Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Don't Lie

     I tried to write a longer chapter this time. It's still pretty short but I'm getting there! Thanks for reading!

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      Frisk reached the small bustling town fairly quickly. Her anxiety was higher then ever. Their all going to be so mad at me for worrying them. And Sans hates me too. Oh my god, what am I going to do? She was so lost in her thoughts that she accidentally bumped into a frogit. "I'm sorry!" She said quickly before continuing home. About 5 minutes later, she arrived at the house. She walked in. The house was strangely silent. She sang out in a cheery voice, "I'm home!" Nobody came.

        Her mood quickly turned from slightly stressed to worried and frantic. She ran up the stairs to her parents room. "Mom? Dad? Are you there?" She searched the whole house but found nothing. She sighed and searched her mind for possible thoughts on where they could be. She pulled out her phone and instinctively called Sans. She would always call the bonehead whenever she was stressed, or worried. Then she remembered that her and Sans weren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. But before she could cancel the call, Sans had already picked up.

          So.... I can't really hang up now, right? "Yello?" Sans deep voice soothed her despite their problems. "Kid? You okay?" She was at loss for words. What should I say? "Um, yeah. I'm fine." She answered briskly. Her answer hung in the air, and she blushed at the awkwardness. "So, why did you call me?" Oh. Yeah. She couldn't find her parents. It bothered her how he acted like nothing happened. "I can't find Toriel or Asgore. Are they with you?" Sans chuckled softly, and waited a moment before answering. "Yeah, Paps made a spaghetti breakfast and invited everybody over. Where did you go, any way? You kinda just disappeared." She awkwardly shifted, holding her stomach where she was impaled before. "I fell asleep in a field. It doesn't matter anyway. Thanks for letting me know where everybody was."

           Sans tried to say something else, but Frisk hung up before another word could be said. She lifted her shirt slowly to see her wound had bled through the bandages. A deep voice rung out beside her. "Wow, we really need to change those. Want help?" She jumped and let out a shriek as she turned violently to reveal a tired looking skeleton behind her. He looked at her and rose his 'eyebrows'. "Hey." She croaked. He sighed, and responded with a calm voice, "Let's replace the bandages." He walked to the kitchen and Frisk followed behind him. He grabbed a few clean bandages and a small washcloth. Frisk lifted a small part of her shirt to reveal the wound, and Sans wasted no time on cleaning it. Frisk clenched her teeth in pain, and held back a scowl. Since when was I so bitter?

           "Sorry kiddo, but it was you who chose to stab yourself." Sans said, not looking up from the wound. Frisk angirly responded, "Well, which would you rather? Me dust you, or stab myself?" Sans sighed as he backed up from her stomach and admired his work. "There, your all cleaned up." He sat down at the other side of the table, across from Frisk. He simply started with, "Why don't you tell me who Chara is?" Frisk went over the list of responses she came up with in the forest, but they all seemed to be trash. She looked at him, and simply stated, "Asgore's adopted daughter. The first human to fall. She...... has an intent to kill. I'm not sure why." Sans shook his head slowly. He looked lost in thought. "I never got to ask, how did you end up falling down the Mount Ebott anyway?

           Frisk became pale. Nobody had ever asked her that question, so she was suprised "I was adventuring." Another lie. "What do you mean? Like, taking a hike?" She paused for a second. "Yeah. Like taking a hike." He looked puzzled and angry. "Going on a hike where people never return from?" He knew she was lying. But Frisk continued this little story she started, despite Sans' growing anger. "I was curious." This seemed to be Sans' cracking point. He slammed his fists on the table and said in an annoyed tone, "Why won't you just tell me the truth?" There was a hint of sadness in his voice. Frisk finally said in a plain voice, "It was a failed suicide attempt."