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

C22: Declined Save

A/n: Konichiwa, pinksterz!💕

Prepare this song, "Show Yourself" by Evan Rachel Wood and Idina Menzel".

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Pitch black.

Of course, she knew where she was, however, this time, she knew exactly what to do, to whom should she do this. She had this feeling that her recent incident was already fated, as if the world around her acknowledged her realization. At this moment, she finally knew how to stop it.

The voices.

The images.

The nightmares.

Everything.

Yet confusion still stood to fill her bewildered mind and soul of determination. Whatever might happen after she does so? Would she gain something? Would Chara finally let her go of her endless frenzied stance?

Was Chara even involved in this?

Frowning to herself, she knew she still had a lot of questions that are yet to be answered. Would this give her what she hoped to seek?

Shifting her wary gaze around the environment she was in, she came to a conclusion she's back once again in this enclosure of pure darkness and vacancy. She's becoming to be a usual tourist here it seems, and she's not about to laugh at what she thought to be as.

Walking, in the past a desperation, to the latter an irritating frustration towards this endless space beneath the outside world. A foreshadow, a backstage of whatever was playing on the platform, all accordance to one single script; her torment.

"I think... I know who you are." she whispered, laying her stare at nothing at all, "You don't have to hide, sir. Just, tell me. Tell me what you want!" she begged, yelling out a rhythmic echo, that unfortunately followed by the familiar ear raping sky-high pitch of ringing Silence, causing for her to cover her ears from its painful reckoning, enough for anyone who hears it to deafen in a possibly cruel fate. For a moment, she regretted screaming like that with no notice of its consequences at all, but...

She knew it was the only way for her to get through. This was the only time she could voice out her pains without worrying somebody might hear of her crimes. This was the only thing whoever was behind this wanted. Begged. Asked for. Pleaded.

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*3, 2, 1, play Show Yourself*

Every inch of me is trembling,
But not from the cold,
Something is familiar,
Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold,

Which she do familiarize with. She recalled a glimpse of his glint before, she just couldn't remember where, when, and why.

I can sense you there,
Like a friend I've always known,
I'm arriving,
And it feels like I am home...

For a brief moment, she believed she'd finally feel at peace, at home. That is, if the days of torture she was expecting to spend time with in the first place will ever end.

I have always been a fortress,
Cold secrets deep inside,

Multiple of those deceptions...

You have secrets, too,
But you don't have to hide...

She hoped for the day she'd purge that fact. And so ever would she feel any guilt at all.