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"I know what you did." Said that cruel, mocking voice. "You murdered her."
"No, I didn't mean to! I just wanted her to- to listen!! I- p-please, I-"
"M-my child... how could you..." And then they were covered in her dust and it was in their lungs and they tried to call out but nobody came and-
It was Asgore. He was mad. Mad, mad, mad, mad-
"Shut up!! Fucking shut up!! Look what you did, you fucking shit!!"
Frisk raised their arms to cover their head instinctually. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please, please don't hurt me, I can do better I promise!!!" They pleaded.
"Shut the FUCK up. You should feel bad. You deserve to be hurt. You understand me?!"
Frisk trembled. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-"
They awoke with a start, heaving. Asgore. Asgore had sounded like him. Asgore wanted to hurt them. And they deserved it, they were bad, they were bad and Asgore hated them and-
"Frisk! Is everything alright?" Asgore asked from beside them, gently placing a paw on their knee.
Frisk flinched, Asgore pulling his hand away in surprise. "Sorry!" They squeaked. "S-sorry, I'm sorry, p-please don't- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm-" They whispered, knees curled to their chest, elbows bent with their hands clutched behind their head.
Asgore faltered. They were still whispering sorry's, voice shaking.
...Ah.
"Frisk. Please listen to me." He started gently. They didn't move, still breathing in shakily, but their quiet pleas stopped. "Okay. Can you please do something for me?" He continued. Frisk sniffled in response. "Can you tell me three things you can see?"
Slowly, Frisk opened their eyes. "Th-the bed. Your- your paw. M-my, um. My hair."
"Good job, little one. Can you tell me three things you can hear?"
"Um. Y-you talking. Birds, um. Birds chirping outside. And... um... I... I c-can't hear anything else..." They said quietly, voice trembling.
"That is alright, little one. Can you tell me some things you can feel now?" He continued.
"The bed. The sheets. My, um, my clothes. A pillow. Against my back. Um. My hair against my hands." They mumbled quietly.
"Very good, little one." Asgore encouraged. "Do you know where you are?"
"Y-your house?" Frisk said into their knees as if they weren't sure.
"Yes. Meaning you are safe. No harm will come to you while you're here. Alright?"
"...yeah. Y-yeah, alright."
"Alright. Now. Can you think of anything that would help you feel better?" He asked. Frisk shrugged. "Hm. May I hug you?" Frisk shrugged again, then nodded. "...Frisk. Do you want a hug?" He clarified.
"I... yes, please."
Asgore moved over, pulling them close to his chest. They pulled their knees back up to hug them to their chest, leaning sideways into him.
"Were you having a nightmare?"
"Y-yeah."
"Would you like to tell me what it was about?"
Frisk shifted uncomfortably for a moment. "U-um. Promise not to get upset?"
"Of course, Frisk."
"...y-you." They admitted quietly. "B-but, um, not quite. You. It was. You were acting like. My dad. My, um. My human one. He was. Um. H-he said that..." Frisk took a shaky breath in. "He was, um. Yelling. At me. And he, um. He sounded like... like he was going to hurt me. Th-that's what. It was about."
Asgore took a deep breath in, trying not to lose his temper in front of Frisk- especially not now. Unthinkingly, he raised a hand to their head, holding them even closer. Deep breaths.
"Asgore...?" Frisk whispered.
"Sorry. I am not upset with you. I am just..." he bit his lip. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, little one. You will never have to again. I promise."
They were silent for a few minutes. Asgore frowned.
"Frisk? Are you here?"
"Hm? Yeah. Where else would I be?" They said quietly.
"Ah. Sometimes, when remembering something upsetting, or when they're sad, people's minds are... somewhere else."
"Oh! I get that!" Frisk said, rather too enthusiastic for the subject matter. "Like, um... you feel like... you're back to when the upsetting thing happened, or... you just, um, are kind of... really spaced out?"
"Yes, little one. It is not really a good thing to experience." He paused. "If you are ever feeling like that, please tell someone if you can and we will help. Alright?" Frisk nodded. "Thank you. Now. Would you like to talk about it?"
Frisk hesitated. "Not right now. Sorry."
Asgore shook his head. "There is no need to apologise, little one. Now, what do you say about getting some breakfast?"
"Yes, please."