Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Broken?

Frisk POV:

    I lied in my bed, not wanting to do anything. My whole body felt heavy, and my cheeks were stained with tears. But now, it feels as if all the tears have been dried out and now I just feel empty. It's been like this for almost two days now. I would only ever leave my room for meals. Everyone seemed to be avoiding me now, too, as if I were some sickly disease they didn't want to catch.

    Maybe I should just reset. If I reset, then maybe all of these feelings would disappear along with everything else. I know, that's not the way it works. But maybe, somehow, it would happen. Maybe I would be fixed. I remember, when they had tried to fix me. I remember my councilor, too. I didn't like the councilor. I didn't like the thought of being broken and having to be fixed once again.

      He would tell me it's okay to be sad. But that was when I didn't have to pretend. When I didn't have people in my life worth pretending for. A loud knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. "HUMAN? MAY I COME IN?" I sat up and plastered a smile on my face. "Come in." Papyrus opened the door, his smile wide. He had a container in his hands, to which he displayed proudly.

      "HUMAN! I MADE YOU SOME GET-WELL SPAGHETTI SINCE SANS TOLD ME YOU WERE SICK!" I stood and took the spaghetti from him and set it down on my desk. "Can I have a hug, Papyrus? I really missed you." Papyrus said nothing but opened his arms wide. I melted into the hug. In case you didn't know, Papyrus is a really good hugger. I pulled back reluctantly and smiled at him, this time genuine.

       "I really love you, Papyrus. You're my best friend, in the whole entire world." (Frisk does not mean this romantically! So don't freak out!) "Papyrus!" Sans rushed up the stairs and stood between me and Papyrus, in a protective stance. I could feel my heart break, just a little more.

      "SANS? WHAT'S WRONG? IF YOU WANTED A TURN WITH THE HUMAN YOU SHOULD'VE JUST ASKED!" Papyrus frowned and crossed his arms. "Ah... y-you're right paps, my bad." He chuckled and turned towards Papyrus. "Let's, uh, go downstairs and let her rest." They both left the room and shut the door.

      I swallowed hard. I hated myself. I hated that I couldn't be trusted. I hated that I had to pretend, and that I wasn't fixed and perfect as I was expected to be. I look down at my hands. I could feel it. My determination, was getting weaker, and weaker. I was familiar with this feeling. This had happened, just days before I had fallen down Mount Ebbot.

Sans POV:

    It wasn't that I couldn't trust Frisk, it's that I couldn't trust Chara. I led Papyrus away from Frisk's room, my hands shaking. I could have lost him again, right then and there. I couldn't let that happen, not again. "SANS, FRISK SEEMED... DIFFERENT." I looked at him as I sat on the couch. "What do you mean, bro. "

    Papyrus looked upstairs, a worried expression on his face. "I THINK SOMETHINGS WRONG..." He cleared his throat, and posed heroically. "I WILL GO AND CHECK ON HER ONCE AGAIN!" My eyes went wide as I instinctively grabbed his hand. "I think we should just leave her alone." I shrugged, trying to play it cool.

     "Well, Frisk has seemed distant lately." Toriel appeared from the kitchen, holding an ovenmit in her hands. "I've been trying to give her space, but..." Toriel looked up at the stairs, tears brimming her eyelids. "I-I just don't know how to help, and she's been acting so strange lately..." She let out a shaky sigh and smiled. "But she would let us know if something was up, so I try not to worry so much." I looked away. Was that really true?