Their little Frisk (Undertale fanfic)

🖤twenty-three🖤

•Sans' POV•

I had discussed what was happening with Papyrus. The thought of Frisk missing sent chills up my spine, and not the good kind. I had never felt so sick to my ribcage in my entire life. I sweated something terrible the entire time, waiting until midnight to escape. Honestly wouldn't be that hard with my magic. I was in my cell, my cell mate was constantly a heavy sleeper which was a giant slug monster that dripped of mucus which often left a big puddle on the floor and the bed soaked. It was really gross.
When it was lights out, my orbs glowed a faint fiery blue that was very dim and didn't provide me much light but I managed. Slipping a boney finger into the lock to pick it. When it "clicked" I smirked and gently pushed it open. I quickly threw one of my magic attack bones out one of the cameras to prevent any extra guards coming after me. I shuffled down the halls trying to find my brother in one of the cells. I barely dodged a few wandering guards, my magic boiling consistently from how stressed I felt.
"Brother! Over here!" Papyrus "whispered" or more like just talked at a normal volume.
I turned left and right before grabbing onto the bars of my bro's cell, seeing his red orbs in the dark.
"Papyrus!" I grinned, unlocking the door quickly, grabbing his hand and tugging him down the halls.
We were doing pretty well, avoiding guards and whatnot... That is until one of the doors required a keycard or a code. I seethed under my breath, looking around frantically.
"HEY! YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE!" A guard yelled making both me and Papyrus jump. "We got two monsters out of their cell-" the guard reported into his radio.
"I DON'T THINK YOU WANT TO DO THAT HUMAN!" Papyrus pointed out, slanting a socket with a devilish smirk.
"You're gonna have a bad time~" I cracked my knuckles, my blue magic flaring wildly.
Nobody was getting in the way of me finding my Frisk...

Nobody...

•Frisk's POV•

"Somebody HELP! Somebody help me!" I screamed but it was no use.
I was in a black void, I saw nothing but myself as of a light was inside me. Though I saw silhouettes of shadows like ghosts passing by. A million whispers all too quiet and sharp to even know what they were saying. I was scared, I was shaking badly as tears kept rolling down my cheeks.
"Papyrus?" I cried, looking to a shadow silhouette that looked a lot like Papyrus'.
I went towards it and tried reaching out to him like a child wanting to be held. Though I was surprised when I stumbled into a scenery. The black void was replaced by me standing in the kitchen back home- with Papyrus and Sans. I saw Papyrus making pasta and... A younger me? Helping? It was a memory when I first started cooking with Papyrus.
"Bahaba!" Younger me giggled, holding my teddy bear while pointing at the spaghetti and standing on a stool.
"SANS! WHAT IS THIS WORD THIS CHILD KEEPS SAYING!?" Papyrus asked Sans in confusion.
I looked over at the lazy Sans that wandered in, going right around me.
When I reached to touch Sans, the world quickly shifted and I became a little chilly. I was standing in the forest of Snowdin, then I saw a frantic Sans looking around.
"Kid?! Kid!? Where are you!" He called out in complete worry.
Tears kept coming down my face as I started running towards him. He looked in my direction and opened his arms to me in worry.
"I'm right here Sans! I'm right her-" I tried wrapping my arms around him but I fell through him like a ghost, the feeling was so cold and empty making me freeze.
My eyes were wide as I shivered, looking over my shoulder I saw everything was gone and it was back to a black void. My breathing quickened as I squinted my eyes, my hands grasping at nothingness.
"Kid?" I heard a voice echo, but it sounded so far away like in a cave with too many different paths.
"Sans?!" I called back. "SANS! HELP ME!!!" I screamed from the top of my lungs, falling completely and curling in a ball. "Someone... Help me...." I shivered, my skin began to turn blue as I breathed cold air, like I was dying.

•Chara's POV•

Me possessing Frisk's body was exhausting. She screamed inside for over 3 hours and I now have a massive headache. After I collect the purest souls, Frisk will be my last collection when I exit her body. I held the sword, it was covered so it didn't do my hands any harm. Even if it was uncovered a little like air was its power or something my hands seared like hot coals. I had already collecting Undyne's and Alphy's souls so far, almost got Mettaton's but I didn't sadly. I was going to go kill Sans and Papyrus at the jail, though... I found out quickly... Those little bastards had escaped and were probably looking for Frisk. Pathetic skeletons, they were going to be a perfect set for my trap. All I needed was some sob story and then we were all good. The place they'd think Frisk would go would be in Snowdin back home, which is exactly where we're going. By the way, the candies under the park benches are disgusting. Pretty sure one of them had... Yeah never mind. It was hard to carry a covered sword around, kind of just needed to... Ignore people's stares and act like ok not gonna murder someone, no matter how much my eyes glowed a murderous red like they always did. I was so excited to absorb all the souls. With 12 pure souls, I, will be able to make everyone bow to me and destroy those who don't.

I will start a war.