Are You Sure This Is Love?

Frisk's Game

     Frisk could feel the heavy, consistent, racing, pounding of her heart. It felt like it was punching against her ribcage, pressing against the bones there and trying to rip itself free. However, that was the only indication that her heart hadn't already left her. It felt like she was freezing. The adrenaline filled blood doing nothing to warm her up as it flowed through her veins without feeling. Her ears seemed to pick up every creak that filled the house, every click of the puzzle before her, and every step she took as she speed down the hallways. Yet, they blocked put the sounds of her heartbeat or her shallow breaths. Clicking the final piece of the puzzle into place she bit her tongue as nothing happened. She must be missing something! Damn it, how could Sans make so many puzzles and be able to unlock them effortlessly?! Pulling the silky purple bow out of her hair, Frisk used the ribbon to instead tie her brown waves into a high ponytail. Brushing the bit of bang in her eyes away she got back to work.

Her heart had been pounding when Chara and herself had first received news about their long lost friends. The skeleton brothers had been so close to then when they all were younger. She couldn't deny the fondness that still sat in her heart when she recalled memories from that time. Sans would chase her all through the gardens as they played. Despite the fact he could always find her, Frisk could never find it in herself to be mad, simply laughing as he would tag her or sweep her off her feet. Her sister and Papyrus would watch from benches as they conversed about anything and everything. They talked on subjects ranging from Latin to medicine to current events in a world of adults.

Her sister.... Chara was trapped in the same nightmare as she was. They hadn't even seen each other in... how long had it been since the boys had stolen them away to this secluded world? It had to have been months, it was getting harder and harder to keep track. Sans was no help in the matter, simply saying things like, 'There's no need to worry about that my dear! After all, I won't let anyone separate us again!'He was equally as unhelpful when Frisk had requested to see her sister, giving vauge excuses or dodging the question entirely. Frisk had quickly come to accept that he was not going to answer her in the way she wanted. Instead, he rambled on about other things he found interesting; such as his latest projects or plants in the gardens. This was part of the reason Frisk had taken a vow of silence to herself. What point was there in talking to her captor if he wouldn't even answer the questions burning within her? For a while Frisk and Chara had managed to hide letters for each other within the garden or occasionally within the dinning room-though the times they were brought there were are and hiding a note within there was hard. But that had stopped weeks ago. Frisk could only assume the boys had found out in one way or another and had cut off that source of communication.

This time when she finished the final piece of the lock puzzle it gave a satisfying ding as the door unlocked and she rushed through it. Her brain was reaching its end. There were only so many puzzles she could do before her head started to pound in protest, some of them too complicated and intricate for her to truly understand. Forcing back a groan her copper eyes surveyed the puzzle set out across the floor, covered in a series of Xs, Os, and dashes. Taking a moment to attempt to figure out any sort of logic or order she froze as humming echoed down the forbidding halls. Very familiar humming.

Sans.

Panic filled Frisk's mind as she desperately tried to figure out the puzzle before her. She couldn't give up now! She had to find her sister, they were going to be free! They were going to see the sun again, laugh together as they teased each other, and cook in their too small of a kitchen! They were going to be ok, they were going to see each other again! They...

The humming was now accompanied by footsteps. She jumped to action on the puzzle, the footsteps nearby stopping and the skeleton gave a thoughtful hum as he picked up one of the earlier completed puzzles. Frisk's brain shot her a jumbled mess of information as the haunting thud of the puzzle being dropped flowed through the space. Humming picked up once more, though it seemed much more jovial and playful. Now her ears decided to listen to her erratic breaths and heartbeats, making the nearly silent mansion seem all too loud. Frustrated tears burned her eyes as she stopped, looking at the symbols on the floor in confusion. Footsteps stopped behind her but she refused to turn back to face the monster.

"Frisk, my dear, what are you doing out of your room? Did you enjoy your little game?" The baritone voice of her kidnapper called out form behind her. "Come now, let's get you back to your room. You must be so tired after walking so far on your own. We'll get you all situated and comfortable and then I can start on dinner for us. I have so much to tell you about today, I can't wait to spend some time with you love..." Frisk clenched her fists in the lavender fabric of her dress. The skeleton placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her forehead. His gloved hands gently, but firmly, turned her as he began leading her back to her 'room'. Frisk stared at the ground as Sans took her arm in his, going on about his day. She had felt so close, but oh so far, from freedom. Her soul pulsed really in her chest. Determination was still present at her core, and she had no doubts it lay in her sister as well. Frisk would not give up so easily. That much she was certain of.