Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Jeremy's Request

Frisk POV:

"Frisk?" A tiny voice squeaked in the distance, calling my name. It sounded scared, small, and helpless. I walked forward, grass crinkled beneath my feet. I was back in the sunflower field, the one that had withered away. It was still decomposing. The dead field didn't seem to match the bright, sunny sky. I saw a small child sitting in the grass, looking up at me. My eyes widened. "Chara? Its that you?" It didn't make any sense, Chara wasn't a child, they seemed to be in their teens, just like me. "Help me."

I woke up gasping and panting for air. Blueprints surrounded me, written in a strange language I couldn't seem to understand. I thought that maybe if I figured it out, I could get Chara back. Every time I went to sleep, they would call out to me, for help, as a small child. It killed me every single time.

My soul was still losing determination at an even quicker rate now. I had estimated that in about 3 days it would all be gone. My soul would then turn into a grey soul, a soul without emotion or feeling, nothing at all, in some rare cases though hatred was shown. This depended on how tormented the soul had been. Before, I couldn't bare to see my soul like that, which had led to my decision to go to Mount Ebbot.

I took a few deep breaths, and dragged myself over the the kitchen I had been using, and made a small meal. I then returned to my work of decoding the impossible language. A crackly radio had been keeping me company, without it there would be no sound, which would surely drive me to madness.

I had decoded 2 words thus far; too, and is. At this rate, I would be a gray (Term used for those whose souls have lost their trait- gray soul), and Chara would too far gone to save. I had to quicken my pace, which would mean less sleep, eating, and free time. Which would mean I would be a gray far sooner then expected.

Sans POV:

"Frisk isn't here." I kicked an old box, dust flying in the air. "I could have sworn... she had loved this place, I tell you. She would have-"

"I don't care, she's not here, and I need to find her immediately. If you don't mind me, I'll be leaving now." I was about to teleport when Jeremy grabbed my hand. "Please stay, I know she might be in danger, but please stay. You would like to hear her story, would you not?" I hesitated. Of course I would like to hear her story, but I needed to find her, and that wouldn't be his place to tell me, would it?

"My top priority right now is finding Frisk. Not looking through old abandoned houses which haven't been touched in years." Jeremy's face fell, and he scratched the back of his neck. "It's not just any house, this was where she lived. Her childhood home, I thought she might... never mind, you're right, we need to find her. But I do have one request." I was anxious to go and search more, but Jeremy was Frisk's uncle, so I felt I should at least hear what he had to say.

"Ask away, Buddy." He smiled slighted, and scratched the back of his neck, once again. "Can I... can I help search too? She might not be happy to see me, but I have something I need to say to her." I sighed heavily, and looked around. "Okay, you can help."