Frisk felt like she was falling. Her eyes blinked open in a hall steeped in golden light. What should have been warm felt freezing. The floor's patterned tiles glared upwards with a polished sheen. Columns that lined the walls were bars between her and the stained-glass windows. She knew instantly that it couldn't be real. Her heart sunk. There was only one type of dream she had here; she didn't have the words to describe it. Her heart began to pound and she noticed, much to her dismay, that there was a knife in her hand.
"No. No no no, drop it. Drop that. No. Bad. Stop." Nothing happened. The hand wasn't really hers, after all.
She was walking forward without wanting to— she did her best to drag her feet but nothing came of it. In a blink, she saw Sans appear before her. Her throat went dry. His eyes were dark. In her mind, he loomed; towered like he were ten feet tall and made of stone.
"Oh, no. No no no, what did you do!?" she yelled at whoever's eyes she had.
Sans started talking but she couldn't hear it through the heart pounding in her ears. She'd heard it before, anyway. It was a nightmare. She could feel her body tensing up.
"No no no no no, don't you hurt him, don't you dare—"
She ran at him anyway. His eye lit up. Her soul turned blue. He threw her, hard. She felt every impact— things snapping, other things going numb. In a strange way, it was almost a relief, but it struck her with horror that whoever she was seeing through knew the fight almost as well as she did when her body began to outmanoeuvre the dragon-like skulls, the Gaster Blasters, surrounding her brother that shot great, blinding beams from their mouths.
"No, no no no, stop!" Frisk yelled. "Stop it, I won't...! I don't want to—!"
Her body ran at him with the knife again, but she threw all her weight towards the ground. She didn't expect a thing, and so felt like she could faint when the leg gave out and her body dropped to its knees.
"Wh... What the hell...?" someone else's voice asked.
The dragon's maw opened before her and she had no choice— she was blasted away. She felt everything stop.
Frisk's eyes blinked open in the hall steeped in golden light. She looked around quickly. It wasn't quite right, but maybe that was a good thing. Her back was to a column outside of the main path and she faced one of the grand windows marked with the sign of the Delta Rune.
"Wh... What?! No. No, no, c'mon, wake up," she said to herself.
She heard a crash. Her eyes went wide and she peeked around the column. To her shock, she saw someone who looked a lot like her, with a knife in their hand. Walls of bones were flying at them. She froze. Her brain stumbled over itself to try to understand. She had never seen this battle from the outside before. That other thing, though, it was fast. It was like an acrobat. She gulped, hard.
She tried to run; found that she could run. Determination filled her to the brim. She could see them— see them both. It was just like before. That thing that looked like a kid was about to charge at him, the sheen of their blade glinting coldly. She ran faster. Why did she have to be so small? She felt tears in her eyes.
She had to remember it wasn't real. Maybe it had been, once upon a time, but now it was just an echo. She could help.
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PATCHWORK SOUL
Fanfiction[Complete] When Frisk finished her story, barrier broken and monsters freed, she knew there was still a loose end, but she never expected everything to come unraveled before her eyes. Determined to save the only family she's ever known, Frisk must s...
