Part 11

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All that remained of the garden was a patch of buttercups. Chara walked through and picked the belt up.

It was a piece of oiled leather. Gold, shaped like flowers, was sewn in along the top and bottom. In the very center, a belt buckle in the shape of the Delta Rune shone.

"It's beautiful..." Frisk mumbled as she took the belt. Then her vision blurred.

"Why are you here?"

"Leave me alone!"

"FRISK, NO!"

-_-

When she came to, Frisk found herself lying in grass. She looked up at the sound of a river.

She was lying in a beautiful, tranquil scenery of shining blue waterfalls and flowers. Chara and Asriel were arguing some distance away.

"We have to tell her."

"It'll hurt her."

"So?! Chara, Frisk needs to know why Death is chasing her down."

"That's why we shouldn't tell her. I've known her longer-"

"Ahem."

The two glanced at Frisk. She clenched the belt tightly in hand. "Tell me what's going on. Now."

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