Frisk's Determination

Poisonous Love

Little by little, Sans could feel his soul grow closer to you; for every smile, every laugh to the way his name fell through your lips. All these small things attracted his soul to be near you, to hold you. A bright red soul filled with determination that glowed with so much love. A glow that shined everytime he looked at you.

So to have that lovely red light shatter in front of him, his soul couldn't bear it. His white soul couldn't imagine living without that light that it was so accustomed to see. Even with his brother and friends around, Sans felt unbearably lonely. Trapped in a reset that only he could remember, he was starting to lose hope of ever getting out of it. At first his brother had the same deja vu's as him but soon he too had stop remembering them. In a frozen world that only he was aware of, his soul desperately wanted to hold onto the only other soul that knew of them.

As Sans held your crumbling form, his soul had also tried to hold on to what was left of your fading soul. But when you had disappeared into nothing, his soul felt as if it would break as it tried to grab on to you. But neither him or his soul was able to keep you from leaving him. Not only was he all alone once again, but it also felt as if you had teared a piece of his soul with you. He wasn't sure he could handle it, the loneliness, the pain. He wanted it all to end, the constant resets... the meaningless days.

The world must love to see him suffer as he found himself drowning in the dark. The sickly sweet scent burned his senses as he tried to keep himself afloat in a sea of pitch dark sludge. Unable to fight it, he sank deep down into nothingness. The last thing he was able to hear before darkness consumed him was that laugh. That disgustingly tooth rotting cackle. The next thing he knew, his body slammed against his bed. The impact dragged out a silent scream as his bones burned with ice. The chill ran deep into his skull. Unbearable pain that elevated his body from the bed, almost as if his bones feared that the source of the pain came from the mattress itself. A high pitch ring added to the skull crushing pain that almost blinded him. A pain that stole his breath away as his soul shook painfully as if it would tear at any moment.

As a puppet getting their strings cut, his pain vanished as he flopped back onto his mattress. He struggled to breath as he turned to his side. His phalanges dugged into his bed as he tried to gather his bearings.

she changed.... she changed back into that... thing!! i can't... not again. i can't go through that again...

Faced down on his pillow, he let his defeated sobs out. His tears of pain for the nightmare of seeing his loved ones turn to dust. His inability to protect anyone as one by one the demon hunted them down. Alone in his room, the pain wrenching tears of the small skeleton rang throughout the house. As the gentle snow fell upon the small town of Snowdin, the sounds of children laughing and the small chatters of the townfolk could be heard. Unbeknownst to them of the horror that would plague them.

A dream that was not a dream. A memory that never happened. A human he had no reason remembering. A tall skeleton stood in the middle of the snowy forest. Waiting. A promise he never made. A silent plea... the silent tears... The brave and kind skeleton waited in the snow. Waiting for a reason that should not exist. His soul waited for a special someone he never met.

《Papyrus...》 As soft as the fallen snow, he could hear his name in the empty woods. The skeletal monster turned around and his eyesockets open wide. Standing there with him underneath the falling snow was a person he should not remember.

Eyesocket devoid of any light, the short skeleton layed on his bed as he stared at his closed door. Never moving an inch, he continued to lay perfectly still. As the hours stretched on he could hear sounds of scurrying outside his window. The sounds of monsters shushing one another as multiple continued to pass his home. But soon the sound faded into an eerie silence. Laying like the dead in his darkening room, his mind was occupied by the genocidal memories. How quietly the slaughter of the monster kind went. No one aware of the horror that went on as their neighbors died until it was too late to run.