Coloured band-aids. - Asylumtale

Chapter 9

     Frisk fell into a pitch-black room, their body hurted but at least they were fine. They clapped and the sound flew around the room indicating it was a roomy and rather big place. They continued clapping trying yo find a wall and perhaps even a door or a way out. A familiar voice stopped them.

     -Who is there?

     But Frisk couldn't answer after all, so he clapped again.

     A small fire illuminated the room and it's holder was no other but Toriel.

     [Mom?]

     -Oh, It's you. I was so worried, I didn't know where were you as I really don't know what happened or where I am. I was at the Hospital and I fainted but when I woke up I was in this place.

     [It's all my fault, I was trying to help Sans and Gaster captured you to force me to turn him in.] They Signed.

     -I don't understand, child. Why would he want Sans?

     [Because Sans is way more powerful than him and he craves his powers. Plus Sans never hallucinated, it was the ghost of brother that he saw, I did too. Just like Napstablook or Mettaton. However he is ill, he suffers from PTSD due to the trauma of the murder, but that can be managed, can't it?]

     Toriel was impressed and worried, if Frisk was telling the truth that would not just mean that Sans was in danger but all her patients that were under Gaster's supervision and treatment.

     -Are you sure, child? That's a big accusation.

     [Have I ever lied to you, mother?]

     Toriel chuckled and placed a hand over their head. -Never.