Ghost's Of The Past
After I’m done eating he walks up with a piece of paper and a pencil and asks
“So kid you know how to write right?”
I nod
He hands me the paper and pencil
“Okay kid let me introduce myself, I’m Sans, Sans the skeleton”
“So what’s your name?”
I write *Frisk
My hand writing is not the best but I do know how to read very well.
“Well hi frisk, so what were you doing in that cabin, where are your parents?”
I write *We were camping and I got lost, I am in this state because I have been trying to get back for a week now
I lied, I can’t let him know the real reason why I’m out here. I’ve been in foster care before, it all ends the same… People would call Chara and I freaks because of our red eyes. We usually would be beat-en and called the devils children, so we escaped.
“Okay frisk do you need any help getting home?
I write *No I’m fine, I just need a map, I know the way back
I smile at him with the smile I have practiced for years pretending that everything was fine.
“Okay kid but you’re staying here for now because I’m not letting you go out at night.”
He points at the clock its 11:49
“C’mon kid you should sleep”
He leads me back to where I woke up
“You want to keep the lights on?”
I nod
Sans leaves the room, leaving me alone…
Almost
I look up and see Chara she has been here following us the whole time
I sign to her (something I learned how to do a long time ago because dad couldn't talk)
*What’s going on, aren’t you dead?
“I-I don’t know, I've been here this whole time, with you”
*So what? I nearly died and now I can see ghosts? That sounds like something that would happen in some random fanfic that has tons of others that follow nearly the same plot line
Fanfic, a word I learned when I asked a passing teen what he was talking about.
“Yah pretty much, but if this is a fanfic we shouldn't keep trying to break the fourth wall, terrible things could happen like the readers hatting it and forcing the author to stop writing causing our world to just stop.”
At this we just start giggling then it broke into full on laughter, something we haven’t done since dad died…
“Well you should go to sleep now you deserve some rest, don’t worry if you’re worried about the people who live here I’ll keep watch.”
I rest my head no the pillow, too tired to complain about it being too soft, and I fall asleep…