Determination (Discontinued)

Ten

A/N - youguysaregonnahatemesomuch ❤️

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Frisk placed her SOUL back, turning her attention to the others. She was confused, and so were they. She wipes her tears, then turns her attention to Flowey. "Is she alright?"

Flowey looked back. He stiffened.

"I'm not sure."

Toriel brought her paw up to her face, biting down onto her index finger as her eyes wandered. "I'm sure everything is fine. What we should do is rest. It's late."

"Yes yes," Mettaton says as he claps his hands. "I'll stay awake in case any news returns to us." He pats Frisk's shoulder, turning her around where the rooms were. "You all know where the rooms are. Rest now."

. . .

"CHARA! Oh god, Babyfish! Wake up!" Undyne shrieks, running over to the still body.

The fight was over within an hour. Bodies scattered everywhere, some even on top of each other. The leader escaped much to Undyne's liking. But she cared more for her daughter's wellbeing than some murderous brat.

Chara's dull eyes looked to Undyne slowly, clenching both the bullet wound to her chest and the stab wound below her ribs. Undyne could see she was in pain, and holding on as hard as she was, it was just killing her. "Mom.." She mutters quietly. Undyne was freaking out. Tears flowing from her eyes as she looked around. Using the help from some of the alliance members, they lifted her up as if their arms were her gurney. They hurried off to the nearest hospital.

Quatre...

Being rushed inside, crowds of people started in their direction, seeing the group. Doctors were seen making gestures towards the group, quickly rushing over and taking Chara from them and putting her on an actual gurney. Undyne followed behind them as the doctors pushed her daughter past different doors. Undyne was then held back by a nurse. "I'm sorry, this is as far as you can go." They say in a quiet tone, placing a hand on the fish's shoulder. Undyne looked to them with a horrified expression.

"But my DAUGHTER is back there!" Undyne shrieks. "I have a right to be there for her!"

"The room will be crowded," the nurse replies. "We can't have anyone else back there even if you are family." Undyne glares at the nurse in disbelief, the nurse herself rushing through the doors. "I'll update you."

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Cinq..

Hours passed. Frisk couldn't sleep. She was too worried. Thinking that her lover could be wounded out there made her stomach tighten.

Her SOUL continued to act weird; it would appear randomly from time to time, it's beats lessening every so often. It was to the point that Frisk began to worry for herself. What was wrong with her? Is her worrying causing herself damage? Is that even possible?

Frisk laid upon her back, staring at the overly pink ceiling. Her eyes were red and her lids were puffy from crying. Tear marks were dried up on her cheeks as she never bothered to wipe them away. She would let out a soft and tiring sigh and turn to her left, looking to her phone. She would check to see if she had a message. A phone call. Something. But alas, she received none. Frisk's worrying increased.

And again, her SOUL appeared.

The beats dropped a lot. It was a lot slower than a normal heart beat would be. A beat every second. That's not healthy. She felt just fine. Perfectly FINE! But her SOUL is saying otherwise?