Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Now, and Then

         The picture above has nothing to do with the chapter, I just thought it was cute. Hope you enjoy! 

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As soon they had arrived at her room, an immediate blush crept it's way across her cheeks. Her room was an absolute mess. "Sorry for the mess....." She mumbled quietly. Sans grinned, "It's not like my rooms any better then yours."  She sat on her bed with a sigh, "Yeah, I guess so."

          He sat down next to her, then said with a yawn, "Geez kid, you sure you alright? I mean, I had to have come here for a reason, right? I never wake up at this time." "Well, I did have a small nightmare. Nothing to worry about though." He looked at her questioningly " What was it about?" Frisk's mind flashed back to the terrible genocide run. The thought that he still remembered that timeline made her feel sick inside. How did he not hate her? "Sans, I would rather not talk about that."

       He seemed to understand what she was talking about and shook his head understandably. "Kid, your not the same person anymore. You know that. I know that." If only she could tell him about Chara. About how that girl had tormented her, how she had took control of her. If only Sans knew........ That would make things much better.

        But, this is how things were. The one time Frisk had tried to alert someone of Chara being in her mind, the punishments were brutal. Chara had given her terrible nightmares, and would cause her a terrible sharp pain in her stomach whenever she had felt like it. Frisk never tried to tell someone again. But, maybe, if she could just get the words out help would come. She didn't want to risk the chances though. She laid down on the bed, and let out a long yawn.

        "Geez, how long you been awake kiddo?" Frisk was half asleep, the world around her fading away. "Since around 1 o'clock. Sans' mouth fell open. He was about to push for more questions until he noticed she was out cold. He slowly laid down next to the girl and closed his eyes. He thought of the genocide route, and how Frisk had changed since then. Things were so different. I mean, of course Sans was glad Frisk was no longer a killing machine, but he sometimes wondered if she had really changed for good. He sure did hope so.