Judgement Hall Part 2
The peace didn’t last. Frisk seemed to be in some state of stasis. I recalled W.D Gaster being in that same deep sleep. But I just ran. I was so overwhelmed with joy that I didn’t even want to think. They were coming too. My chest was about to explode. They yawned. They were so soft, so quiet. Unlike the monster that held them hostage. I found myself gently taking their arms as they shifted out of sleep. Being the stupid skeleton I was, I thought I could fix this. But how can you help someone who suffers from PTSD. There was no fixing what had already been broken. They didn’t speak a word. I didn’t think they could manage anyway. I figured out pretty quick that their condition was nothing short of horrific. I wanted to help, but... it was more on how. How could you approach someone so deathly afraid of being approached? The answer: you can’t. But... heh. Well we already made it clear that I’d go through hell and back for this runt.
I turned to a familiar persona-- Comic Sans. Heh, still gets me. But I guessed that this would be a long, painful process. No kidding, I could pretty much feel the fear. I realized that humor, while being a damn good medicine, couldn’t heal the symptoms so easily. My resolve was breaking. I tried to keep it on my face. But even Frisk knew I couldn’t keep smiling. I done-goofed, and I’m not just talking about in this dream I was having. Everything began to crumble. Y’know, falling would have come as a surprise. Except that, to an extent I could cheat out of it. It was dark, obviously. Nothing like I’d seen before. So I was careful as I tried to slow my descent. It was calm...
Silent, Frisk’s soul. God, it was in no immediate danger. But, still. I called out to Frisk but there was no response except... I heard W.D Gaster’s voice. He told me how to help this kid. I woke up from the dream. As soon as I woke up I began to laugh. I realized that I was being tickled. They were bouncing off the walls, literally. The movement was no punchline. The souls were dragged around in Frisk’s strange run. I tried to relate this kid’s behaviour to what I’d seen. Then, a brief thought occurred to me. I thought of the area that I had seen Frisk in. I had been in the soul-- which could only mean... That Frisk would have no idea their soul was actually with me. All they knew was that they had seen me fall. No wonder they were in a panic. So the only communication we have is magic. Heh you learn more about the human soul everyday. No worries though. Nothing a little blue can’t handle. I told the kid I was fine and we’ve got a way to bring them back. Personally I wouldn’t want to miss out on that. Cuz that kid has a lot of explaining to do.
Join Qfeast to read the entire story!
Sign In. It is absolutely free!
