Chara POV

Frisk isn't moving. Like.. she's dead. But, she isn't. I can feel her heart beating.. she's breathing. Just not.. moving. My stomach hurts.. it feels like it's cramping in knots. My hands were sweating.. what the hell was this feeling..? I felt sick to my stomach, but not enough to where I have to throw up.

Oh yeah.

Anxiety, right?

She couldn't just.. stay here on the couch.. and I have been pacing around the room for a while.. what time is it anyway? Alright. Just past midnight. Good. This is okay. This is fine. She's fine. Maybe she just had a rough day..at— no idea. Damnit.. when is she gonna wake up?

I looked over at her. Still asleep. Just..take deep breaths. Don't overreact. Just..calm down. I checked her again.

N O S A V E.

FUCK. Damnit! Shit! Motherfucker!

Okay, I better stop.. I don't know how many curses there are in the English language and I just said four of them.. if I was Frisk's soul.. where would I be? Did she name it or something?? Probably something stupid like Margaret. It doesn't matter! But it does! No.. I didn't mean her, I meant the soul! But the soul matters! Yeah, but.. not the name! The name? Oh my god, shut up, inner-me!

I picked up Frisk, carrying her on my back—Good, not heavy— and carried her to my room, laying her down on my bed. Okay... she's asleep.. an endless sleep for now, where she can't wake up. What if she never wakes up? What if a million years go by and she's still not awake?! Wait.. she'd be dead.. is she dea- NO. She's not dead! You've checked her pulse, Chara.

She's just in a soothing.. peaceful.. sleep.

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Nobody POV

Asgore was watering flowers. He spent most of his days alone. Sometimes Asriel would come visit, sometimes Frisk, other times Chara. Other than that, he was alone. Currently, the goat-man was getting ready to lock up his garden. He'd spent the day taking out the weeds, digging holes to place more seeds, and making sure they had gotten enough sunlight during the mornings. It was a hard but healthy hobby he'd made.

Asgore smiled to himself. Toriel and he had used to play with Asriel and Chara in the garden all the time. Making memories. But, that was the past. Toriel didn't want to see him anymore. And he was okay with that. A click had come from his door. Seeing as it was late, he went to see who it was. Nobody came over this late before.

"Hello- oh! Howdy!" He said his signature greeting, smiling at the figure standing in front of him. "I don't suppose you would like some tea? It is very late thought, little one. Where did you come from? Silly me. Must've forgotten to lock the door."

Asgore excused himself to the kitchen, grabbing to tea cups. He was happy for visitors. It got lonely in that house all alone. Till he heard a shatter. "Is everything alright?-" Asgore's eyes widened. He didn't even register what'd happened before he felt immense pain in his stomach. His eyes grew tired, vision fuzzy, and his hands went to where the pain was. Blood was on his paws, making him shiver at the sight, only for him to collapse onto the cold floor.

He'd been stabbed with a knife.

"I..I guess.. no.. no tea than?" Was the last thing he said before his vision grew blurred. The last thing Asgore remembered seeing was those shallow eyes. No smile, no grief nor hatred. Just a neutral expression, those eyes staring straight into his soul, holding no color.

As he began to fall into an unconscious state, he heard more glass shattering than silence, along with the empty containers that held the souls he was going to give back to the families of the dead children.