Philophobia

Chapter 7

Frisk's POV

     Day's have passed with no signs of 'her'. No more nightmares, yet more paranoid nights. I still haven't told G about the nightmare; he'd probably just make fun of me for it.

     "Really? You're running to me about a nightmare? Pfft, suck it up." I could picture him saying. He could be such an asshole at times, but also such a sweetheart. Wait, 'sweetheart'? Since when do I call G a fucking 'sweetheart'? Bleh, forget about it. Just a slip of the tongue, I suppose.

     I couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare. I need to tell somebody, or at least write it down. Might as well write it in my journal, I guess. I stood up and walked to my dresser, digging through my drawers to find the small journal. After finally finding it, I plopped onto my bed and grabbed a pencil out of the mason jar on my nightstand.

     Hey, journal. Long time no write, I guess. 'She' is back, bloodier than ever. I need to tell G, but he'd think I'd be lying. What a fucking predicament I've gotten myself into this time, eh? Heh, what a stupid fucker I am.

     I heard steps in the hall and shot my head up. I looked to my clock to discover it was 10:38 AM. I stood up and stretched for a long while before walking to my door and opening it.

     Immediately, I could tell something was off. The air seemed dark and foggy and dust was covering every surface. I could barely breathe with all the dust and couldn't even see ten feet in front of me. I tried to wave some dust out of my face, but I ended up waving it right into my eyes. I grunted in pain as the dust stung my eyes. Even more dust flew into my throat, causing me to cough uncontrollably.

    I tried to get up, still coughing, but ended up tripping and falling down the stairs. I yelped from the pain that shot up from my ankle. I hugged my leg to my chest, wishing the pain would subside. I must've sprained it like I did when I fell down Mt. Ebott. The top of the stairs creaked and I immediately looked to the source. At the top step stood a girl, a knife resting in her clutch. 'She' was back.

     Tears began to trickle out of my eyes as the child began to maniacally laugh. "What the fuck do you want, you little bitch?" I asked in between sobs. Her smile turned to a small pout and she pulled the knife up to her chest, holding it as you would a stuffed animal.

     "Aww, come on, Frisky. Don't cuss in front of the kid. I need to keep my innocence, after all."

     "Like hell you're innocent. Now, answer the damned question." You tried to stand, but fell back to the floor and grimaced, shutting my eyes. I pulled my right leg back up to my chest since that ankle was the source of my pain. I heard a little giggle and small steps. Soon enough, when I opened my eyes, 'she' was standing right there. 'She' brought her knife down to my forehead, using the tip to push some hair out of my face. I cringed as the knife slowly grazed my forehead.

     Blood dripped down my forehead, blending with the tears that now poured out of my eyes. "Please... stop..."

     "Oh, Frisky. You just don't understand, do you?" 'She' closed her pitch black eyes and chuckled before speaking in a demon-like voice "I DON'T STOP UNTIL I GET WHAT I WANT."

     'She' brought the knife down to my neck. 'She' twirled it, piercing my pale skin. I screamed out in agony, squirming around on the cold floor. 'She' laughed maniacally once more, and I took the chance to try and move away. I tried to shuffle away, but she dug the knife deeper into my neck. I shrieked at the top of my lungs, the tears streaming down my face more heavily than before.

     All of a sudden, all my limbs were held in my place and I couldn't move anything except for my mouth. "Chara... please, stop..."

     "HEHEH... SINCE WHEN WERE YOU THE ONE IN CONTROL?" Chara dug the knife as far as she could into my neck. The most bloodcurdling scream escaped my lips. In that moment, I felt utterly and completely useless. I sat there, screaming. This may be the end.