BloodShift

The Guilt Trip

This is short also I'm sorry

Blood was ok with just laying on the sofa. At least, he was until he sensed a determined human loom over him. It wasn't Chara, that was certain. Chara didn't have guilt or sorrow for Blood in their soul. This must've been the Pacifist Frisk, Blood realized.

"Can I help you?" Blood asked, making them yelp. Yup, definitely Frisk.

"I b-brought you food..." Frisk replied. "I wasn't s-sure if you were awake though."

"I'm quite awake when there's someone just staring at me," Blood struggles to sit up but eventually did it. He then felt a dinner tray rest on his lap. 

Blood sensed that Friskwas nervous. "Toriel made it for y-you. Its just some ch-chicken soup though..."

"Nice way to hide poison..." Blood mumbled through gritted teeth as he reached for the soup. It took him a few tries but eventually he managed to grab the spoon and started eating it. Frisk didn't lie: that was Toriel's chicken soup. Blood nearly choked on a chicken bit from their honesty.

"Listen, I don't like you and you obviously don't like to be around me, so why are you still here?" Blood spat at Frisk, making them more nervous.

"I wanted to.., apologize..." Frisk finally confessed.

"For what? Genociding? You ought to apologize to your Chara for that for you aren't my Frisk," Blood frowned. "If you really were sorry, you guys would never had Genocided more than once. And if you really were trying to apologize to me, then apology not accepted. Now leave me be."

"Chara, pl-"

"Blood. I goby Blood now," Blood interrupted.

"Please, just accept my apology. It hurts to see you like this and I feel really bad, even though it wasn't me who did it," Frisk responded.

"Just leave....." Blood grumbled. This time, Frisk left still feeling sad and now full of guilt.