Frans - SCP 3008

6 - Calvin

Calvin's POV

Dr. Montana runs away. It seems so spontaneous and weird.

Great. Sans' only chance of happiness, out of the window. Speaking of that, maybe Frisk is another one. He seems to like them.

I feel weird again. Maybe it's because of how I - quite literally - poured my heart and soul into Hobbes. I just realized that Frisk exists, like actually thinking about it. In The Land Beyond The Parking Lot, Frisk is the kid who saved the monsters. They were a kid.

That's how I learned souls exist. I found a machine and figured I should turn it on. It was sucking something green from my chest and put it inside my stuffed tiger. After some time, I woke up to a guy in a tiger shirt sleeping right next to me. I remembered what I saw on TV about the Monsters Ambassador, talking about souls and each of their special properties, green meaning kindness, yellow meaning justice, yadda yadda. They said that souls look like a mist of the color of the magic. I realized that I had put half my soul into my stuffed tiger, which I was planning to throw away later.

It was hard telling my parents that I accidentally put my soul into my doll.

I come back to main base as the lights dim. Sans sits on the couch while he's drinking some Icee we found today.

"Hey Sans." I said.

"heya, kid" he replied

"We found Montana." I said.

"really?" Sans said curiously

"Yep! But she got away. So I hope you don't scream bloody hell." I said, worriedly that he WOULD scream bloody hell.

"okay. but why would she want to get away from me?" Sans asked, sadly.

"What's her backstory?" I inquired.

"she couldn't save our brother so she went to a place and was never seen again." Sans answered.

"Probably some guilt crap like that" I said, chuckling.

We laughed to relieve stress, despite how bad of a situation we're in.

I suddenly come back to reality as the lights dimmed and Staff came to harass us. There weren't many, about ten to twelve. I realize we're screwed as the wall comes down. I punch one in the face, then I feel something penetrating my arm. I look down as I see a cylinder with a needle...

***

"Crap," I hear vaguely as I come to. I feel a searing hot pain in my leg. I try to get up, but it feels horrible and feels exposed. I look at my leg. It is bleeding and I see the leg bone (I know almost nothing about vital injuries so bare with me here). It looks green and hurts a lot. I look up. Sans, Frisk, Hobbes, and Ned.

"you're gonna die." Sans says quickly.

"I'M GONNA WHAT?" I respond, surprisingly weakly.

"Here, lemme check your stats... wait, what are stats? I don't remember..." Frisk said as they tapped my chest 3 times. Everyone looked up in amazement as a little black box with a white outline appeared, describing my soul and my current health state.

Calvin 5 ATK 1 DEF 0.1/26 HP
An extremely childish teen, weak but resourceful. Enjoys reading comics he made if himself and his stuffed tiger. Has a green soul of kindness, despite showing sexism during his early years. Has a naturally higher LV and has never hurt anyone before. He made a mistake with his soul, causing his stuffed tiger to come alive.

I stare in awe as Frisk stares in shock. Maybe the two Frisks are connected. I pass out again. And never wake up.

(A/N: i cant believe the first person i kill off is my favorite comic strip character.)