Frisk dreamt of nothingness. Blackness with a constant wind. She looked around for any source of light. Nothing. The wind rocked her slightly to the side. The wind rose in pitch, seeming to scream at her. Suddenly, she could make out words.

"It's all your fault!"

Visions erupted before her. Countless monsters lay at her feet, turning to dust, and the cracking of souls nearly drowned out the wind.

"You did this!"

Toriel appeared, fatally wounded, and turned to dust. Frisk cried out silently, unable to make noise.

"It's all your fault!"

Papyrus and Undyne dissolved at her side. Frisk fell to her knees, recognizing the voice that was blaming her.

"You killed them!"

Mettaton, Asgore and Flowey suffered the same fate. Frisk clutched at her ears with her hands, trying to block out the voice. The voice of one she had loved for many years.

"You killed everyone!"

Frisk blindly stumbled forward, trying to escape the persecuting voice. Dust clouded her limited vision and clogged her throat. She coughed harshly, and felt a strange, cool sensation on her forehead.

"Frisk. Come on, wake up."

She blinked open her eyes to a concerned-looking Chara standing above her. Frisk lunged forward, hugging Chara.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered,"I'm sorry."

"Hey, what's the matter? You didn't do anything."

"I dreamed you were m-mad at me." Frisk decided to cut out some of the details,"But I'm o-okay now."

"That's good. Now, lay back down. I may love you, but I don't want your germs." Chara teased.

Frisk leaned back into her pillow, trying to breathe through her nose. Chara sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Frisk's hair off of her sweaty forehead. She rubbed her ear gently.

"You cut your ear in your sleep. Must've been a really bad dream. Do... Do you know why I was so mad?"

"N-no," she lied,"I don't remember."

Chara frowned slightly,"Okay. Here, have a cough drop"

Frisk took it gratefully, relaxing as the medicine did its work. Chara opened her mouth, as if to say something. She closed it, looked at the ground, and took a deep breath.

"I have a question. Have you felt...off lately? Besides from being sick, I mean. Like, emotions coming out of nowhere and conflicting with your own?"

Frisk shook her head slowly, wondering where she was going with this. Chara sighed.

"I-I don't know Frisk. Maybe I'm going crazy. But, one night when I was trying to sleep, I felt a surge of adrenaline, like I just drank a lot of coffee. And the only one who drinks coffee late, besides Sans, is Asriel. The day you got sick, I woke up feeling terrible for a few minutes. But it went away when you woke up, sick with a fever. I think... I think that because our souls were fused, we can, I don't know, sense the others emotions, including Asriel."

      "I-I'm sorry Chara, I don't know what you're talking about." Frisk noticed Chara sag, and added,"Have you talked to Asriel about this?"

     "Yeah. He doesn't know either."

     "Maybe because you've shared a soul with someone before, you've become more, um, receptive to the emotions of the ones you share a soul with."

     "Yeah. That might be it. Perhaps when his soul settles down it'll stop. But for now, be careful what you think, because I may find out." Chara's eyes sparkled, and she smiled. Frisk coughed.

     "I wish you could take this cough away."

     Chara's smile faded,"Baby, you know I wish I could help you. I'm sorry you got sick."

     "It's not your fault. About his soul, you'd think it would've calmed by now. It's been almost four weeks since we brought him back."

     Chara nodded, standing up.

     "I'm going to make you some tea. See you soon love."

     Frisk waved weakly, coughing too hard to talk. She was left alone with her thoughts. She pushed away the queasiness in her stomach and concentrated on her breathing. In through her mouth, hold one, two, three, four, five, exhale through her nose, one, two, three, four, five, repeat.

     This exercise had helped her with stress and the panic attacks she had been having in the past few weeks. She jumped as the door opened, revealing Jojo carrying a tray with a bowl and a mug.

     "Chara sent me with this. The twins were screaming and Toriel need her help."

Frisk heaved herself into sitting position, taking the tray. There was a small bowl of chicken noodle soup and a mug of Golden Flower tea. Frisk sipped the tea, pushing the soup away. She couldn't stomach the thought of food at the moment. Jojo stood there, concern shining in her bluish-purple eyes.

     "Frisk. We're all worried about you, and not because you're sick. You've been reclusive ever since the party, only talking to Chara and rarely leaving your room. Did...did something happen that we should know about."

     Frisk shook her head, hiding her face with the mug. Jojo sat on the edge of the bed, still looking at her with pity filled eyes. Frisk felt a stab of annoyance. Why won't she leave me alone?

     "Frisk, don't think of me as someone intruding on your home. Think of me as a friend who wants to help. Now, are you sur-"

     "I'm fine! I'm just not feeling well! Can you leave?"

     "So it does speak. Okay, I'll leave."Jojo stepped out, but stopped in the doorway, turning back,"We are all here for you, Frisk. No matter what."

     She shut the door, leaving Frisk alone once more. She had no choice but to think of what Jojo had told her. Should she tell them what happened? She couldn't bear the thought of having to relieve that again, even through words. Fear squirmed through her as she realized that if her prediction was correct, then they would find out wether she wanted them to or not. She sighed, wishing, for the first time in six years, that she had never fallen down.

     She finished the mug of tea and set it down on the nightstand. She looked at the scars littering her shoulders, wincing as she recalled receiving each one. She coughed violently, each cough rattling in her chest.

     Chara walked in, looking harried.

     "We finally got the twins to sleep. How are you?"

     "No better, no worse."

     "You didn't eat."

     "I don't think I can right now. Also, please never send Jojo to give me stuff. She kept asking questions."

     "Sorry, she was the only one around at the moment."

     Frisk felt a wave of nausea and promptly threw up on the bed.

     Come on Frisk, Jojo has your best interests in mind, cut her a little slack. This chapter may have seemed boring, but it will be very important in the coming chapters, seeing as it introduced four new topics, I'll let you figure them out :3 Also, if you couldn't tell, this is three weeks after the party. I'm going to try to update a lot, maybe once a day (don't count on it) this week because I'm going on a vacation Friday then straight to school when I get back. Buh bye!