I could feel my anxiety in my chest, hanging heavy like a saturated cloth, making my hands quiver and sweat. I walked through the crowded streets of down town, praying that no one stopped me in the streets to ask me questions, or tell me their condolences, or something along those lines. 

Not remembering what had happened, and everyone refusing to tell me what happened really does something to someone like me. I sighed as I glanced around a little bit, jumping slightly when I could swear I saw someone, someone with blue strings dangling above them and the word "error" floating around their body.

But they disappeared with a quick blink, leaving me to try and calm down from the sudden hallucination. Quickly slipping into an alley way I checked my phone, making sure that the notification that I had gotten earlier had been resolved.

The app told me that it was indeed gone, the threat had decided to resolve itself. I also checked my messages while I was at it, seeing there was a text from both MK and Sans.

Heya, kiddo. Just checking in. I saw the notification and wanted to make sure you were okay. Text me back when you get this.

Sans had sent, and I shook my head a little bit. I didn't know much about the past, but I did know that at one point I had loved him. I didn't anymore, needing to rediscover my relationships with the people around me, and not really trusting anyone yet. He tried really hard to connect with me, I felt bad for not pushing the friendship back but. . . I didn't need to get involved with someone again, not that quickly.

Wasup Frisk! I was wondering where you were today. You missed school again. Everyone really missed you today, Frisk. You're really catching up, though! That year doesn't mean anything to you! You're too smart for that gap to matter!

MK, or Monster Kid, had sent, making me smile a little bit. He was the one that didn't treat me differently, which I really liked. Forgetting my past didn't handicap me; I still had the basic skills, and I still knew everything, I just didn't know that I knew it until I relearned it. It was strange in that way.

I clicked off my phone and slipped back into the busy streets, bee lining for my car once it came into sight. I slammed the door behind me and breathed, the oh-so familiar suffocating feeling leaving my throat, my chest lightening. Turning on the car I headed home, happy that I had gotten that little expedition over with.

~*~

Pulling up into the driveway I made sure that I had locked my car as I headed up to the door, carrying the four bags of groceries up to the door with ease. I kicked the door open after I had unlocked it and almost had a heart attack as I heard a slight clanging noise from the kitchen.

I dropped the bags in my hands lightly and slowly closed the door, creeping up to my bedroom. I grabbed the small gun that I had hidden under my mattress and crept towards the kitchen, peering around the corner.

I saw the familiar figure of Sans leaning against the counter, looking out the window as he tapped his foot on the floor. I stood up and sighed, making him flinch.

"What are you doing in my house?" I asked, my voice a little hostile.

"I-I had a key, from before, and I just. . . I wanted to know if you were okay. You didn't reply to my text. . ." He sounded a little ashamed, and with good reason.

"Give me the key back, Sans." I held my hand out, pocketing the gun with the safety on.

"Frisk, I--"

"Give me the key and leave. I can't have strangers entering my house without my knowledge to 'check up on me'. You scared me half to death!" I explained.

He spoke softly, "Frisk, I. . . I just want things to go back to the way they were. . ."

"You're not the only one who wants that. But that isn't going to happen, and so I need things to change. Keys. Now. And then get out. Please." I felt my temper getting short.

Sans gave me the keys, and headed towards the door, me tailing him. He paused for a moment before leaving, "You know I still love you, Frisk."

"I don't know if I still love you, Sans," I replied honestly, not feeling bad for saying that.

He frowned and slammed the door a little bit, obviously upset by me saying this. I locked the door and grabbed my groceries, heading to the kitchen. I dropped the spare key in the loose floorboard in the pantry, momentarily glancing at the blue string and heart locket I had stored away in the small space.

Making sure the board was secure, I got on with the groceries, putting them in their place quite quickly. After that, I headed to my room, checking that to see if any warnings had gone through. Nothing. Good.

I laid on top of my bed, plugging my phone into the charger and turning on the Bluetooth. I switched on my "Pondering" playlist and listened, shaking my head slowly.

"I don't love him." I said a loud to myself, "He needs to leave. He needs to leave me alone and I need to regather my shattered life. I need to understand what these nightmares mean, and I need to stay alive. No one is making that easier."

I jumped as my phone rang, and I picked it up, rubbing the temple of my nose as I asked, "What's up?"

"H-Hey Frisk! W-What's up?" Alphys sounded from the other end.

"Nothing, really. Just catching up in school and trying to keep myself calm." I answered honestly.

"O-Oh, w-w-well, I know that you c-can do it. Just have d-d-determination."

"Heh, I am. Did you need to tell me something?" I tried to get to the point.

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before she said, "I-I think that I-I-I need to tell you something. . . S-Something from your past. . ."

I sat up on my bed and leaned over the edge, listening very closely.

"What is it?"

"You. . . Have you e-ever seen Chara as a-a-a bad guy? In your nightmares or h-hallucinations?"

"Yeah, I have. . . " I trailed off as I thought about what had happened, what I had seen.

"T-Those. . . W-W-What happened was. . . It was real. T-Those hallucinations really happened, well, they usually did."

I laughed a little bit, "You think I didn't know that, Alphys? I have been attacked by some of the things I've seen, you know."

"I-I know but. . . Frisk, there are people after you. T-T-There are bad people, a-and they wanted you dead and. . . I-I think. . . I think they're c-c-coming back. . ."

I frowned, "Alphys, I know they're coming back. I've seen them around. I know that there are people after me, that was obvious the moment I was woken up from a frozen slumber. You didn't need to keep this from me, anyways. There's no need to be so anxious."

"Frisk, t-t-they tried to kill you! They might as well have, with the low chances t-t-that you would have woken up. A-And being shut off to your friends i-i-is not helping."

"I am not being shut off, Alphys! I don't know you people, and with no one telling me anything about my past, apparently, I don't have any reason to trust you! You guys are strangers to me, whether you feel like I'm a stranger or not. And I don't appreciate that you are all acting like everything's as it was because it obviously isn't. How do I get it through all of your heads?"

"Y-Y-You know what, Frisk? Fine. J-Just push us all away. W-W-We'll be waiting for you when you accept us."

"Accept you? Are you really trying to make me out as a villain? Well, I'm sorry that I don't know anything from my past and I can't tell if I should trust you all or not!"

"W-We saved your life, Frisk! W-W-Why would you n-not trust us?" Alphys sounded like she was on the brink of snapping.

"You know what, Alphys? You call me to tell me something about my past, something that I should have rightfully know about before, then tell me off for being cautious around people who are refusing to tell me about what happened over the past almost twenty years. So I bid you goodnight."

I could hear Alphys replying as I pulled my phone away from my ear, hanging up on her. My music faded back in and I flopped back down onto my bed, screaming into the pillow for a second.

I couldn't deal with them, I couldn't deal with them on top of everything else. They needed to leave me alone until I came to them. They needed to give me space. But that wouldn't happen, would it? They just couldn't accept that I was apart from them and I needed to figure out who they were again.

I turned to face the window, clutching my pillow with anger. I watched the sunset and gratefully tried to sleep, falling asleep quite quickly despite the rage I could feel in my chest.

Tomorrow is another day. Hopefully a better one.