Frisk's POV

I wasn't ready for the wake up call that I'd gotten. A bone had just missed my head. When I glanced up to find G I fumed a bit. This skeleton had quite the nerve. Reluctantly I stood, and stretched. "What the fuck is this?!?" I yelled out of nerve.

"Practice... You're my opponent remember sweetheart?" He said, sounding slightly irritated.

I growled. "You took my knife asshole!!! What do you suggest I fight you with?!?"

But just then my knife came flying at me. I had dodged but it still scraped my ear. The blood the trickled down actually tickled a small bit. This only made me angrier. Why did I have to do this?!? What was the use? Nobody else would ever have the balls to come down here let alone go near the mountain.

I groaned under my breath, watching him shift all of his weight to one leg and cross his arms. 'gay' I thought, scoffing, unable to hide my smirk. "Fine..... If it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get bonehead!!" I yelled, turning on my heel and pulling my knife from the wall with ease.

I felt my determination boil and rise as I ran at edgy with all that I had. Something inside me was even excited to end him. But I don't think it'd get that far. As expected, when I swung my knife he'd teleported behind me, the familiar sound of a blaster charging up.

Just in time, I'd dodged, but couldn't help myself from shooting around to take a look at my old fading friend. He looked happy when I waved at him. I could tell he wanted to feel my touch again. It was so long. I was glad he'd recognized me. Nobody else had seemed to.

Without any second thought, I lunged at G again with a confident smile on my face. He looked confused. Probably because I just smiled and waved at one of his special attacks. I was a little worried that He would recognize the way the blaster and I got along, for it was something We would do in the underground.

But without a doubt, yet again he had dodged. Perhaps he was looking for me to use my powers? I couldn't do much. I could heal others and on certain occasions, I could heal myself. I could barely materialize a knife let alone anything else.

But it didn't seem like he was gonna stop until he saw me do something. That pissed me off. Just because He watched me heal myself, he began to assume I had more powers?? I hadn't stuck around Gaster long enough to learn anything else. His ways of teaching were..... Unfair.

That's when one of his attacks hit me. I went flying back against the wall and I heard a yell. It wasn't his though, it was my own. A large bone of his had impaled my stomach and thrown me into the wall. The bone itself was stuck in the wall because I couldn't pull myself out. Tears started to fall as I struggled to get loose and heal myself.

I whimpered and yelled, and all he did was watch. He watched me struggle and cry as a pool of blood gathered at my feet. Sooner than I'd expected, I stopped struggling. I realized that the joke was on him anyway. I wanted to die, and he would lose his punching bag.

So I allowed my vision to go spotted and blurry.

I was almost asleep when I heard footsteps approaching me and then a disappointed sigh. "You were supposed to teleport loose and heal yourself, not struggle and give up stupid." He said quietly. Not a moment sooner, he had pulled the bone out of the wall, and me, without any struggle at all.

I couldn't reply. Because instead of a lump in my throat, the familiar metallic taste of blood was rising up and spilling out. I was praying that I was dead. I didn't want to continue through this bullshit.

I fell to my knees, unable to hold myself up. I felt his bony hands slip under my arms and pick me up so he could lay me down properly.

I made a noise of protest when he lifted my shirt but he growled, sticking his finger in my wound, and I winced. "Don't grow at me bitch I will make your life hell." He hissed. 'Like you haven't already asshole' I thought. I relaxed though when a warm feeling filled me and the pain slowly faded. Either that or I was falling asleep.

I opened my eyes for only a moment to understand what was happening. The first thing I saw was edgy. He was focused on something but I couldn't tell what. He looked calm. Perhaps a bit nostalgic even. Did he know?

Slowly, the yellow flame that engulfed and danced around his left iris had dispersed and his eyes had met mine. His features were gentle, and calm. It kind of scared me... He never looked so calm. Never. What terrified me was when a soft smiled fell upon his lips.... Lips? That's what they looked like. The last thing I could remember was his voice before I passed out. Eight simple words that meant so much. Eight words that had the power to make me shudder in fear.

"I'll be here when you wake up...... Frisk" 

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Hello!!!!! 

I hope you enjoyed today's chapter 

It was really fun to write. 

Tomorrow's post might be a bit late. I have a few things to do so :/

But no worries I'll still put it up :3

Have a good day to all :3