Soulfell

The Ruins...?

Author's notes: So I still have no idea what I'm doing. Is anyone actually reading this? Eh, whatever.

Hmm, that picture... Can you tell that I don't know how to draw hands?

Um, enjoy? Or not. You can just get triggered about everything I write instead.

Frisk's maroon eyes cracked open as she regained consciousness. Her body ached like the last time she fell down. She pushed herself up in the bed of flowers that somehow cushioned her fall. But this time, she noticed something different. Frisk seemed taller than usual. Her blue and purple striped sweater was now a blue hoodie with a purple stripe on it and fur lining the hood. Her jean shorts were smaller than usual as well and the jacket was unzipped showing her black sports bra and uncovered stomach. Lastly, her bare feet now had a pair of black combat boots on them.

"What...happened?" she asked as she rubbed her hurting head. Her hair hadn't seemed to change length, but was pulled into a short ponytail.

'Kid?' a familiar voice asked.

"Who said that?!" Frisk exclaimed as she turned around to look for someone.

'It's me, kid,' the voice said. 'Sans.'

"Huh?" The girl had a hard time processing this. "How? Where are you?" She asked him, frantically searching for him in the room.

A sigh was heard. 'Kid, I'm in your head. I died, remember? You absorbed my soul.'

"I did?" Frisk said aloud.

'Yeah. I've been processing and explaining it to myself since you fell.'

"How long was I out?"

'... About four hours or so, I think.'

"That long?!"

'Yeah. Also, I don't think you have to talk to me out loud. I should be able to read your thoughts.'

'Oh, okay... Like this?'

'Yup, I can hear you fine, kid.'

They were silent for a moment.

'Sans?'

'Yeah, kid?'

'I'm sorry...about everything. I didn't even realize I was doing so many bad things until you told me. It was like...there was a voice in the back of my head telling it was okay, but then you told me otherwise and it just clicked.'

Sans sighed again. 'Welp, it's too late now. I guess you can have a better future with the next me you'll meet.'

Frisk faced the ground sadly.

'H-hey, I didn't mean it like that, kid. Just try better this time 'round, kay?'

'...Kay...'

Frisk stood up all the way and started moving towards the hallway.

'So...' Frisk started after a moment of awkward silence. 'Do you know how that whole "absorbed soul" thing works?'

Sans thought a moment. 'Well, not exactly, but I have a theory about how you can hear me and how you look different.'

'Can you tell me— wait,' she stopped herself. 'Do you know if the ruins were always this red?'

The two were silent for a long moment.

'What?' Sans finally asked.

'The ruins,' Frisk replied. 'They were purple during the last run. Now the walls are red.'