SilentTale [Sans X Frisk] (A Musical Frans Undertale AU)

C19: The Truth In The True Laboratory

A/n: Konichiwa, pinksterz!💕

Anyone of you are welcomed to be my friend, yes, but those who listens to TryHardNinja?!? Are my TryHard Buddies! A big brofist pump to all TryHarders out there!👊😄

He's my favorite singer and songwriter, so if you guyz don't know who he is, CHECK. HIM. OUT!

Anyways, I still have one remaining question to ask you all.

Who here in our presence would like to see a certain spectacled petite labcoat-wearing yellow dinosaur sing?

I

DO

:P

Anyways, prepare this song; "Follow Me by TryHardNinja" in this chapter. What? You've got a problem with me being an FNAF fan? Blame Markiboi with that!

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"👉☀👋🔥😐✏"

"🚩😟👈✌🔥👈📬✏"

"🔥❄✌🔯  👎👈❄👈☀💣👋💀👈👎✏"

"👉🔲♓¤⛎📬"

" 👉🔲♓¤⛎✏"

" 👉☀👋🔥😐✏"

"Gaaah!!!" She shockingly managed to let out for a few seconds, before she felt the familiar burning sensation in her vocals, causing her to clamp her mouth shut in pain. She just so recently woke up, jolting herself awake, as sweat slowly slid down throughout her whole body in trembling fear.

"Frisk?" The girl from the other bed groaned in irritance, rubbing her eyes before completely sitting up to face her brunette sister, "Again?" She asked, raising her mahogany eyebrow, only to receive a nervous nod from the girl.

She sighed, walking up to wrap her arms around her to a comforting embrace.

These dreams... Or are they dreams?

You couldn't tell if it was a nightmare, she was only taken aback in such a reaction because of the continuous pleas of the voices that rang in constant patterns in her head.

Voices?

Or rather, images, she couldn't tell.

Those pictures she's been seeing felt ominously familiar, she couldn't put her finger where. And most definitely, she didn't want to remember if this would be going on every day.

Yes, the dreams, hallucinations of unfamiliarly familiar recollections kept haunting her every night, giving her headaches of sorts.

Was this Chara's doing? She couldn't tell.

Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

"Let the music heal your soul
Let the music take control
Let the music give you
The power to move any mountain..."

Her trembling came to a halt at the sound of such melodic singing. Almost instantly, her troubles drowned in to the music her sister gave, completely forgetting the horrors with the help of the other's lull.

Frisk looked up with her now tear-stained complexion to see Chara smiling down at her with gleaming crimson irises, previously a haunting red in the past, now a sisterly loving gaze, meeting with honey-glazed golden orbs that shimmered through the transluscent liquid that threatened to flood out.