"A-Ah!" Frisk choked as the hung by two large metal swords driven in the wall. She felt the metal pierce her shoulders, making her cry out even more. She could hear angry footsteps march towards her. Asriel was there, looking as demonic as ever.

He harshly yanked the swords out of the door, causing a few wooden pieces to drop to the floor in crumbles. Frisk weakly dropped to the hard marble floor, letting it hit her fragile body.

She was crying, and she was pale and cold all over. There was a slight cut on her shoulder, making it bleed out of her grey jacket. Asriel didn't care though, and he severely plucked her up from the floor and raised her in the air. Frisk was growing thinner, so it was quite effortless for him.

"What I hate the most is WAITING. DO NOT DARE to even consider making me waste my time on you. I don't give a damn if you're scared, I don't care if you're weak. NEVER make me wait again." He growled.

Frisk shakily nodded. She was rubbing her arms, as her tears dropped down on the floor.

Asriel froze for a split second.

A flashback arose in his mind.

-

"Chara. Please. Don't leave me... I...I don't know what I would do without you..." Asriel whispered. Chara was struggling to keep her hazel eyes open. She was a deathly pale, and her lips were quivering.

"A-asi... I... I won't... Ever... Leave you..." Chara muttered quietly. She was shaking, and gripping the sheets harder with every word. Tears dropped from the side of her face.

Tears were also escaping Asriel's eyes as he clutched Chara's pale hand.

"Asriel.." Chara started to say. She took a small envelope from her pocket and slowly handed it to a crying Asriel. She gave him a weak smile. But then...

She closed her eyes. And her chest stopped rising.

"No... No, no, Chara! Wake up!" Asriel sobbed.

"Chara! This isn't funny anymore! W-wake up...!"

"Chara!"

-

Asriel shook his head, the flashback drowning back in his darkest thoughts. He quickly dropped Frisk back to the floor. Frisk whimpered.

Asriel stood up angrily. His oily black eyes stared down at Frisk's almost limp and pale body.

"Do me a favor and stop being an idiot." He hissed. And with those words, he turned around and walked towards his hall.

He stopped by the doorframe, and the maid quickly scurried over to him.

Asriel hesitated, before saying in a low voice.

"Tend to her wounds."

He walked forwards again, his black cloak flying behind him as the throne doors slammed shut.