How terrible is it
To love something that
death Can touch
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This place wanted her dead for sure
But it wasn't any different up there.
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Frisk opens her eyes as she sat up Her eyes are all blurry and swollen making it hard to for her to see, she flickers her eyelids a few couple of times to have a better sight. She clutch the somehow warm and soft bed sheet that smells like cologne, She closed her eyes and lie down closing her eyes drowning deeper inside the blanket
when suddenly realisation struck her making her jolt out of the bed falling to the ground. Her hair is messy and dried saliva is stuck on her face below her chapped lips making her Feel disgusting. She looks around, still on her knee This room is quite huge....the interior is much simpler than the others.... The colour was mixed with dark blue and black and the only golden materials around is just the fire place that looks elegant and out of this world, other Than that everything just seems plain yet modest.
Frisk just sat there, confused and perplexed on how in the world did she even get here She tries to recall of what happened last night Trying to dig inside her memories.
She remember being cold and awake
And she remembers walking on the stairs Trying to find something.....or someone?
And....she remembers crying...a lot of crying actually And...... ...... That's all she remembers. This habits of her being half conscious and the other part of her just sails away from her body always bothers her, and sleep walking isn't such a surprise for her when she's on the surface.... She faces many therapies and maids keeping her from chances of falling down the stairs and accidentally snap her neck.
She have to get out quickly before sans finds out that she accidentally sleep walked to someone's room... Oh gosh....how badly she didn't want him to wake up just yet... She stands up quietly and tip toed towards the door turning the knob slowly not trying to make a noise She swung upon the door..... And there it is....Sans infront of her with a mug on his hand... He looks as surprised as she is, his face then turns to a scowl and it makes her heart stop for a second Her chest felt tight and her breath hitched "You're awake." He lean to the door swirling his mug with a brown-ish liquid still with his face of displeased...and frisk could understand why he gave her that look. "W-where am i?" She retorted looking down afraid to meet his eyes...he only gave her a chuckle sipping on his drink and gave frisk his usual upfront grin..... "Should be asking you the same question there-where do you think you are princess." He blurts out sarcastically moving closer to her making her whole body stiffened. "What are you doing late at night walking around the hall like a freak?" He spat making her flinch... the choice of word really make a deep cut....but she's used to be called a freak and there's worse things people have called her...
The question is still hanging in the air and sans is waiting for an answer Frisk is still trying to remember what else did she do Last night, she grip on her pale night gown nervously.... Sans waited... And waited But there is no answer...just heavy breathing and her head looking down...trying to distract herself and it bother the living hell out of him. "Fucking answer me." He groans trying his hard to hold back his anger, he knows what she was doing walking around the mansion.... "Iam cold and hungry and tired.....im searching for you like....i don't know! An hour?....and who even drink a bottle of whiskies with a mug?!"
