This is just a doodle that I made in English on Tuesday. A little something on how my life is going ^^
(I've loved the same boy since 7th grade ahhh) ><
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Frisk POV:
'Frisk!' I heard someone yell. My thoughts were hazy, I couldn't think, couldn't concentrate.
What happened?
'FRIsk!' They yelled again. A masculine voice that echoed throughout the room I was in. Was I in a room? I still need to get my thoughts together. They were scrambled like a jigsaw puzzle.
"FRISK!" Someone yelled my name one more. The man's voice sounded awfully familiar. My head hurt, and my neck pulsed with pain. I slowly reached my hand up to my head, where the pain hurt the most.
My eyes slowly opened, being blinded by the bright lights of wherever I was. A hallway?
Where was I? I seemed to be asking myself that quite a bit.
My thoughts were jumbled and hazy, I needed a bit to recapture my mind. I need to come back to reality.
"FRISK!" The voice yelled again. I should feel them poking and prodding at me harshly, trying desperately to get me to awaken. I was trying, I really was.
They grabbed my shoulders and shook them, a light, gentle shake, but just harsh enough to make you uncomfortable after a while.
I started with a half-lidded stare at them— no, him. A white blob of my poor vision, as the oxygen tried to flow back into my brain.
"KIDDO! Wake UP!" He said once more, a low, panicked voice that seemed to straighten the figure slightly more.
Sans? 4? ...No— 2 of you?
My head hurts, damn it.
Soon after that, the multiple images of Sans quickly merged into one, and my muffled hearing came back to life.
It's cold in here.
"What? Whe—" I tried to say, sitting up slowly, holding my head in pain from where I could guess where I landed on it.
Oh yeah, that's right. I was attack...ed...
I can't remember how I got like this. I need to remember.
"Oh, thank god." He mumbled under his breath. "Kid, I left you for an hour! What the hell happened? You scared the shit outta me!" He said, getting up off of his knees with a sigh of relief. He extended his and to lend me an arm to help me stand up.
Wait- if you're here, where's—
"Where's Chara?!" I blurted, looking around, up and alert after taking his kind gesture of help. "Where is she?!" I looked at the closed apartment door, which was locked and secure.
"I checked the security footage" He began. "She really was there." He hesitated, catching his breath. I took his offering hand and stood up with weak knees. "The power cut off before I could check to see where she went." He said, looking to the side.
So he doesn't know that she was here? I don't know which is worse to tell him.
"So, no luck then?" I said, trying to play it cool. Like I hadn't just passed out onto the floor. If my memory is correct, Chara came by and surprised me, choking me, then everything went dark. I didn't understand.
If she wanted me so badly, why not just take me when I was at my most vulnerable? Is it because Sans came? She could have easily gotten out of here fast enough.
"I saw monster dust. I know she came this way." Sans said, his voice shaking slightly. "Why were you on the ground? Did she come by?" He said, narrowing his eyes.
I thought about my answer for a second, shrinking down into a hole of lies. I wanted to tell the truth, but I also didn't want to worry him, especially if he thought something could have happened to Papyrus. I'd never forgive myself.
I sighed, and gave in. Knowing the best way to solve all of this.
"She came by." I said, reluctantly. "She was INSIDE your apartment! How the hell did she get in there?!" I exclaimed, hurting my head even more in the process. I hissed in pain and held my head. A bit quieter, I continued, looking at his scared expression. "She came out of your apartment and backed me up against the wall. I don't know where Papyrus is. Everything just went ...black." I said,
His eyes widened, and turned around, fumbling for his keys messily. He grabbed the right one and unlocked the apartment door swiftly, gaining access to the apartment I couldn't have gotten into, now that I thought about it.
How was I supposed to get in if Papyrus wasn't home? Did he just send me away that fast?
"Papyrus!" Sans called in the apartment. I held my head, walking inside the small house for warmth. "Papyrus!!" He called again, searching for the tall, loud monster.
He walked into each room, checking them for his little brother, and kept his eyes on the ground for reasons I could probably guess.
He's searching for monster dust.
He came back to me in a slower pace, a bit of relief in his face, but there was still worry in his eyes. "He's not here. Luckily there's no dust either." He sighed, putting his hands on his hips and looking back at me. I had my fingers resting on the temple of my head, and my face was contorted. "Where does it hurt?" He asked.
At least Papyrus isn't hurt. I don't know what they would have done if something happened to him.
His fans, of course.
"My head." I said, leaving out my neck, and everything else in between. Technically, I'm not lying so I don't have to feel bad about it.
Call it a half truth.
"I think I hit it when I fell." I complained. "It really hurts at the moment. I'm not sure why it hurts so much." I said. "I usually don't get headaches."
"You might have gotten a concussion." He said. "Let me get you some aspirin and some ice and I'll look for Papyrus while you rest." He said, walking over towards the refrigerator in the kitchen while I sat down at the kitchen table.
"I cannot thank you enough." I said, jokingly. "But seriously, this hurts like hell! How the heck do football players deal with this stuff?" I laughed, complaining some more.
"Jeeze, I've never heard you complain this much." He laughed back, bringing over an ice pack and a few tablets. "I'd think that they've had a bit more than you can count." He said, squinting a bit.
"You callin' me stupid?" I said, joking once more. "I can count to at LEAST 7!" I held up 6, fingers, looking at them confused slightly, reluctantly putting up another to play along with the joke.
"Yeahh, that sounds like a personal problem." He said, chuckling. "I'm going to look for Papyrus and the rest of the premises to see if Chara is really gone." He said. "Concussions are not good so rest up, take s nap or something. I know you just had one on the floor, but still." He joked.
"But i was sleepy!" I played along, laughing, like the old times we had. I really was glad we could chat like this rather than fighting and picking at each other like we did when we first met.
Almost seems like years ago, but it was only a few months.
"And keep this door closed and locked at all times, got it?" He said. "I have the key, I'll get in if I need to. Don't open it if someone knocks." Her said, more seriously.
"Yes mom." I said, earning a glare from him.
"I'm serious, Frisk." He said, pointing at the handle. "Locked. Got it?" He said, raising his eyebrows.
"Locked." I said, taking the aspirin and putting the ice pack on my head, feeling the wave of relief that the coldness did, despite it being cold out in the hallway.
With a nod from Sans, he exited the door, closing it all the way. Hearing the satisfying click of the lock, I tried to listen to his footsteps walk away from the door, however, the soundproof walls made it impossible.
Looking around, I went to the couch to lay down and try to sleep. Maybe escape from all of this for a while for as long as I could. Eyeing the coffee table, a piece of white paper payed there, in fine ink print, labeled 'Frisk'.
A note? It's rather small. About the size of my palm. It almost looked like the size of a formal invitation.
Opening the small card from the bottom, up, I read silently in my head the confusing message that was left onto the card.
'C. H. E. S. S.'
'DICE'
'CRYPT'
'CCC'
...and
'MMO'
'Don't be fooled. I will be their downfall. Will you be the one to save their pathetic lives?'
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So there is actually a story behind the whole finger thing in this story.
In AP Euro, I was talking to my very professional college teacher, he asked me: "did you buy those pens??" Because I really liked his pen. And I say, holding up TWO FINGERS: "Yeah! I got THREE!"
He laughed at me... and I was being serious for a split second...