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You cannot give up just yet... Frisk! Stay determined!
Our fate rests upon you... Frisk! Stay determined!
Their eyes opened, just barely. In the fuzzy view, they saw people standing over one. Two of them were taller, fluffy, wearing a familiar purple. The smaller, yet equally fluffy one was wearing green.
Frisk tried to move or talk. Or open their eyes and get a clear view, but nothing worked. It was a searing pain, trying to force them back to sleep.
Don't lose hope! Frisk! Stay determined!
They didn't try to respond. Because, for some odd reason, a word just didn't seem right. It was out of place.
In a strange sensation, Frisk suddenly felt detached from the situation. Still, nothing felt clearer or seemed any different, but Frisk listened closely this time.
CHARA, don't give up, you are the future of humans and monsters!
The voice, it was so familiar. So strange, so odd. The words? Frisk had heard them before, right?
The name... who is Chara?
Frisk. This is all just a bad dream... wake up!
And Frisk was awake. They didn't react suddenly, rather just slowly scanning the environment. They looked around, looking at the desk on the left and the treadmill directly infront.
They were in Sans room. Thankfully, he decided to fix the bed. Turns out he actually did have a clean mattress, bedsheets and pillows. He decided to keep the... offending items for the aesthetic - in his words.
Frisk let their head fall back to the pillow.
You woke me up, did you see the dream?
Yeah. I'm sure it's nothing.
I've seen that name. "Chara", I'm certain.
I don't think so.
Frisk sat up for a moment.
No, I do th-
You haven't. I'm certain.
Frisk frowned, knowing their "partner" would see it. But they didn't react. Silence.
Frisk grabbed their phone from under the pillow and quickly checked the time. 9:42.
That was enough sleep for them, they wouldn't be lazy and sleep extra, considering they were already awake.
They groggily travelled the hallways and descended the stairs, stepping over the sleeping bags that laid on the floor, empty. They found the source of the ever-familiar humming, Asgore - who was attempting to make breakfast.
Emphasis on attempting.
"Frisk, there you are! Have a good sleep?"
Frisk nodded, rubbing their eyes. They gestured towards the mush Asgore was experimenting with.
"Its... breakfast." He gave it a pat with the spoon. After a moment, he discarded it in the trash and brought out a loaf of bread.
"I changed my mind." He explained to Frisk.
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Undertale : Secrets (REMASTERED)
FanfictionSans has had an interesting past. A past that even his beloved brother barely even knows of. A past that, despite being so long ago, always finds a way to bite back. A past that defines who he is - but he longs to erase. A past that doesn't let go...
