The warmth of affection
'You did it, didn't you?'
It wasn't me this time!
'I'm gonna destroy you!'
I'm sorry-I didn't want to do it before!
'You killed Papyrus!'
He was my friend-you're my friend! Please, forgive me!
'It's over, dirty brother killer!'
Frisk bolted upright with a shrill scream. She reflexively slapped her hands over her mouth, finishing the cry into her palms to muffle it. Her heart was hammering, her body trembling with a cold sweat, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
The nightmares kept coming back. Night after night, she had been plague with the terrible visions. They started different, but ended the same. Sometimes she'd be fighting Undyne, and killing her. Other times it was Toriel or Mettaton or Asgore, and even Papyrus.
Yet the end was always the most frightening. Forced to face the chilling cold blooded rage of a heartbroken brother, she would find herself fighting Sans, and he would rip her apart without a shred of mercy. She had been afraid of many things in he