Connected Through Souls- An Undertale Fanfiction

Chapter Two- Butterscotch Pie

TORIEL: Is she alright?

SANS: I think so. she managed to go back to sleep easy enough with the help of a fluffy bunny.

TORIEL: How many is that now?

SANS: I didn't count. we can only assume it's been a lot. she's been having those dreams ever since we got rid of Chara.

TORIEL: I really think we should do something about it.

TORIEL'S EYES START TO WATER. SHE TURNS AROUND SO SANS DIDN'T HAVE TO SEE HER CRY.

TORIEL: What If we lose her again? What if we can't get her back this time?

TORIEL IS NOW IN A FULL WEEP.

SANS: I promised I would never let anything take her soul again. don't you believe me?

TORIEL: Of course, it's just I can't help but be scared for what may come next.

SANS: I know, I know. let's just go get some rest and if you want to we can speak more about this in the morning. okay?

TORIEL: Fine. Just, sleep on the couch so you're close to Frisk, will you not?

SANS: of course.

SANS HEADS DOWN TO THE COUCH AND GRABS A BLANKET. HE WATCHES AS TORIEL STEPS INTO HER ROOM. HE LIES HIS HEAD DOWN, LOOKING THOUGHTFUL. HE FALLS ASLEEP.

~time skip~

FRISK WAKES UP AND LOOKS AROUND HER ROOM. SHE GETS UP AND OPENS THE CURTAINS IN HER ROOM. AS SHE WALKS OVER TO THE DOOR SHE REALIZES A SHADOW THAT LOOKED LIKE HERS BUT WASN'T MOVING THE WAY SHE WAS. IT LOOKED LIKE AS IF THE SHADOW WAS SOMEONE ELSE'S. SHE RUNS OUT OF HER ROOM AND SHUTS THE DOOR. SHE LOOKS UP AND DOWN THE HALL.

FRISK: Hmmm, no one seems to be awake.

FRISK WALKS DOWN INTO THE LIVING ROOM. SHE SEES SANS SPRAWLED OUT, SLEEPING ON THE COUCH. HE ISN'T COVERED WITH A BLANKET. FRISK LOOKS DOWN AND REALIZES THAT IT HAD FALLEN OFF PROBABLY WHILE HE WAS SLEEPING. SHE PICKS IT UP AND COVERS SANS UP WITH IT. SHE HUGS SANS AND SKIPS INTO THE KITCHEN TO CHECK IF TORIEL WAS THERE. SHE SMELLS SOMETHING DELICIOUS, SO SHE FIGURES TORIEL IS MAKING FOOD. BUT WHEN SHE LOOKS IN THE KITCHEN, SHE IS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. THERE IS A PIE ON THE COUNTER THOUGH, WITH A NOTE LYING ON TOP OF IT.

NOTE: Dear Frisk and Sans, I went to a doctor's appointment so this should be enough for breakfast. I love you! I hope you enjoy the pie!

FRISK: It looks soooo good!

AS SHE REACHES TOWARDS THE PIE TO PICK UP A SLICE, SHE HEARS STEPS BEHIND HER. QUIET, DELIBERATE ONES. SHE FIGURES IT'S SANS TRYING TO SCARE HER.

FRISK: Come on, Sans, I know it's you. You're not going to sca...

IN THE MIDDLE OF FRISK'S SENTENCE, SOMETHING GRABS HER BY THE MOUTH AND STOMACH. SHE TRIES TO GET OUT BUT CAN'T. SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHO IT WAS, AS THE GRIP RESTRAINS HER FROM TURNING HER HEAD AROUND. SHE TRIES TO SCREAM. NOTHING COMES OUT.

But nobody came.