Determination ~ The Souls

Nightmares~

Frisk's POV:

"No... please, I don't... no... I won't do it... stop... someone help me... please... no..."

I wake up and hear Asriel talking in his sleep, shifting about in his bed and moaning.

"Azzy? You okay?" I whisper, sitting up.

"Stop... I don't want to do this... don't make me hurt them..." He starts crying, he's still asleep though.

"Asriel, wake up!" I walk over to him and start shaking him. His eyes open wide suddenly and he bolts upright making me fall back, he screams,

"NO!"

"Asriel, what's going on?" I ask my brother as I get back up and sit on his bed.

"F-Flowey he- and I- and everyone- and I couldn't- and they all- and- and-" He gasps for air, still crying. I put my arms around him and hug,

"Calm down, breathe. Now tell me in proper sentences what happened."

"I-" He takes a deep breath, "It was just a normal day and then all of a sudden I was Flowey and I was killing everyone even though they were begging for MERCY. I couldn't stop, it was like I was being possessed and then everyone died and I was l-laughing. I couldn't stop laughing!" He cries, pushing his head into my stomach. I stroke his head,

"Sh... it's okay, you're not Flowey. You won't be Flowey again, I promise you that. I'm not resetting, you're not going to be that person ever again."

Chara's POV:

"Why was Azzy screaming this morning? I woke up and heard a 'NO!' coming from your room, is he okay?" I ask Frisk when they come downstairs and sit at the table for breakfast.

"He... had a nightmare." They look exhausted, I wonder how long they were up trying to calm him down.

"Flowey?" I ask, they nod and take a deep breath. "How many more do you think he's gonna have?"

"I- I don't know... I don't know if they'll ever stop. I hope they do for his sake, it can't be easy." Frisk sighs and takes a gulp of their juice.

"I'M SORRY!"

I wake up and look around myself, I can hear faint crying. I wonder if Asriel had another nightmare, and if so was it still about Flowey?

"Asriel, c-come on it's gonna be okay." I hear as I exit my room and start to walk upstairs. I peak through the door and see Frisk hugging my brother, trying to be supportive. "You're not him, remember?" They say, I look away... I can't stand to watch him cry like that. It's a different sort of crying, it's something people would cry about even if they weren't a cry-baby and I just can't look at it.

Frisk's POV:

"GOOD MORNING HUMAN, HOW WAS YOUR SLEEP?" Papyrus asks me when I walk downstairs after getting dressed.

"Good thanks," I lie, "How was yours?"

"I SLEPT QUITE WELL, ALTHOUGH I WOKE UP TO METTATON SINGING SONGS BY THE ABBA. THE LYRICS CONFUSED ME A BIT, IT WAS TALKING ABOUT A QUEEN OF DANCE." He says, squinting his eyes. I can't help but laugh, he looks genuinely puzzled; I love hearing stories about Paps and MTT living together, they moved into a house across the street about a month ago.