Soulfell

Before the Show

Her stomach hurt.

Frisk groaned as she curled up in herself.

The group had gone back into the hotel room and Frisk was lying on the couch, pain all through her stomach.

"Why would you eat ice cream if you're lactose intolerant?!" Other Sans scolded her.

"Because it's so good!" Frisk told him. "Ice cream's worth the pain!"

"No, it's not!"

Frisk was about to argue back, but another sharp pain went through her gut and she moaned, curling in on herself more. After a moment, and continued. "My reactions to lactose aren't that bad! I just get some stomachaches! Other people who have it throw up or something." Another wave of pain went through her and she groaned again.

Sans groaned in her head as well. 'Why do you do this to yourself?!' He demanded, not fond of the pain he was feeling. 'This is awful!'

'Because the ice cream was so goooood!' Frisk cried. She gave another groan in pain.

Flowey spoke. "I don't know if I should feel bad for you, or just say that you should have seen this coming."

The human gave an annoyed whine at his response. Suddenly she felt movement at the other end of the couch and looked up to see Other Sans sitting there.

"Well, since you're stomach's being a jerk to you, why don't you play hard-to-get by ignorin' it and watchin' some tv, eh?"

Frisk gave a light laugh at his statement, and nodded, attempting to sit up. The skeleton grabbed the remote from the coffee table and clicked on the television.

Up popped what seemed to be a rerun of the quiz show that they were forced to play. Other Sans cringed, not liking the memory of how he was thoroughly humiliated by the robot. He changed the channel to see a rerun of the cooking show that the human had almost been chainsawed in half in. He changed the channel again to find the news report that had almost blown up (rimshot) in their face. One more click to change the challenge showed the fairy tale event where he had been forced to "duel" Mettaton to "win the girl" or something like that.

The skeleton gave an annoyed huff. "Are they seriously just playin' reruns of us?"

"Um, human...?" He heard Flowey's concerned voice.

Other Sans turned to see the human curled up on herself again and facing away from the television, maroon eyes wide. She was shaking, and taking sharp breaths. She wasn't in pain, he realized. She was terrified.

As fast as he could he shut off the television and turned back to her to see her reaction. She remained curled up, shaking, eyes wide.

"Sweetheart?" He asked her, hoping for an answer. When he didn't receive one, he asked again. Still no answer. He gave a concerned glance at Flowey, who shrugged, concerned as well. Other Sans scooted over to her and tapped her shoulder. "Sweetheart."

Frisk reacted to him this time, flinching at his touch before turning her head to face him, eyes in between confusion and fear. She looked over him, waiting for him to talk.

"You okay?" He asked her.

Frisk turned away and nodded. "Y-Yeah."

The skeleton sighed and looked at the powered off television. "Sweetheart? ... Why are you afraid of cameras?"

It was a question that Frisk hoped he wouldn't ask. She remained silent for a moment.

"Please?" The skeleton begged her.