Soulfell

Truths

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Frisk woke up in the bed again, and she once more made sure to get out as fast as she could.

"Human!" Flowey called. "Please! Calm down! I don't want you to die again!"

Other Sans heard all of the commotion and stirred awake.

Frisk didn't care if she died again. She just wanted to be alone. She bolted to the door again.

'No you don't!' Sans took control and stopped her, almost tripping over himself.

Frisk fought for control. "Let go!" She yelled.

Sans took control, trying to pull them away from the door. "I can't let you!"

Frisk desperately reached for the knob. "I want to leave!"

Sans yanked her hand back. "That's what they want!"

"Stop it!"

"Calm down!"

"Leave me alone!"

"Listen to me!"

"No!"

"Stop fighting!"

"GET OUT OF MY BODY!!!" Frisk screamed.

Flowey and Other Sans were watching in awe and shock. The human was grabbing their own limbs, kicking their own legs, pushing forward, pulling back. This is the first time Other Sans had seen the human fight with his counterpart like this. No, this was a full on war. It was...unnerving.

Just what had happened between them?

Frisk struggled to keep control. She had about half of her body, but then she would take or lose a limb in the fight. Sans was nearly as determined as her. If only she could block him out or... wait a minute.

"There's a fun thing that you can do with your combined soul; you can block out the other person's mind temporarily."

Frisk's eyes lit up. That's it. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, focusing all of her energy into blocking out her mind roommate.

Sans suddenly put up less of a fight in her body. 'Wait, kid! Don't do this!' He yelled, voice becoming more distant. 'They want this so they can take your soul!'

Frisk hesitated at the comment, but continued anyways. She still wanted to be alone right now. She focused more than she ever had in her life. She could hear him calling out to stop, but his calls were softer and softer. Almost there.

Frisk felt a hand grab her and spin her around before she was pressed against a red sweater, arms wrapped around her. The movement was such a shock that she couldn't focus on blocking Sans out anymore. She tried to pull away, but the arms wouldn't let her go. She tried to push away, but her arms were pinned at her sides.

"I have no idea what the hell is goin' on," Other Sans said, "but I know that you two need to chill out for, like, two seconds before somethin' crazy happens again."

Frisk tried to fight against his hold more, but after a few moments of struggling, she gave up. Her eyes began tearing up, but dried almost immediately on the skeleton's shirt.

"...You don't have to pretend to care anymore..." Frisk finally said.

The skeleton was taken aback. "'Pretend'?"

Frisk nodded in his chest. "I heard what you said. Sans w-was right a-about you... th-that you did-didn't c-c-ca-care..." She began sobbing uncontrollably.

Other Sans blinked once, twice, three times. How did her perception of him make a completely 180? Whatever the reason, it wasn't true. "Sweetheart, you don't really believe that, do you? You've had to much faith in me until now. Did I—?" He squeezed her just a bit tighter. "I didn't do somethin' wrong, did I?"