Colors Of The Soul

Ch. 21 Spirited Away

Frisk woke up and kissed Sans forehead as she got up and got dressed. Her gut was upset again, but she just figured it came with the territory of extreme games of the heat. She went to the kitchen when a familiar voice echo in the back of her head.

"Fun week wasn't it..." Chara said with a sickening voice.

"To have you make us touch him...." She wanted to throw up her nonexistent stomach. Frisk drank some orange juice and her stomach really ached as she sat at the table.

Yeah for the most part... we enjoy each other's company.

"You don't look good Frisk... feeling sick are we?" Frisk face dropped. Chara had never shown concern for her.

No! I have never been better. She said feeling shaky.

"Liar liar pants on fire..." Frisk felt her vision fading, and she couldn't stand being awake much longer

Did you poison me? Chara smirked.

"Funny how long it took you to figure this out. Rat poison does wonder to any meal. I added it to all of your food and drinks. With your extra exercise, it sped it up. I should thank you for that."

When? How?

"All I had to do was take over for a couple of minutes while you prepared a meal and add my special ingredient. Tasteless and odorless and on top of it I made sure to add tons to your condiments like Sans ketchup." Frisk's eyes widen.

You Bitch... you poisoned him too.

"Well, how fair is it to just poison one mate over the other. It wouldn't be nice of me, would it? Besides, in a moment I will take over and take care of us properly."

What do... Her thoughts were interrupted by a stronger presence that took over.

"Good to be home." Chara said with a smile.

First things first me and Frisk need to get rid of this poison in our system. Chara thought as they left out of the house leaving Sans behind. The moment that she seemed far enough from Frisk's house she allowed Frisk to throw up and forced her until her stomach was empty.

"Well, that was fun...not." Chara said wiping her mouth of the vomit. She continued to move the farther away she got, the better off they will be.

Sans woke, he felt... off. Why was that? He began to feel a little bit of worry. Where was Frisk? Maybe she was downstairs. He glanced around the room, well, the clothes were gone, so that was likely. He yawned, he couldn't shake the feeling though that something wasn't how it should be. He stood up, okay, there was no dizziness or anything that he could tell but... something was up. He decided to try doing a simple check... and felt pain lance through him. That wasn't good.

*Sans

HP 1.5/2.9

Atk 2

Def 2

*Something is wrong.

He felt like he was going to hurl... even though he didn't have a stomach. What was wrong with him?! He focused the check on his HP. Why was his HP low? He hadn't done anything that would affect it... not even activities from heat affected his HP due to the buffer of magic; he knew this. So then... what was going on? Then he noticed something next to his HP bar. It was small, almost just a little noticeable dot... and it was purple. He let the magic go as his head swam with pain. Purple... purple dots... what did that mean again? He cast his mind back to the lectures on in-depth checks.

*Pay close attention, Sans. HP can be taken down by several things, not just in battle. There are different factors at play and with in-depth checks you can get a better idea of the situation. When something else is affecting HP, there will be a color next to it.