Chapter 2
Entry 002
Toriel came by afterwards, Sans said Frisk was here, but he did not say why. It broke my heart when I walked into that lobby with bloodstained hands. The horror on her face, I knew she was silently praying to god that is wasn't her child. She must have seen the sorrow on my face, because she started to sob.
And Sans just sat in the corner, his hoodie up, covering his face. I could hear his quivering breath through the pauses of Toriel sobs. I panicked, I knew I had to fix it.
I rushed back to Frisk, giving her medicine. After a while, there was so many tubes… I felt like I was making her worse.You’re helping her, I kept telling myself. But standing here, I felt like I was doing nothing. I decided to run some tests.
I was to afraid to back to Toriel, I still didn't know what happened. I'm afraid if she asks and my only response will be, “I don't know.” And I don't think I can handle another round of her sobbing, it's like my heart was being chipped away every time I heard it.
I'm still trying to wash the blood from my lab coat.
Frisks POV
My heart pounded through my ears, snow melted through my shoes and my feet felt like they would fall of any moment. I gasped for air, the frigid air pieced my lungs. I sprinted and jumped over a log, but slipped. I scurried behind it, trying to hide myself. I can't get caught, I thought to myself. It's too early for me to lose.
I held my breath as crunching footsteps got closer, my heart was pounding so hard I thought they found me. Then the footsteps disappeared in the howling of the wind, I let out a huge breath. “Eh, you tried.” Chara grabbed my jacket from behind, “Got you.” She smirked and plopped down next to me, her cheeks and nose brushed with pink from the cold. “How did you find me so fast?” I said through gulps of air, she pulled her knees to her chest and looked up at the the night sky. “Experience, I used to win every round of hide and seek.”
She used to? I sat and wondered what she meant. Chara doesn't seem like the type to have any siblings, parents, to be honest it's like she grew up without a family. Her cold heart cold freeze anything with a single touch. But not me. I wasn't going to let her, maybe that's why she hates me, but can't leave me. I stared at her, my head resting against the log.
The soft blue rays of moonlight beamed on her face, her eyes glittering like ice, she glanced over at me. “Why are you staring at me?” She said as she stood up, my eyes widened, my cheeks heated from embarrassment. “Sorry, there must be something wrong with my eyes.” I tried not to smile, she tilted her head in curiosity. “Why?” She shoved her hands in her pockets. “Because I can't take them off you.” I giggled, Chara pressed her lips together in a thin line and shook her head in disappointment.
“Jesus christ.” I heard her break out a small giggle between words, but her expression remained serious. Under the mask of hate, I knew all there was, was a broken heart. Waiting to be fixed.
I took a deep breath, my hot breath in the cool air formed clouds that slowly rose up and disappeared into thin air. “Can we go now?” Chara whined, kicking a pile of snow. She winced when the snow melted through her shoes. “Yeah.” I said softly.
“So why did you go to Mt. Ebott?” Chara asked on our way back to Snowdin, I could feel my stomach drop. “Um, I-I don't really like talking about it.” I held my hands behind my back, looking down at my feet. “I never told anybody why, and it wasn't an accident. I knew that people never returned, it's just… I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me.” Painful memories started rushing back, I bit my lip to stop it from quivering. Chara rolled her eyes and continued. “Yeah, I get it. My parents weren't the best either.” She said carelessly. “But I didn't know lives were lost up there, well, no one really knew.”
I cocked my eyebrow up. “But, everyone knew.” I said, Chara just looked at me like she was waiting for something. After a few seconds of silence she groaned and covered her face. “Really, Frisk? You don't get it?” Her eyes widened at me, i shook my head slowly. “You're so dumb.” She muttered under her breath before continuing. “I was the first one to die, Frisk!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands to her sides, annoyed. “You’re the first child?” I said in low voice, surprised. I once spent hours searching libraries, newspaper articles and websites trying to find out who was here first. Every time I asked Toriel, her eyes got all misty. It was obviously something I shouldn't talk about.
I wanted to ask so many questions, but I just kept it simple. “Did you know Toriel?” I say, trying to keep the sudden excitement down in my voice. “Umm,” Her voice shook at first, “Yeah, I did.” She cleared her throat, tracing the wrinkles on her jacket with her thumb. “I knew everyone, we were all close. Except for Sans, he didn't like me. He was too smart.” I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I nodded my head at her anyways. “And they haven't changed much, I thought they would after Asriel…” Her voice trailed off. “This is dumb, I'm done answering your stupid questions!” I heard the pain in her voice, she rushed ahead of me with her head down.
I saw her shoulders tense up when she drew a shaky breath. I wanted to comfort her, I want to help her. I wanted to be there with her, but I knew she would just run away. She buried those memories deep in the back of her mind, and I just pulled them back to the surface. “Chara?” My voice was higher than usual, she didn't say anything. Her strides got shorter, but she didn't stop. “Shut up.” She snapped, after a pause.
Charas POV
Damn it. She's so annoying, I thought to myself. Trying to shake off the fluttering emotions squirming around in my chest. I hated talking about my past, she...she doesn't need to know about that. I don't want to tear our relationship more than it already has. “I'm sorry.” Frisk muttered softly behind me, I twirled around angrily.
I tried to act tough, and pissed off, even though I was broken inside. She must’ve bought it, because she looked down at her feet. The fluffy snow on her shoulders shook off when she shivered from the cold. She only wore her sweater outside. “Frisk.” I say, hard and coldly, my stare burning right through her. Her eyes slowly raised up. Frisks hair was wet and stringy, her cheeks and nose painted pink.
A heavy sigh hummed in my throat, what am I doing? “Ugh.” My hand covered half of my face. “Frisk,” I walked to her, taking off my jacket and swinging around her shoulders. “Don't ask again.”
Her warm smile made me feel tingly inside. I turned around on my heels, and walked away. “Thank you.” I heard frisk say before the I heard her crunching footsteps follow behind me.