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This was started as a singular image and then my friends dared me to write it out and see what happens. So, here we are. Also, I was going to make this with Classic Undertale, but I need clarification on how I am going to write the monsters. It makes more since with Underfell, than it did with classic.

Frisk is wearing a black and red sweater in the story. While Frisk is wearing the Classic outfit on the cover, I am just too lazy to change it at the moment. I am in college. Also, Frisk can sign both in palm and out of palm. By that, I mean Frisk prefers to sign in peoples palms. This is a clear way for Frisk to talk to others, and for them to know they are being heard. The only time they sign out of palm is when they know they are facing someone. If not, they will be silent.

Here is a quick listing of my OC's, as they will be the head runners of taking care of Frisky bits instead of the monsters. And since I know none of you know my OC's I will add in quiet 'Get to Know me' area. I will add this as a note in every page so no one will have to double back to find this. 

OC INTRODUCTIONS!--

Ash- 29y/o 5"5 female redhead, most often in a black fleece jacket, and black t-shirt, with gray or rich tan cargo pants. Chara would say that Ash has the same personal as Sans, but a lot more on the social side. Ash carries a never ending smile that does not open offen. Ash is very exaggerated, and will often go above and beyond for a joke. As much as she loves her jokes, Ash does know when it is not time for jokes. However, Ash is very affectionate, and is a person of sacrifice. Ash will often give up on a task or a job to help the person they care for. Ash will even help those in need. Ash is also very dense. There are times she doesn't understand what is happening. Leading to her spacing out. 

Cozbi- 27y/o 8"8 Gender-Neutral Carnotaurus humanoid. As Cozbi my be female presenting, as that is what they are most comfortable in. Cozbi prefers to go as Non-Binary, but does not mind going by as female. Cozbi is very quiet and talks with low grumbles and lizard hisses. As Cozbi does not have the voice box for human commutation. However Ash can still understand Cozbi as they had grown up together; As well as being a couple since high school and both got recently married. Cozbi is extremely protective of Ash. As Cozbi's life has not been favorable. Growing up as a living legend in the nearby town, Cozbi became very aggressive to new people they did not know or like. Ash will say jokes as a way to make it more comfy for Cozbi, but sometimes Ash will need saving, and this is were Cozbi will pick up Ash and leave. Cozbi is very unapologetic to humans. However monsters Cozbi is more cautious than mean.

Diyanne- Don't ask for his age, 7"2 Russian descent of some kind. A transgender string bean. Diyanne is also very quiet, just like Cozbi, but not because he is shy. He just doesn't like to talk. Taking up more sign language, Diyanne is Selectively Mute. He runs a store with his wife, Ellizzabeth, the two being together for 33 years. Diyanne looks really young for his age. As in, Diyanne looks 18 and belongs to a high school basketball team. As some will say about Diyanne, is that he has been through war. Hard as stone face. Very calculative, and always calm. The only time he shows anything is with Ellizzabeth. He is very soft when Ellizzabeth is nearby. However, he is also alert.

Ellizzabeth- 51 y/o 5"2 stout female, with strawberry blond hair. Crazy and energetic. The basic stereotype for a redhead, but add 30 tons of sugar in the mix and you have Ellizzabeth. A real sweetheart, but there seems to be a bit of quarrel with her and Ash. There is some sort of inside joke between the two.

Chara- Bold

Frisk (in their head)- Bold

Frisk (signing)- Italic

I think we are ready to start this absurd fanfic. Enjoy.

The cover

' UUUUUUUUGGH' 

    That is the first thing you wake up to. Chara's groaning. You turn in your little mattress of torn up pillows, tattered blankets, and musky sheets. As gross and dirty as your living situation may be, it is just as comfortable. You didn't want to leave your warm cozy spot on your bed. The first snow for Ebott making the room chilled and you all warm. Maybe too warm. Your head feel fuzzy and achy. It most definitely felt more painful when Chara spoke. Not so much at the moment. Then, a sudden scratch in the back of your throat makes you get into a small coughing fit. Lungs burning afterwards. You most definitely did not feel well. You might have been out for too long last night.

'Friiiiiiisk.' Chara's groan reverberates in your, suddenly aching mind.

    As you wonder if you are starting to get sick, your train of thought quickly broken as Chara interrupts with, 'Get uuuuuup! I am hungry!'

    You whimper as the noise bounces around the inside of your skull. Making your brain feels like its made of mush. Barely able to think, you do as they told and sit up. Albeit, slowly. The warmth starts to fade as the covers fall off your shoulders. Unconsciously, you shake at the sudden change in temperature makes contact with your black and white, winter jacket. Piercing through it as if it is your second layer of skin. The migraine in your head feeling less there as the cold air in the abandoned apartment building rushes against it. 

    You grab the covers. Even if you have a jaket on, it's still really cold. Crawling across the patted bed, you tempt your fate as you test the ground with your foot.

    Shocker, it's freezing.

    As you may have socks on, even if they are thin, they are still socks. You launch your foot into the air, much warmer than the floor, but still cold. A small sound of discomfort sounds from your, stingingly dry throat. You place your foot back into your ball of warmth. You try to find your shoes with your hand. So, instead, you dangle on the edge of the bed; As you feel as though your hand is being lost to a freezing void beside your bedding.

'They're across the room, dummy.' Chara whispers in your head, as not to make your head hurt as much.

'Oh.' You respond, softer than Chara's whisper. 

    Your world view blurred, as you cannot see anything. Well, you can see. It is just a bit blurry. Maybe not a bit, you can barely see your own nose. You do remember being told, when you were younger, that you have Tritanopia. However, you don't understand what they mean by that. They did talk about it falling somewhere with colors and color blindness. However, you never understood what they were talking about as it had nothing to do with your blurred vision of the world around you. 

    You try to think of away to get to them without getting your feet to cold, but you knew that the only way to get to your shoes; Was to walk across that piercing, toe numbing, concrete floor.

     With a sigh, you gather your DETERMINATION to get across the ice field of decade old stone paste. The floor being an 'ice field' is not a play on words either. The windows in the building had been knocked out for years now. Chara did help you try and find a room where there was more, intact windows. However, most of the windows were smashed in from those looking to vandalize the lost building. Weather for destructive, artistic, or other reasons.

'The task of finding your shoes in a frozen wasteland fills you with, DETERMINATION.' 

    The monotonousness of Chara's voice almost makes you want to laugh. Chara's phrasing of the situation at hand, has always got you to laugh, or at least smile. You felt and extra surge of warmth and DETERMINATION from that. Though your were not sure if that warmth was from the headache or not.

    With one foot after another, your fumble around. Trying to stay away from the walls of the small room. As there was still one broken window. Meaning there was glass still in the room, not a lot, but just enough to remember that you can't see it. Inching closer toward the door of the single room, Chara tries to guide you to your shoes. The result? A game of charades, but for the blind.

'Nope, your getting cold.'

You walk.

'slightly less cold.'

You keep walking.

'Cold.'

You continue to walk forward, a bit faster.

'Getting warmer.'

You start to poke your feet around as you walk. Hoping to bump into, at least, one of your shoes.

'Wamer.'

You start moving around from your linearly line. Not really thinking of where you are walking. Way to focused on finding your shoes in the blurred void.

'Stop! Your going to hit the glass!'

You freeze in your current pose. You carefully put your slightly lifted foot back next to your other.

'Good! Now go Left.'

You turn without walking.

'No. Left'

You turn to be facing the other direction.

'Frisk. Your left.'

You turn the other way.

'Left.'

You turn again, but ever so slightly.

'Your. Other. Left.'

You turn once again.

'I said, YOUR OTHER LEFT!'

Turing once more you decide to walk a small bit, only to tap something. You found one of the pair! That is something to celebrate. It's the left shoe.

'You remember someone saying something about trolls stealing your socks. But it's only the left ones. What's with that?'

You chuckle at Chara's antics. You put on your cold left shoe. But, you know it will warm up as you walk, even if your toes are going numb. You turn around, ready to find your other shoe.

'Knowing that the trolls have not stolen your left shoe fills you with, DETERMINATION!'

Chara gets more into the task as you both go back into this sort of hide and find your shoe game. You walk forward, you believe you are, somewhere, in the middle of the room.

'Right.'

You thought Chara meant you were in the middle of the room. So you tried to think of where your shoe could be.

'No. Frisk. Go to your right. It is not far from the first shoe.'

You felt your cheeks heat up. 'Oops.'

Chara tells you not to feel bad about it and to walk forward to your right. As such, you do. Once again, you fumble around the room to find your right shoe.

'Your right Frisk.'

You turn.

'Right dammit.'

You turn again, but the other way.

'Frisk you are doing this on purpose aren't you?'

You giggle as you turn, ever so slightly.

'ON YOUR RIGHT FRISK!'

You are start to try and hide your giggles as you turn again, it almost sounds like you are wheezing. 

'GET. YOUR. SHOE. FRISK.'

    You end up turning and walking. Success! You found your other shoe; Chara, meanwhile is having to deal with your small moment of hysterical laughter.

'More like an asthma attack.' 

    Chara does not seem to change their mood as they see you being a nuisance, but you know them better than that. After all, they had been your guide for the Underground. Their aim to help you as much as they could, even trying to warn you of Flowey's betrayal before it even happened. You are grateful for Chara. Even if they may not be the best guide, and had moments when they let their anger get the better of them. They were truly, your best friend. The only one to truly help you in that hell called 'The Underground'. 

    You put on your other shoe. With both feet now covered, your next task is your backpack.

'More of a satchel than a backpack.'

    You know it was next to your bed. And it was a slow descent into yet another silent game of marco polo, to find your bag.

    And, you do.

    You tug the strings of the bag to loosen them and get it under your winter jacket. Sliding your arms around so you can put the bag on quickly, you unzip your black and white winter jacket; Showing off your faded black sweater with red stripes underneath it. You slide on the bag with ease and re-zip your, slightly large, jacket shut.

    With your body temperature coming back to you, you drop your big blanket on the bed and make your way to the door. Though, you are struck with a moment of fuzziness in your limbs. The headache from early has started to come back in waves. A small itch starts to slowly crawl from your stomach to your throat. You choose to ignore the head ache as you, ended up coughing. Blaming it on you being hungry,seeing as you hadn't gotten food like you had hoped to have gotten last night. All the leftovers you could find had either been burnt, or burnt and somehow frozen. Most of it being spaghetti. The taste, being something you could not describe.

    With you, ready to set out into the world, you make your way to the door. You knew the space you had opened up to was a small living space with a small 'kitchenette' attached. However, you could not make out any details besides the possible floor meeting the walls. You had to squint to even make that out. Chara did not feel like explaining what the space looked like either, due to them constantly saying what it looked like when you had walked out to the space.

    So you both left it alone, opting to walk to the front door. A blurry dark maroonish gray, blob with a small teal smudge to, what you think is the left.

'Congratulations! You found the front door handle!'

    You smile as you turn the 'door handle' and walk out into the hallway. A description rings in your head form Chara.

'A charmingly creepy vibe. As you can see to both your left, right, as well as above and below you. There is nothing but grime, grit, and graffiti that coat these walls. The doors on either side have either been knocked in or drawn on with spray paint. Let us not forget our splendid walking area, the floor! Some of the ceiling has fallen on it, giving what used to be, a disheveled 80's style brown striped carpet, into a more inviting pasty gray white dust. There is also glass that has made its home on the floor. Please don't feed the dust bunnies. Thank you.'

    Chara's, tour guide like, impression had made you giggle. As you find their approach to making you 'see the room' quite splendid, even if you had never quite seen what 'glass','doors', or even know what 'carpet' looks like. As you walk down the hall and try to look through the vage maroon, gray, and teal shapes. Chara always gave you a guides description of these rooms. Ones with more graffiti garnered more of artists taste.

    A critique, if you will.

    Though, no matter how Chara explained it, it would not help you see it, not only that, Chara seems to have colorful words about their artistry on the dry plaster and torn wallpaper.

    You soon find the stairs and slowly make your way down them. And out the lobby. You ignore Chara's, more unpleasant commentary on the lobbies run down appearance and overall 'design aesthetic'. 

    The streets on this side of town are quiet. No one walks down here often. Well, not someone who is working a good job.

    This area is known for the homeless and, for a lack of a better term, thieves. Though, you never did try to steal, so you followed more of the homeless path, yourself. Always stalking up alleyways or street ways where people give out light pocket change. You stayed away from area you knew was trouble.

    You walk alone on the 'sidewalk', a sturdy stick out to help you find things you can't. Such as cracks, rocks, potholes, or even puddles that would make you stumble or even trip. You didn't like to trip. It meant that if people were around and they saw you trip, you were easy pray or, some poor little kid that is in needing of help.

    Chara put it best, 'Some poor wittle angle that nweeds swaveing~' You didn't like the voice they used for that, but it's what you image someone thinking when they try to help you.

    Besides, it was better out here than getting stuck in that system they call adoption. That being half of the reason you climbed Ebott in the first place. Unexpectedly, you saved and released an evil race of creatures from the Underground.

    Your thoughts got suddenly huilted, as you got smacked in the face with what feels like paper.

'You got smacked in the face by paper.'

    Chara repeated in monotone. You remove the thin tumbleweed from your face.

'Thank you.' You say back.

'Your welcome.'

    You smile once again at Chara's attempts to keep your hopes up. And you take that any chance you got.

'The demons making jokes in your head fills you with, DETERMINATION!'

    You laugh this time. Your walk also picks up as you make you way to to the homeless shelter. You don't normally go there. Not too often, that is, as you don't want the people there to put you into the adoption system once they find out you were living in an abandoned apartment building.

    Although, word around the block was that they were going have noodle soup today! You love noodle soup. There was one family that made it by hand. Egg noodles, with home ground chicken. Fresh cut carrots and other favorite veggies.

    Thinking about it made your stomach growl. Your head also warmed up with an achy sensation. Your throat felt scratchy again as your nose stuffed up from the cold.

    Chara was your map. Giving you instruction as you both followed the road. There was a tempting thought that popped in your head as Chara gave you a command to turn to your left and wait. But, you chose not to as you have no idea where you were. It was also too reckless to do near a road, that you didn't even know if cars were occupying.

    As you stand in place, you hold the stick a bit tighter. The bark of the stick digs into your palm a bit. A gritty texture, with bit of it flaking off of it and dusting the pits of where your figure meet your palm. Small holes that have been dug in on the sticks face. There was a spiky spot at the end of the stick that made itself known as it nestled into your arm.Your thoughts ran with possibilities as how it came to be. Where it might have been broke off of a tree, or had been snapped from a bigger branch. It did feel a bit weak. It could have fallen off from old age. Maybe something broke it, maybe weight. It could have also had been time.

    You were pulled from your thoughts as Chara told you, 'It's green. Walk forward.' 

    You can hear the shuffling fabric of pants and soft patter of feet, moving quickly from beside you to the other side of the blurry mess. You do you best to keep up with the small mass in frount of your.

    You feel your chest, suddenly flare up. A scratchy knot also finds itself in your one of your lungs, as well as a jump in your heart. Coughing makes you come to a hault. Forcing you to take a minute to catch your breath. It was a mixture of dry coughing and gasps of air. The task of your bodying doubling over takes a toll on your lungs and diaphragm. Chara does their best to help you, but there is not much they can do; But their attempts are appreciated.

    When you think you feel better and your coughing fit comes to an end, you give a mental thumbs up to Chara. Getting you both back on track. Though, Chara is sending you feelings of worry.

    You tell them your fine for now. Though Chara doesn't buy it.

    Keeping pace with Chara's instructions, you both make good time. The homeless shelter is not far now.

    As Chara leads you through the dark foggy maze of 'alleyways' and 'side streets'. You can start to hear the screaming of car horns and mumbling of busy feet. The clink and clank of tin cups with, barely, a handful of pocket change. There is a voice of an automated man saying it is safe to walk.

    You walk up from the dark muddled world of the alley to a bright buzzing world of clouded pinks and slated reds make themselves visible against the contrasting white teal blurs of the streets and towering dark purple smears. Striking rich teal hue popping up like freckles on the scrambled canvas. A mass of moving shapes crawls closer to you as you make your way to the mouth of the street way. 

'We finally made it to main street! Let's get that chicken noodle and go!' Chara exlames.

    You nod, and walk out into the splash of sprindly colors. The noise of the crowd sounding like the scratching from a tv. People speaking of how it's going to be a white christmas this year, some speaking of dinner plans, while others of world climate. A mess of joy, engagement, and the political.

    You could also hear the conversation of how monsters have gotten their rights as people in the city. From the tone of voice from the two talking, they weren't that pleased with it. Saying something along the lines of the monsters being ready to fight, and 'cruel' in appearance and language.

    As You may not be able to see them physically, you could agree that they were, indeed, mean. You remembered Toriel's attempts to keep you in her home by any means possible. Even if it was chained to a wall. After all, she caused you many reloads. Though, not as many as her ex husband gave you. 

'Let's not forget Undyne. Let alone Sans. He did quite the number on you in that damned hall.' The spitefulness in Chara's voice was venomous.

    Just hearing their anger was seeping into your veins and made them run cold. The countless deaths from Undyne, Papyrus, and even Mettaton was rough enough. But Sans was killing you over and over for the fun of it. Worse of all, he remembered them. Each death was different from the last.

    As you managed to befriend everyone else, Sans was the one monster you could not. And, you never felt DETERMINED enough to try when he finally ended the cycle of death. Chara hated Sans, so much so, there were a few deaths were Chara had tried to kill him. That was reason he let you go. He said something along the lines of 'wanted ta ya try and kill me.' You didn't like him too much. As he made it feel like he was almost looking for willingness to kill. As it may not had been you who tryed to kill him, you did not care. You just didn't want to try again with him. '

'I swear. The next time I see him, I WILL KILL HIM!'

    You didn't like killing. And as you may not like killing, you did not feel like arguing with Chara on killing another person. As a child, it felt wrong, so you didn't want to do that. Your instincts telling you that killing was a bad idea. Also, there are laws for that. But, the thought of killing Sans was. You had to admit, kinda nice. No one to torment you, or to make you feel like you could be thrown back into that hell of a yellow, golden haze of a room. It just sounded nice.

'How much closer are we?' You asked for a way to get their mind off of killing the lazy skeleton. 

'Not far. One more light and we will be at the chalk road.' Chara responded. Willing to change the subject.

    You speed up the walk to get to the light faster. Chara liked to see the chalk road. It's the whole reason you two take this, slightly longer path. Was to see the chalk. Though, you weren't sure if there was going to be any drawing at the time. With there being snow on the ground and all. You had been hearing it crunch under your feet as you walked to the main street.

'The possibility of seeing the chalk road fills you with, DETERMINATION!'

    
    Smiling, you wait at the light, as Chara told you to do. You had missed the chance to cross, and you did not feel like being thrown back into the Underground just yet.

    The humming sound of the cars in front of you turned into a purr as they sped off into the messy pinks and dark gray maroons. A blob of, what you assume to be people, started to gather in your area; Also awaiting the signal to walk. It felt warm as more people got close. Your lungs were still aching, but that damned scratch was back again. And this time, it was threatening to cut your lungs open. You looked down as you dry coughed as hard as you could. Resulting in only one or two smaller coughs popping up behind that one. You shook your head. Trying to get the sudden dizziness from your foggy eyes. It seemed to have worked a little bit. However, now that headache has become worse. 

'Well. Can't have everything.' Retorted Chara.

    You nod. And return to your stance. Waiting for the signal. Your hands go back to work on the stick; Feeling its grooves and the bark nudge into your palms. You're broken from this, not by Chara, but by the people around you. As they all start walking. You, gently, put your stick closer to the ground. Poking it to make sure you were not going to hit a curb or another person's shoes. You did not, thankfully. You both get back to finding the Homeless shelter. 

    As you walk with the sound of the tapping of the working people's shoes meeting the ground, you catch the smell of a burger cart; As well as a donut stand. The sweet aroma of the baked goods and then the meaty smell of the burger makes your stomach talk up. Making your headache sting at the smell. Even lurching at the thought of the taste. You had to force yourself to walk away from it. For one, you had no money. Two, you had no reason to interact with the cart. You managed to walk past the cart. 

'THE CHALK ROAD!' Practically screaming in your head, that headache starting to make you feel dizzy again. However, Chara's excitement could not be contained.

    Alas, you smile. Chara only gets this happy on occasion. And chalk art is one of those things. Falling into the Underground centuries ago, Chara had never known what stuff was created in the modern day. So stumbling into the small alleyway is something you two do every day if you could. One of the things Chara loves to see here is the 'optical illusion' art. You could not understand it, even as Chara and one of the artists explained it. But it made Chara happy. That is all that mattered to you.

    You made it to the alley. You could hear Chara's dejectedness oze into you.

'There is no chalk art today. There is a sign that says Out for the season.'

    You both, mainly you, walk away miserably. 

'At least we will get to have chicken Noodle today!' You tried to cheer Chara up. 

Chara responded with a huff in their voice. 'If you think I am upset over a with no chalk art, you are wrong!'

    You could feel Chara cross their arms and start pouting in the back of your head. You giggled. Chara also told you that the homeless shelter was closed. You keep pace with Chara's compass. Directing you through the dull clutter of colors. And, with a bit of a brisk walk; You end up at the homeless shelter. However-

'What?' Chara slowly, but suddenly started to repeat the word.

'What? What? What? What? What? What? What? -' You decided to cut off Chara's ability to talk in your mind. Not wanting to hear 'What?' again.

    You sigh our world. Starting to guess that the building is closed. If there was a line, Chara's reaction would have been drastic, and more choose words.

    You turn to go back the way you came. There is no reason to go forward. You try to keep with the same path as before but go more toward the intersection near the highway. Hoping someone was merciful enough to give you some spare change.

    Goodness, your head and chest were killing you. Your chest was uncomfortably tight, and even though you were freezing, you were sweating under your coat. You almost wanted to take it off at how uncomfortable it made you feel. However, you also craved for more layers to be on you.

    Chara had calmed down, some. Chara was still upset. You decided to test the waters as you entered into the dark void of an alleyway. But your attempt to talk to Chara was cut off by a sudden rapidness of scratching and clawing in your lungs.

    You coughed hard. And it didn't stop. You even tried to muffle the coughing in your jacket sleeve. Trying not to get someone's attention. But it got bad. The tases of something metallic started to come up with your coughing. You started to get dizzy as the fit stopped. Your world may be blurry but now, you could not tell what things were. You assumed you were on the ground, but now you were not so sure. 

    You could not tell if someone calling your name as your ears were filled with a white noise. A buzz of nothing but also everything.

    It was deafening.

    You whimper under it. The pressure in your chest grew. Your head aches even more so heavy. Your brain felt like it was expanding in your skull. 

    It hurt.

    Everything hurt.

    You suddenly felt so tired. 

    You knew better than to sleep. You knew if you slept, the likelihood of waking up back in the Underground was high. But, at the same time, your DETERMINATION was low enough. This could be the last time you wake up.

    Now that, was tempting. You had nothing to look forward to. No one was looking for you. Wanting you by their side. Or even wanting your existence.

    You take a pause.

    There was someone who wanted you to be there. You just had to reach out to them. Sure, it's not a monster, nor your parents. Not even one of your, many, foster parents. But there was one person. 

    You open your mind up, not realizing it is closed, and Chara is immediately on you. Cutting through that damn white noise.

'FRISK! FRISK ARE YOU OKAY? I feel a bad pain in my chest and head. You better not die on me! If you do I am going to -!' Chara stopped when you whimpered under their yelling. You could guess they felt that phantom pain of what you are feeling from their voice. Said voice was also bouncing around in the inside of your head. 

    You tried to get off your knees and out of your hunched-over posture. Chara was still on you to see what was wrong, though you were more curious about what they were going to do if you both ended up back in the Underground.

'Frisk! Thank GOD you're awake! Give me the rundown! What can I do to-' Chara's voice got fuzzy again.

    Your body was running on fumes. And you knew it. You could barely walk down the alley to get to your makeshift home in that abandoned building. You face the plant onto the frosty ground. Too tired to try and get back up again.

    However, you are just way too tired to even move.

    Way too tired to hear Chara's requests for you to talk to them.

    Your brain was pounding against your skull. A silent threat of smashing it to touch the cold snow on your face so it can cool down. You move your face up, ever so slightly to breathe the air. God, it hurt your lungs. The winter air, snapping the back of your throat with a scratchy feeling.

    Before, death was welcoming, however; Not now. You did not want to go back Underground to face Sans in that hall.

    Not again.

    So you did the one thing, you never thought you would do.

    You called for help.

    Chara went still at the tiny sound; It sounded more of a whisper for help than a call. But, to you, it was loud, boarding on deafening for you.

    You waited. 

...

    You called once more. 

    A tiny voice scattered to the howling winter winds of the blurred void.

....

    Chara started to whimper as they carefully put a small comforting pressure on your body. A ghostly hug of a phantom you could only feel, and not see.

    You have never, once, heard Chara cry.

    That fact alone-.

    You felt your DETERMINATION fall.

    Your face fell back into the snow.

    All that DETERMINATION you got over the day started to drain out. Like a physical wound, it started to make you feel cold. 

    You lifted your head one more time. Your unused voice made a cracked whimper, as you called out for help. 

    One.

    Last.

    Time...

Your face, once more, made its home on the snow of the ground.

......

'That's it...' Chara whippered.

'All of that, just to go back to that.. that hell?' 

   You couldn't fight it any longer.

    As your mind started to give into the cold, and the white noise that was Chara silent sobbing.

    You heard something behind you. Chara even made a sudden shift in their pressure on your back. Like their form just lifted up. You heard someone talking.

"I'm tell'n you Coz, I heard some'n!" A small pause and a few more steps-

"There's a kiddo here Coz!" A lazy, but strong-willed female voice rang out. You moaned under the feeling of displeasure it sang in your head. But at the same time.

    Someone heard your cry for help!

    Someone moved you around. You had a sudden knee-jerk reaction, to get away. Lazily flung your knee randomly in a direction. You didn't hit anything. As happy as you were that help found you. You were not ecstatic that they were touching you. Touches meant bad, but Chara was calming you down.

    A pleasantly chilled hand reaches under your bangs and to your forehead. You relaxed at it as you leaned into it. The fantastic warm and yet simi cold fingertips of this person made your cranium feel fantastic. You stopped fighting to feel the wonderful sensation on your head.

"The kiddo has got a fire cooking their brain, Coz." The voice spoke, more stern this time. They felt like they were more serious now.

    You wanted to know who has you, and who this 'Coz' was. But you also wanted to sleep. The sense taking over your body. You felt your fingers and toes go out first. The slow crawl up your body was present, but also something you started to push aside as you fell more into the buzzy mess of your mind.

"Oh no you don't." The voice suddenly rang out.

    You feel them shake you a small bit. Stopping you from sleeping. You felt your face contort as you whimper.

    You really wanted to sleep. 

"Stay with me, bucko. Don't you DARE fall asleep on me." The voice sounded so adamant about you staying with them.

"I know you don't know me. And it's fine if you don't trust me. But I need you to stay with me now. Just till we get you to the car." The person shifted you as they stood up. The sudden jerk of it made you more aware and disoriented at the same time. It made you want to puke up the nothingness that was present in your stomach.

"We are taking you to urgent care at least! God damn, where are your parents?" Their voice started to blur out as you felt that cough starting its climb again.

    You felt a hand place itself on the back of your head, and your face on someone's shoulder. Their body feels plush and female-presenting. Their chest was making it a little difficult to hold you right. But at the same time, it was so nice. 

"You going to be alright kid. I got you." They whispered to you.

    It was comforting. A warm fuzzy feeling pushes a lot of the other things away. You could hear Chara stifle their quiet crying.

'The feeling of someone answering your cry for help fills you with,-' 'determination!' You weakly cut Chara off, with a weak smile.   

    You felt a warm feeling on your spine and in your SOUL. You smile more knowing where it came from.

    You dig your head more into the person's shoulder. Their jacket's fabric felt like a cotton or fleece-like feeling on your face. But, it also felt worn out. Like they wore it a lot. It also smelled like sweet oranges and the slight presence of another smell. Kinda like a smokey campfire?

    A strange competition. But then again Sans smelled like mustard and teenage angst. You considered this an upgrade.

"Get the car ready, Coz! We ar' go'n to Urgent Care!" The voice was muffled but took charge. But you did hear some kind of... lizard hissing? You weren't exactly sure what it was, but it was gurgling and growling. 

    The person responded sternly, "The hospital is too far ta' make it in the snow, and you will freeze if you try ta' run there! Our best bet is Urgent Care which is a few blocks down." 

    The sounds of a car engine lit up in your ears, right along with the sound of 'whispers'. As the person who was caring for you was moving quickly, the sound of a car door being opened was the next thing you heard. A sudden feeling of artificial warmth flowed over your face. Making you feel like a whole lot of cotton balls were suddenly thrown at you.

"God Coz! Your go'n make me sweat like a pig if it's this hot in here! Turn that down before you throw the kid into a state of shock!" The person wrestled with the heat, turning it more down. Some more of that strange growling was tossed around. 

"Here." You felt yourself being given to someone, they had gloves on but you could tell. They had some prominent fingernails. And you were talking some sharp, fingernails. "Take 'em. I am driving."

    A door was shut again. The person you were given to started to make strange gurgling sounds and hissing whimpers.

    They seemed to have trouble sitting you right on their lap. For all the laps you have sat on, which was a total of two. Theirs was most ferm you had felt. The way you found out that Papyrus was made of literal bone was when you were told to sit on his lap to watch Mettaton's show. And the other time was at a foster aunt's Easter party when there was a photo being taken. Their lap was just as bony as Papyrus. So this person was like your mattress back at the abandoned apartment complex compared to those two.

    A door was opened again, but this time in front of you and more to your left.

"Alright. I am skipping on playing my music this time. We have ta' go!" You could hear the focus in their voice as they made a clicking noise. And their hands hitting and pulling things that made the car jerk at the sudden motion.

    'Coz' moved one of their hands to, what you are guessing to be, the roof of the car. Another thing was cranked and the car, once more lurched forward. The movement was making your stomach queasy. You leaned forward hoping to catch yourself. And you do. But you feel something you didn't expect. A foot. Or, at least, what feels like one. However, you don't have the time to examine it. Not with your tummy doing hopscotch over top of your lower intestine.

    Coz must have taken notice as they made more of those strange noises. The driver responded, but they are all too muffled as you try not to dry heave in this person's vehicle.

    You have no idea what the smell is in their car, but it kept the feeling at bay. Some kind of wood smell, smokey and soft. Was that the campfire smell you smelled on them when they were carrying you? It didn't matter at the moment. You had to keep focused on not throwing up the nothing that was now making itself well-known in your stomach. 

    The crinkling sounds of a bag caught your attention. The soft smell of what used to be in there, coffee it seems, still lingered in it. A giant hand was gently placed on your back. A smooth and soft rubbing pattern was felt going along your back.

    You suddenly doubled over as you could not hold it in any longer. You started to dry heave. A metallic taste was all you could feel as spit came back up. 

    Heave after heave, it was nothing but the feeling of acid and saliva. 

    Good God, it felt horrible. 

    The hand did not stop. In fact, it changed directions every so often as a way to not irritate your back. There were more strange hissing sounds. The person in the front sounded alarmed and seemed to have Chara's colorful dictionary. The car gave small motifs of movement increase. A quiet rev of the engine and a pullback of gravity.

    Speaking of Chara, they were silent. Seeming to do what they did in the Underground. Judging. Chara did not like people, humans, and monsters alike.

    They only liked you because, well you two were attached. Also, you could feel each other's emotions. Trust wasn't really a question for you two. Chara helped you spare all the monsters of the Underground. And you helped them see the sun again and you never bothered to lie unless you had to. That was enough for them to put their trust in you. And you, trusted them just the same, even if it did kill a few times. You blamed that on your lack of sight more than Chara.

    And Chara was keeping up with everything. You could only picture what they could be seeing. These two whisk you away to some unknown place. To do who knows what to you. Chara wanted to be ready.

    But this feeling in your chest, that wasn't the agonizing pain of your lungs being cut out by your horrible dry heaving; It was as though Chara was sending out small waves of.... hope? A pleasant feeling of surprise and a small anchorage of trust with these two. A rare feeling to get from Chara. But with what they are doing for you, you could understand why Chara would put some trust in them.  

    You did stop dry heaving as it changed into soft coughs and nose sniffles. Your head still pounding on your front, and your lungs are also not doing great. You were breathing heavily as your chest felt tight, like how Sans and Papyrus did with their famous 'Blue' attack.

     At the moment, you were just laying on Coz. You're only pillar as you took deep gasps of air. You felt so out of it, it was quite comfortable with how you were situated. You hear something muffled, you opted it to be the wind.

     When some time time passed something shook you a bit. You did a mental blink, then did it with your eyes. You still couldn't see. What were you expecting? But the sounds of chuffs and lizard hissing made you try and look up.

    You saw a dark gray maroon blob with black and teal thrown in for good measure. But the blob that struck out against the darker blurs and smearing colors you assumed was 'Coz'. A motion moved your hazy eyes to look at a new form from the blob. As it got closer you could make out the separation of what you were guessing to be fingers and the hand. However, it was still relatively blurry.

'Coz is a monster, a lot like Alphys and MK.' Chara piped up, giving you all they give you.

'They are a purple lizard. Super tall, maybe just as tall as Papyrus, if not taller.' You nod. Following with Chara. Pretending as though you knew what 'purple' was. 

'As for this human. They are a redhead. Kinda chunky but also skinny. Kinda reminding me of Sans. But, if he was more country. They haven't even bothered to open their mouth all the way. They just kinda, move their lips.' Chara seemed intrigued by the human. The huge monster who was holding on to you was thrown to the back of their mind. This 'redhead' human was more of Chara's focus.

    When Chara said that, 'Kinda reminding me of Sans.' did make you go rigid. You hoped they were not like Sans. You were not looking forward to a 'good time'. The human did speak up.

    "Hey, we're bout to pull into the Urgent Care. I know they can't do as much as a' hospital can, but you need some help pronto!" You understood that much. You also much preferred Urgent Care over a hospital anyway. The bill would have been horrible for these two, at least this one will be much nicer to them.

    And in no time at all, the car slowed down and rocked as there was a shift in height. Soon the feeling of movement was crawled to a halt. The car engine went dead as the sound of keys got ripped out of something.

"Cozbi, get 'em inside! They need as little contact with the cold as possible." The human, once again takes command of the lizard. A snappy hiss of, what your guess is understanding was exchanged; As you rocked gently in 'Cozbi's' arm.

    They moved quickly, you felt lightheaded. Maybe it was your body registering the height of Coz the lizard, or maybe it was the suddenness of temperature change. Whatever it may be, you put your face in Coz's neck. Well, maybe it wasn't their neck, but it felt like the area where the neck connected to the shoulder.

    A doorbell chimed as you felt yourself lurch down and then back up again. The length of the reptilian monster now making itself more present as you felt them stay hunched over, as it may be slight. You could still feel their neck lean more forward rather than the rested feeling it had when you were in a room with a ceiling. 

    The world moves around you, a sharp teal-white room with more of the blurred maze paints itself as you look over Coz's shoulder. You hear as though someone is scared as you are assuming, Cozbi is hissing and grunting at them.

    Not too long into standing there hearing the hissing fit, the doorbell chams again; You look over. A striking pale pink and black blur properly makes it way toward you and Coz.

"Sorry about Cozbi, I told her to get in here so the kiddo wouldn't be in the cold for too long. Do you have anyone in who might be able to help the little bucko over here?" The voice taking a lazy pause, "You see, we found them in the cold and about ready to sleep once last time. Is there anyone available to help 'em?"

"Yes ma'am. I will need their regenerations, and social security card to do so." The person they were dealing with sounded older, but also slightly unwilling to help.

"Damnit" The lazy voice whispered, not well enough, "We don't have thoughts!" The human stated again. 

    The monotone older voice replied, "Then I cannot help you. I am sorry."

"For all that is- Look!" Another pause but more stressed than before. And you felt the scratching in your lungs again. "The kiddo here has a bad cough. An' incredibly high fever, you could cook an egg on it, and is dry heaving blood! What do they have and how do I help 'em?"

    There was a pregnant pause as someone typed something and then a bit more of a wait. You couldn't hold back the itching in your throat. Covering your hand over your mouth you started another fit.

    Coz made movements to rub your back to try patting you carefully. As well as move away from the commotion. Coz changed to gentle cycles again as your fit calmed down. This time you tasted something acidic and metallic. It didn't sit right in your mind.

    You moved your hand so you could see what the wet feeling in your hand was. all you could see on your dark, but still pale pink hand was a striking hue of bright red. The same color as Sans's glowing eye. You felt a shiver go down your spine. 

    A dark grayish-maroon blob softly takes your hand. You can feel the smooth but gritty texture of their fingers. They felt more like a longer fingernail than like yours or any other fingers you had felt. The hand was rough and callused like some kind of lizard or jagged skin. It was still soft in a comforting way. The blob took your hand and carefully squeezed it.

    Is this Coz's hand? It must be. Then, are they telling you something? Maybe I will be okay, or maybe I to relax. You were so tired at this point. You no longer wanted to stay awake. 

'Don't you dare sleep Frisk! They are getting you some help!'  You wanted to obey Chara, but you could no longer fight off sleep.

    But you were tired, even if you had no power left to fight. You did. Chara was cheering you on. But through the battle of you versus sleep, Cozbi had started to lended down. It was a low descent that didn't make you feel bad.

    Someone was trying to talk to you, and you were willing to listen. 

"You can rest for now. But I will wake you in fifteen minutes." The lazy voice was letting you sleep? You no longer had to fight?

    And, with no hesitation, you were out like a light.