on its own. I plunge into my pocket and grab my talisman, I crystal urn with a soul shaped stopper. I had Alphys get it for me years ago. Everyone has their own talisman, but once you choose yours, there are no others that will work for you. I go to open it but realization hits me like a truck. The broken soul can't be held in my talisman because it's so broken, it'll just dissolve, it needs a proper form so it can heal. I take a moment to think it over, a moment is all I need.
"I cast this spell with my talisman," my talisman begins to glow. "Let my form accept this soul, and let my soul rest within my talisman."
I finish the last word when the soul shaped stopper bursts off. A glowing silver thread pours out, linking the bottle, my soul, and the pour kids soul. A ripping pain is yanked through my soul, and the whole world goes dark.
