Darkness.

Not the darkness of gloom and dim, no, but the kind where there was nothing to be seen, feel, or heard at all. Only the pitch black color, along with deafening Silence this obscure prison gave is present, welcoming the girl in a haunting atmosphere.

But why was she here?

What could be lying beyond this vast obscurity that pulled her away from reality?

Or was this reality? She doesn’t know. This nothingness blinded her from the true meaning of existence.

“Hello?” her voice echoed mindlessly through the great vacancy, praying for anyone to answer her calls that could signify even a single entity. Unfortunately, no one did, except for a gust of gentle breeze, indicating a presence of some sort of movement, much to her delight.

She wasn’t alone.

" 👉🔲♓¤⛎📬"

A few moments later, images of sorts; hand signals, emoji, etc., came rushing in to her unguarded mind in a fast pace, seeming to glitch with every change from one image to another, it made her head ache from all the flashing. She knew they could mean something, messages in a familiar code, but couldn’t seem to remember where she last saw them.

"🔥♓◾♑📪   👉🔲♓¤⛎✏"

Someone is trying to tell her something. Something important.

“I can’t understand you.” She mumbled softly.

Immediately, she felt actuality tugging her limbs to go back, light forming to view. And just right before she gets totally sucked in, a raspy voice called out.

“Sing.” It went, deafening ringing of Silence followed, but she was already gone to even hear the torment the stillness gave, a scream of tremendous pain following its chorus melody.

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She fluttered her honey-glazed golden orbs open, to see her lying on her bed, sunlight passing through her window pane, illuminating the whole room. She groaned, sitting up to try and recall whatever happened earlier.

Did I pass out? She thought, seeming to forget the strange dream she had earlier.

The cut she had from the previous fight with Undyne must’ve been so deep, seeing her right arm tended with a bandage.

“Frisk?” a girl with mahogany hair called out from the corner of the room, its owner zooming towards her, her crimson red eyes glowing with pure worry for her sister.

“You’re awake! I’m glad you’re okay, everyone was so worried about you.” She sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed, and holding the brunette’s wounded arm.

‘How long was I out?’ asked Frisk, only to realize that Chara couldn’t really hear her. Somehow, she kind of red her mind.

“You were out for about a couple of hours. You lost too much blood, but luckily, Sans brought that medical kit with him.” The girl shrugged, deep in thought.

“You know; I think I underestimated him. I mean, I did mention that I don’t trust the guy, but seeing that he looks prepared for anything that might happen, kinda made me feel reassured that you’ll be much safer around him.” Chara smirked, with a strange glint in her eyes, “I’ve never seen him this anxious and careful for anyone other than his brother before. Hmm… I wonder why?”

The chocolate brown-haired human frowned at a thought, ‘What happened?’

Again, as if the girl had the same thought with her, “You wanna know what he did earlier?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows in amusement. Frisk nodded in agreement, as Chara leaned in to whisper, holding a mischievous grin.

“He carried you here. And on top of all? Tucked you in.”

Instantly, red roses bloomed from her fairly pale-toned cheeks, her jaw dropped in flabbergast.

‘Ch-chara!’ she mouthed silently in fluster, trying to hide her face with her hands.

“What? It’s not like you like him or anything.” She paused, her eyes widening in realization, “Do you?”

‘No!’ she attempted to shout, but as always, only air came out of her open mouth, her throat feeling a burning sensation from her effort of trying.

“So you do like him!” Chara laughed, “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.” She winked, nudging her elbow at Frisk’s left arm, shooting her a mischievous grin.

She stood up, skipping towards the door to head out.

“I’ll get going to our club meeting then.” She cried, going out, only for her to pop her head back in to say, “You aren’t stopping me anyways. Best be going now, bye!” then the sound of the door closing shut followed.

Analyzing whatever Chara had said, Frisk’s expression turned to fear and worry, causing her to pale. She jumped out of her bed, running out of the room.

‘Chara!? Wait! Get back here!’

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Everyone in the room stared suspiciously at him. After the recent ‘Frisk-fainted’ incident, they couldn’t help but feel accusing towards the skeleton. Sans took note of this, his skull in a blue hue, fearing they might think of the wrong way about his act on carrying the girl immediately.

He prayed no one would, but right after Undyne suddenly spoke up, he knew luck wasn’t by his side.

“Sans?” she began.

“What is it, tempura?”

“Nyah!!! I can’t even start asking if you keep calling me that!?”

“Heh.” Victory.

“What was that all about with the overreacting worried acts of concern towards Frisk, hm?” I spoke too soon.

“Well, I… uh, um, I…” he couldn’t think straight, and stuttering doesn’t help at all, causing for him to turn into fifty shades of blue.

“You do know you can’t get away with it, punk. So spill!”

She’s right, he sighed, facing the fact that this is one of those moment where he couldn’t really escape his friend’s accuses. Better come clean with it then.

“How do I put this.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his collarbone nervously, his pinpricks scanning the room for any thought to come out.

“D-don’t worry. I-if it’s some o-ominously dark s-s-secret, y-you don’t have to t-tell us.” Alphys stammered, giving the troubled skeleton an understanding look.

“N-no! Its ok, I guess. It’ll only get worse if I kept it to myself, and besides. No matter what I do with it, ya’ll eventually find out in the end.” He shrugged, ready to spill the beans.

He gazed at each and every one of them, before giving them the death glare, his eye sockets pitch black with the lack of the glow of his pinpricks and the darkness within, “Promise me ya won’t tell anyone about this, or ya’ll end up having a bad time, capiche?”

They, of course, nodded, fearing for they’ve already know what it meant for them to have a bad time, especially Undyne since she experienced it the worst.

“I…” he began, gulping down the nervousness, “I kinda have this… feeling… in my soul, ya know?”

“Just get to the point already!” the whole club yelled in perfect chorus. One of the perks of being part of the school’s Music Club.

“Ok, ok!” he shakily sighed, “I like her!”

“Who?”

“Really now? I like Frisk.” He admitted.

Mettaton was at the door, looking out to see Chara being chased down by the lucky girl herself. He smirked evilly, glancing at Sans mischievously.

“We can’t hear you, darling.~ Mind saying that out a bit louder? ~” he said, trying to hold back a giggle. The skeleton raised a nonexistent eyebrow, before sighing.

“I like Frisk.” He confessed a bit louder than before. And with that, everyone became silent all of a sudden. Thinking that what he just said astonished them, he chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s true.” He started, not noticing his friends trying to stop him from babbling further. Unfortunately, they couldn’t, leaving Sans to continue.

“I know, funny isn’t it? Falling for someone ya just met, and knowing I’m that type of guy who doesn’t like being around girls, but her? There’s just this feeling… the weird urge to try and keep up with her, like there’s this sort of connection between the two of us. I guess there’s more about this ‘like’ thing than I know.”

‘Like who?’ a gentle voice suddenly floated in his mind, his whole system instantly shutting down at the melodic sound, he now wished wasn’t there. If he only he had skin, you could see how pale he’d be right now, sweat dropping tremendously.

Trembling with unsteady pinpricks, he slowly glanced beside him to see a flustered brunette human, a bandage neatly wrapped her injured right arm that he recognized as the one he tended, as her glimmering golden honey-glazed eyes wondered curiously at him.

Shoot! She must’ve heard!

A minute had already passed, and the whole room was still silent, intently gazing at the two friends, a smirk planted on each faces. The two, on the other hand, just sat there, giving each other an uncomfortable stare.

Before Frisk could utter another word in his mind, however, he disappeared with his blue-tinted skull.

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A/n: Writing in WingDings is fricking hard!!! Yet I managed to do it, so I hope you guys know what it means. Turns out, there really was a WingDing alphabet in existence, so better search up 'WingDing Alphabet' or 'Unicode' (The IRL WD).