Inferno Tale 3 Not your average Joe...

Francesca began to stir awake, and when she started to gain consciousness, she realized she wasn't on the ground in that dirty alleyway, but rather laying ontop a bed in a room. She sat up and looked around - it didn't look like a regular hospital room; in fact she wasn't in a hospital gown. She was in different clothes, however, and had bandages wrapped around parts of her body which ached in pain when she tried to move. She eventually got to the side of her bed, sitting on it. It hurt too much to move anymore than that and didn't really plan on moving any further than she did.

The door creaked open, causing her to look over and spot the same boy she saw in the alleyway. That horrifying realization hit her, she was in HIS house. That wasn't a dream, that was real life; she actually saw someone...no...people...get murdered by an honest-to-goodness devil; in her opinion was much more fearsome than a demon.

"I wouldn't move too much if I were you." He spoke to her, breaking the silence between the two. "You'll reopen some wounds - and I don't intend to get bloody for you again." He replied harshly.

"R-Right...t-thanks..." She responded, the boy merely clicked his tongue in annoyance, holding a tray with food on it - he set the tray on the table beside her and shoved her back onto the bed. She groaned when the sudden movement irritated her wounds again.

"Uhm...Shosuke, was it?" Francesca asked. The boy stared at her, "You can call me Shawn." Shawn responded. Frisk nodded in reply.

"Why...did you help me?" Francesca asked. Shawn tilted his head in confusion, which made her decide to elaborate what she meant. "Back in the alleyway. You saved me from those guys." Shawn looked away, contemplating that very question himself.

"I thought you were someone else. I was mistaken." Shawn responded, Francesca looked away from him. The conversation starting to turn awkward between the both of them.
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"Why did you cut yourself?" He asked, breaking the silence. Francesca's eyes widened in horror, realizing that if she was in new clothes - he changed her, which made her softly blush, but grow an ashamed expression that he saw the cuts on her wrists.

"I...don't mean to be rude; but it's none of your business." Francesca responded. It was true, she didn't want to be mean to her savior - devil or not; he DID save her from dying. To show disrespect to someone, if they bothered to take time out of their day to help you, was not the way to make friends with them. She heard Shawn softly snicker.

"You're right. I didn't realize I don't even know you." He sighed, "Well. I told you my name - it's only fair you tell me yours." He replied. Francesca nodded understandingly, mentally slapping herself for forgetting manners.

"Sorry. I'm Francesca Williams, but my friends..." She hesitated for a bit before sighing, "I mean...'friends'...called me Frisk." Shawn stared at her for a while.

"Do you not like that name?" Shawn asked. Francesca shrugged, "I don't have a preference for either or." She answered. Shawn nodded.

"Then you're blue." Shawn replied, Francesca stared at Shawn for a second - contemplating what he called her. "B-Blue?" She asked, confused.

"You wore a blue-violet jumper, did you not?" Shawn asked rhetorically. She understood where the nickname came from now - which was understandable as blue was one of her favorite colors.

"Y-Yeah. Right." She responded. "Do you hate it?" He asked her, to which she quickly shook her head. "No! No! I love it." Francesca smiled, "You just caught me off guard, is all..." She explained. Shawn nodded before beginning to walk away.

"W-Wait, Shawn~" She spoke up, Shawn stopped halfway to the door and looked back at her. "H-How much?" She asked.

"Pardon?"

"How much? For letting me stay here?" She explained. She saw the confused expression shift to a sly smirk.

"Blue, this is a residence. Not a hospital. Stay for as long as you need." He responded. Francesca nodded, with a slight blush forming on her cheeks again. Not only did she appreciate his kindness - hospitality and such - but every time he called her by that nickname, it brought something to her heart. Not romantic feelings, mind you, but something. She felt as though she could trust him - that she'd be safer if she just stayed here, with him. Eventually she'd be forgotten, no one would look for her, everyone would be glad she's gone. All that mattered was that she'd be safe, here, with Shawn.

"~Frisk." Shawn called out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts as she looked at him. "Are you okay?" He asked. Francesca nodded in response.

"Of course..." She thought for a second, he wore black and red, his eyes were crimson red...what nickname would you come up with for black and red? "Blake~" She said aloud, while Shawn stared at her confused then for a second tried to restrain built up laughter at the nickname. She tried to as well, as they looked at each other.

"Alright Blue. Get some rest." Shawn replied, leaving her alone in the bedroom. She sighed as she looked at the tray of food. It was dinner, judging by the portions of it. She took one more look around the room, sighing contentedly as she embraced the new comfort of what would be her temporary bedroom - unless she decided whether to leave to that dream apartment of hers or stay here with Shawn.

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