QuatreTale

Chapter Three

Nightmares. Flashbacks. A weird language pounded in Frisk's mind. She's recalling everything. The timeline where she defeated Flowey. When she saved Asriel. Then Genocide timeline. Witnessing deaths by her hand over and over again. Sans's death. Someone who looked like Chara, but he was in a different outfit. He raised his knife to kill Sans. No! She tried to shout in her dream for it to stop. But no voice came out. All she could do is cry.

(I remember. As if I went through these things. Why...? Why?!)

Tears streamed down Frisk's face. Her hands clenched against something. Warm? Her eyes raised to a sleeping skeleton. It seemed she was holding him tightly in her sleep.

(Oh, crap!) Frisk's face felt like it was on fire. She didn't want to move.

Sans wasn't really sure what had happened. He just knew that he opened his eye sockets after feeling something warm and looked up to see Frisk. His face, of course, was turning blue again. "F-Frisk?" He asked. "Care to shed some light on this dark area?"

Sans felt himself cringe a bit. The joke was terrible even for him. His jokes seemed to not be as good when he was nervous. Or maybe it was just because all he could focus on was that extremely red face.

Frisk squeezed her eyes shut and then pretended she was still sleeping. Fake snoring and kind of made herself roll away from him. How can a skeleton be so warm? What is this feeling?!

Chara peeked, making sure he wasn't seen. He felt a twinge of a new feeling. Jealousy. Chara shook it off though since he isn't about that.

Sans chuckled a bit seeing her terribly fake sleeping. He decided not to make her more embarrassed by calling her out for it. He started to contemplate his next move. Frisk needed comfort but was it too much? Eventually he got over it and reached over. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. It was so warm...

Frisk's eyes opened from Sans's hand. "S-Sans?" Frisk muttered shyly and blushed deeper. Her heart felt tingly for some reason. His hand felt so nice against hers and squeezed his back out of reflex.

.....

Toriel made her way out of the ruins. Killing any monsters that had gotten in her way.

She was singing an eerie tune. "Child... why don't you love me... why won't you stay to be torn apart?"

The town of Snowdin comes into her view. Her nose sniffs the air. There. At that inn. She smells the human. There's another human smell?

...

The inn started to shake for some reason. Chara jolts up in a defensive manner and kept close to his brother.

(This doesn't seem good..!) Chara thought in a panic.

As the inn started to shake Sans sat up quickly. Something was happening! He didn't even realize how tightly he was holding onto her hand now. He looked over at Chara and saw him jump up as well. Frisk was also panicking. The door was locked, but someone was trying to break in. A fireball blasted the door out of the way, waking up Asriel. Chara shielded him from any of the impact since their bed was closest to the doorway. He actually had a frightened look on his face. There, stood Toriel, with a twisted expression.

It wasn't like his mother, Toriel. There was something different about this one. "Mom?" Asriel asked in a confused tone.