Frisk's night off was mainly uneventful. Well it was is until.........
Chara giggled in Frisk's mind as she took control. But, Frisk could still see everything. She could see all of her friends being mercilessly murdered. And then Sans...... oh Sans. Frisk's throat would become dry and painful as she screamed and cried for Chara to stop. Her sins, crawling on her back, would be much to heavy to ignore. And then, Sans fell asleep, and was kill-
Frisk woke up, in a pile of sweat. Tears ran down her light pink cheeks. When she had woken up, her very first instinct was to scream. She didn't want to wake up Toriel, or Asgore, her adoptive parents. She knew that this would worry too much. She didn't want to cause any trouble. She quietly got up and tiptoed to the kitchen, sure to not wake anybody in the content home. She quickly made some coffee and went back to her room. She didn't want to fall asleep to confront one of those terrible nightmares again. So, she decided to do some of the worksheets Toriel had given her.
Frisk had been too busy being ambassador to attend school, but Toriel was sure that she got the education she needed. The rest of the night was peaceful, until she heard the doorbell ring. She peeked into the hallway to see if one of her parents had gotten up, but they seemed to still be sleeping. Well, it was still 4:00 in the morning. She crept downstairs and opened the front door cautiously.
Sans? "Kid, are you okay?" He seemed incredibly worried. And since when did he wake up at 4 in the morning? "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Why did you come here though? Why so early?" A slight blush overcame Sans' cheeks. "I don't know..... I just felt I was needed here. I know it sounds strange, but it's true." Had he known about the nightmares? But how? Should she tell him? "I'm alright Sans. Why don't you come in?" He nodded, as they walked up to Frisk's room.
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Hiding (Undertale frans story)
FanficIf the pain that you have inflicts pain on others, hiding is what seems like the best option. But what can hiding lead too? Plenty of possibilities filled up Frisk's mind as she sighed. What could she possibly do to fix this mess she had created? (A...