Frisk sighs as she forces herself to sit up from the cold, cruel reminder of the thing that haunted her on the surface in her dreams (what little she got in her state of extreme depression [through her parents fighting might I add). Such an innocent symbol to a child, but to her, the yellow flowers are a reminder of the pain, the suffering, that was lost in the last timeline, for you see, last time was...... different. Chara interfered and my God was it horrid. To have to sit and watch from the back of your mind as you're forced to kill your friends and your love. She wanders (I know Frisk is gender neutral, but work with me. Maybe another time they'll be male) through the ruined rooms, until she runs into the demon that traps Asriel.
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Sans awakes screaming and crying. He had lost his Frisk. Again. But.... none of the timelines have ever been so....... brutal. Frisk was.... she was fighting that disgrace that's left Asriel, and... she was trying to fight that beast of a human inside her. I was- am. So proud of her. She had been doing so well.... The timeline had lasted 7 years before she couldn't handle the pressures of Chara. I hope she heard me through Chara as the brat drove that stupid knife through my skull. Her tears..... not Chara's, fell from her face. And as I watched with my dying breathe, Chara split from her, only to slice her heart in two. He sighs, and shakes the memory off. "I-I need to make sure Paps is okay..." He forces himself up, and trudges up to his brother's room, knocks softly, and whispers "Bro, you okay?"