*G*

"Whaddya mean... They wanted Frisk..?" I growl, feeling myself grow irritated, iris daring to fire up. "Where did ya hear it?" I tried not to lose my cool but damn, jus bout every time she's involved I get livid.

"I was downtown picking up groceries when I overheard a group of monsters chatting. Word around town is that you killed that Griffin-"

"I din' even put a dent on that sorry bastard's beak!" I barked, furious with these rumors that weren't even true and furious that I didn't kill em the way I had initially wanted to for clawing the hell out of Frisk. Maybe I was more sobered than I wanted to be.

Papyrus raised his voice, "NO. You completely broke it! Now shut up, and let me finish!" he shot back, stepping away from the stove and looking me dead in the eye.

"Anyways... Word around town is that you killed that Griffin, this is because since he was thrown out of the bar he hasn't been spotted since. Now, those are just rumors... But everyone in Snowdin has been talking about what happened to him, about a certain human coming into town, a human with an immense soul power." He stopped talkin and gave me a look of uncertainty, wondering if I'd been payin attention.

I grumble, nodding once "'M listenin."

He sighs again, turning back to the stove to stir up the sauce. "Well. I overheard a few monsters in the square, they must have been in the bar at same time we were because they kept discussing how they could feel it from were they were sitting. They want to have her for themselves, if they get the chance to. Her soul, and her-" He stops again, a long moment of silence lingers between us.

During the quiet, I only felt my patience wear thinner, anger coursing through every bone in my body while I thought of what good a soul'da give those scumbags. Actually, I could think of a hundred things a soul like that could be used for.

I didn like any one of em.

Not if it meant hurtin Frisk. Can't risk it.

Granted, I still hate her, but she's basically put her trust in me ta protect her. I'd feel nothin but guilt if those bruits got hold of her. Besides, she's my Vigilant now, that means she's mah responsibility now too. It's part of the contract, every Guardian's s'pose ta follow it. If I don't it'll weigh me down later. Pap and I stood in silence a bit longer, both staring off in different directions until I heard him say in the quietest, most professional, yet the most sincere, voice I'd heard him use in a long while.

"I really like that human, Brother.. And later, you will ,too. So please

watch over her. And if needed..."

I feel a bony hand grab mine, squeezing hard. "...Kick someone's ass."

I nearly jolt, not used to him ever encouraging me to be violent. This time, I'm not worried, Im obliged to nod and shake his hand. "Gotcha, Bro. I gotcha."

Then, in that exact moment we heard racket from upstairs.

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*Frisk*

The next morning, I find myself in an unfamiliar room, my memories of the night before clouded and blurred. No matter how hard I tried to remember what happened after I screamed at G, I couldn't seem to remember any of it. If that's the case, it must not have been very important. Though, I was reeling from the information we'd received from that turtle man yesterday- Gerson. Bless that man's heart. I truly wanted to stay with him and help clean up, but I had to go and find the vandalizer himself.

Old books with torn edges collected dust on the shelves of this room, small knick-knacks scattered here and there along with old photographs, some of the faces burned from the photos as if someone had deliberately burned a hole in them.

I reluctantly remove the comforters from me, slowly swinging my legs over the side of the bed as I listened to the frame creek. I'm still clothed and my shoes are on. Someone tucked me in then....

Curiosity pulled at the strings to my limbs, jerking me over to the shelves to get a better glimpse of the pictures. I stepped to one, gingery taking it from the shelf and feeling it's golden framing. Fingers running oland the swirls of leaves, my eyes rest on a faceless figure dressed in a black and red cloak, wearing an off-white sweater. Next to them stood another faceless monster, but he was dressed in blue and white, contrasting himself from the taller one, his arm around two other figures, both faces intact. There, was the face of none other than The Great Papyrus, a wide smile on his cheerful face and wearing a red scarf. Next to him was a goat, the body of a human but covered in white fur, horns atop his cranium and a small-fanged smile.

Who are these people?

"That's a stupid question, don't ya think?"

I jump, nearly dropping the picture frame and turning around swiftly, hugging it to my chest tightly. Before me stood Chara, just as demonic and frightening as ever, her crimson eyes staring right through me, glowing vibrantly. She cocks her head, ginger hair bouncing and a thinned smile on her lips.

"It's about time you woke up, Frisky. Sleep well?"

I felt nothing but hatred and anger for this girl at the moment. She completely left me yesterday, without telling me what she'd be doing! Not to mention scaring me like this, the nerve! Not to mention I told her to not address me as "Frisky". I was so furious that I had forgotten not to yell at her. Let alone not to yell out her name.

"Th-the hell, Chara?! Where were you last night?!"

Out of nowhere her eyes disappear ,black pits gushing with ooze submerging from the depths of hell, the rest of my surroundings fading away into nothingness as I am shoved against what would have been the shelf by Chara's claw like hands. Just then the door slams shut and I hear it lock. I scream, scratching at her arms to release me. I had dropped the picture frame...

"DiDn'T i TeLl YoU bEfOrE? Do NoT sPeAk Of Me."

I continue to scream, she only forces her nails further into my neck, strangling me. I kick and squirm, breath growing thin and diar. I lose vision, shaking all over.

Someone on the other side someone is yelling to me, worry in his voice. "Human, Frisk? Is everything alright?"

"Char-! Le...Go...-"

"Eh eh eh~! What'd I say about the name?" Her ghost hand grips tighter at my throat, stopping my breathing completely. I go mute and start tearing up, kicking as much as possible which only took away more energy. Ooz dripped from her mouth as she spoke. "Muuuu~uuuch better. Now... I have a few demands... Will you comply?"

Yes...- Please let me go, please, Chara..-!

In that instant the room and been returned to normal and Chara was nowhere in sight. I gasp and choke on the air, dropping to my knees as the door unlocks and slams back open. Just then I the sound of shoes clack in, large bony hands taking me by the shoulders and gently shaking me. A familiar voice is heard through my sobs.

"Frisk?! Frisk are you alright?! Human!"

I shakily reach for Papyrus's arm, allowing him to help me stand. I stumble, falling into his black sweater. I felt myself sob more, Papyrus having to hold up my weak body. It felt as though my blood was in a race to coarse through my veins...

She'd never done this before. She'd never actually touched me before... H-how did she do that? And why did it hurt so much?

"H-human! You are bleeding!?!"

Huh?

I can only feel hot liquids running down my neck. Placing a hand there and removing it, I only saw a deep blood smeared on my fingers. Now, if you hadn't known this before, I am not in anyway a fan of blood, so when I saw this I nearly threw up. Chills crawling up my spine, I came to the realization that what I said before was correct.

She was no ghost, but a full fledged demon... A fucking poltergeist. Why she's tormenting me is unclear, but if meeting her demands will give me answers, you'd better believe I'll do just about anything.

While in the midst of these thoughts, I am swooped up by strong arms, someone whispering my name and wiping the tears from my cheeks. My vision blurs and darkens, I cried more, the sound of G's voice shouting in my ear while he wrapped my legs around his torso, carrying me somewhere with Papyrus speeding behind us.

"What tha hell did ya do ta yaself?! 'Re ya crazy?!" G's tone was rough and low, full of anger and frustration.

"Paps, go grab one of mah old shirts from tha dresser, pronto!"

My eyes shut, body limped in G's arms. I am tapped vigorously on the arm, eyes fluttering open, struggling to stay that way. In my view I see G's face, he's speaking to me but all I hear is ringing. He taps my cheek with his hand, mouthing words and placing a hand on my waist, standing straight and yelling, but it only sounds like a whisper.

"Hurry up wit' that shirt, Papyrus!"

Or I think that's what he said. His head soon shot back to me. He pulled off his cloak and threw it onto the counter- I was in the bathroom. He took off my flower crown and uncliped the pendant holding my cloak around me, removing it as he had done with his. I watch him grab a white rag from beside me, he puts it in my hand and forcefully shoves said hand against my wounded neck, making me pressing down on it despite the absolute agony it caused. I don't think he knew how much it hurt, even if he did flinch when I screamed.

My eyes shut again for a second, opening again when I feel my now blood washed hand from my neck and changing the old rag with a new one. Papyrus came in, his slip ons clicking as he hands G a large grey sweater, G setting it down and taking the rag to my neck again, holding me up with one hand and applying direct pressure with the other.

"Human, we heard you scream...!" Papyrus opened a first aid kit, rummaging through it.

"I... I saw-"

Before I could finish G puts a finger to my mouth and lifts my chin so I am looking up at the ceiling.

"Don't move. Don't talk."

I blush, his hand grazing down my neck gently while he took gawz and medical tape from his brother. He moved the rag away from my neck, inching towards it to get a better look. He then groans and rolls up his sleeves, I only know that because he's much taller than me, and even if I am sitting up on the counter, he still towers over my gaze.

A sudden feeling of warmth washes over my neck, and not from the blood. (Though, it more than likely got all over my dress.) It was like all of my pain had been replaced with fatigue, fatigue and calmness. G's other hand rubbed my arm, his other hovering around my neck. So comforting and familiar... Like the magic Toriel had used on me back in the Ruins.

I manage to croak out with a raspy voice

"Are you ... healing me?.."

G nods....I think, stating sternly "Yea. I 'm. Now quit talkin."

I tighten my lips, Paps standing beside me as G continued his work. He smiles, pushing his glasses back up and brushing hair out of my eyes.

So warm...

I look at G one more time, eyes shutting for the last time before I feel myself fall forwards onto him, out like a light.

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*G's Note*

Holy guacamole.....I was not expecting that reaction from G!!! Jesus! I SWEAR, WE DID THE SAME AS LAST CHAPTER, WE JUST WINGED THIS CHAPTER. EKO, YA DID GOOD, BUT DANG IM SHOOK XDDDDD

send help to mah soul.

ANYWAY! GOOD JOB EKO.

AND JEEZ.

*Eko's Note*

LOL! I really did just wing it XDD

I ran out of ideas and figured that I'd bring back the hell spawn for a bit, so say "hello and welcome back Chara"!! Also, GOOD. I'M GLAD I DONE DID GOOD. (EVEN IF I forgot a lot of the comas that G had to add in the editing process...-.-" ) 

(G: I DIDN'T MIND IT!!!)

Might I add that the picture I chose for this chapter has nothing to do with the theme but added it nonetheless? No? Okay. Anyhow, much love! Hope to see ya latter! 

~Eko