Their sobs slowly faded into hiccups and they rested with their head against Chara's chest, exhausted. Just let it out."įrisk cried in their arms until they couldn't any more. But neither emotion would help Frisk right now, so they pushed them away and gently kissed the top of Frisk's head. They could feel Frisk's whole body trembling and felt a wave of anger at the monsters for causing their gentle partner such pain, then guilt that their plan so long ago had started this problem in the first place. Frisk buried their face in Chara's chest, their tears soaking Chara's pajamas, but Chara didn't care. "Can I hug you? Would that be okay?"įrisk nodded after a few seconds and Chara pulled them gently into their arms, rubbing their back softly. They buried their face into their arms, sobbing.Ĭhara slid closer.
except for Papyrus, Mom, and Jerry, they never stopped…".
I pleaded and begged and she just kept hurting me.she wouldn't stop…." Tears filled Frisk's eyes. "It.It was the battle with Undyne.I can't remember which timeline. "Bad dream or bad memory?"įrisk was quiet for a few moments before speaking.
"It was just a bad dream." Frisk said softly.Ĭhara sat on the edge of the bed. "Want to tell me something with a little less bull crap?" You okay?" Frisk nodded, but Chara could tell from the way their eyes couldn't meet theirs that they weren't exactly telling the truth. Frisk's eyes flew open and frantically searched the room for a moment before seeing Chara and realizing where they were.Ĭhara smiled to Frisk, trying to reassure them. They knew from experience not to try to hug Frisk when they were in this state as it would just make Frisk feel trapped and fight more or hit Chara in a fright, so they kept their distance and nudged the bed. Their tossing and turning became more violent, and they threw their blankets off the bed and onto the floor, arms and legs flailing around as they tried to fight off whatever monster was tormenting their dreams.Ĭhara was afraid they'd hurt themselves if the dream continued. "Please….I don't want to fight.let me go!" they pleaded. Sometimes this method worked, but sometimes it didn't, and tonight Frisk didn't even seem to hear them. Tears were running down Frisk's cheeks as they tossed and turned, struggling with their blankets, letting out another heartbreaking whimper.Īll too used to these nightmares, Chara frowned worriedly, climbing out of their bed and walking over to Frisk's. Their brunette best friend was still asleep in the bed next to theirs, but clearly not peacefully. Their red eyes shot open and instinctively scanned the dark bedroom for danger, hand immediately going for their knife before realizing the sound was coming from Frisk.
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