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Frisk’s heartbeat pulsed in their ears as their feet pounded against the ground. Their sweater, which had once fit them perfectly, now barely clung to their body, sliding down their shoulder and letting the wind hit their sweaty neck. They had been running through the forest for what seemed like centuries, desperately trying to escape their captor. Tears ran down their cheeks, making their vision blurry, but they didn’t care. They just wanted to get out of there.
“Oh, Frisk~ Why are you running?~” Frisk’s captor, Chara, spoke in a smooth voice, not at all affected by the running they’d both been doing. Their voice echoed in Frisk’s mind, reminding them to keep running, keep running from this hell they'd been caught up in.
The sound of something being loaded made it’s way into Frisk’s mind, past the sound of their beating heart. They spared a glance behind them, and then instantly wished they hadn’t.
Chara was loading a crossbow, hands steady as their strides slowly closed the distance between the two. They didn’t seem to be running, actually, more like gliding across the forest floor, barely making a sound. The only indicator for where they were was their angelic voice, one that Frisk used to love, used to melt under, but now sent shivers up and down their spine and caused their skin to crawl.
Frisk looked ahead, at the endless trees and bushes, trying to find an exit, a road, anything that would save them from Chara.
“Frisk… Why would you run from me?” The crossbow was fired, causing Frisk to stumble and fall. They looked behind them, seeing Chara’s slowly approaching figure, and tried to get up.
But they couldn’t.
Glancing a their leg, they immediately noticed the large black and yellow arrow sticking out of their thigh.
“See, Frisk? Look what you’ve done…” Chara slowed to a walk, a sly smirk plastered on their face as they kneeled down to Frisk. “Didn’t you learn anything from Romeo and Juliet? Those who rush stumble and FALL”
And then everything went black.
Frisk’s head was pounding, but not like it was when they were in the forest.
Wait… They weren’t in the forest anymore… Where were they?
Peeking an eye open, they looked around, taking in the white room they had grown so accustomed to. Great… So I’m back here again…
Groaning and laying their head on the pillow (at least they were given one, right?), they noticed something… Off…
They hadn’t seen Chara anywhere.
In an instant, they were on high alert, propping their upper body up with their arms and craning their neck to see everywhere in the room. These actions seemed futile, for Chara was nowhere to be seen. And Chara was always around.
“Looking for me?”
Whipping their head around to the door, they barely noticed the tingling sensation around their knees. Chara’s eyes were fixated on something in their hands. Something sharp. Something shiny. Something small. While Frisk was used to Chara wielding a knife, this time they felt nausea swelling up in their gut.
“You know, Frisk, I would’ve thought you were smart enough to stay put, especially after your last attempt at running away.” Chara approached Frisk, slowly, twirling the small blade between their fingers. It was then that Frisk noticed it wasn’t the usual kitchen knife.
It was a surgical knife. And it was covered in blood.
Panic started to swell up in Frisk’s chest, causing them to check everything, to see if they even had everything.
Arms… Check
Fingers… Check
Tummy… Still feels whole
Legs… Wait…
Chara smirked even wider, as if they knew what Frisk was thinking, and without breaking eye contact, removed the sheet that covered Frisk’s legs.
Or, what was left of them.
Frisk’s vision grew blurry, their stomach tied in a knot as they threw up whatever was left of the food Chara fed them. They closed their eyes, but still couldn’t get the image of their stump legs out of their head. The way the stumps extended outwards slightly, the stitching a gruesome contrast of black on red on white. They couldn’t believe it… Chara had actually done it. They’d actually claimed Frisk.
And Frisk knew there would be no escaping this time.
“See, Frisk? Now you can’t run away. Now… We can be together F O R E V E R.”