The closet was small and dark, she sat in the corner of the closet with her knees pulled up to her chin and arms wrapped round her legs,listening as the front door flew open and the drunken yells of her daddy echoing through the house.
"Francesca, where the hell are you?" he angrily called out "you little brat, get out here right now." Seven year old Francesca, commonly known as Frisk was constantly at the receiving end of her dad's anger issues and abuse which had started shortly after her Mother died from an Illness the year before. The death of her mother had hit her dad hard and he turned to the bottle but his excessive drinking had turned him into a violent bully and he spent most of his time going to the local bar, leaving Frisk alone for hours before returning home and abusing the little girl both physically and mentally.
"You better come out here right now you little bitch" he snarled and still huddled in the corner of her bedroom closet, Frisk squeezed her eyes shut, listening in terror as his footsteps drew nearer and nearer until the closet door flew open and the giant of a man dragged the tiny seven year old out before throwing her to the floor.
"Thought you could hide from you did you, little brat" he drunkenly sneered, delivering a kick to the small, trembling child curled up on the floor, attempting to protect herself from the beatings but to no avail.
"No daddy, please stop" Frisk begged as he continued to beat her before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving the child curled up on the floor, shaking and covered in fresh bruises. The little girl lay there for what felt like hours before slowly pulling herself to her feet, listening for any signs of noise but the whole house was silent and Frisk knew that her dad had gone back out again and this gave her the perfect opportunity to do what she had been planning to do for a long time now and that was to run away. For the past year, Frisk had suffered abuse and neglect at the hands of her drunken father and now she decided it was time to leave and probably find somewhere safer to stay.
"I can't stay here any longer" she said to herself as she packed a small rug sack and changed into some clean clothes which was a light blue sweater with two large pink stripes running across the middle, blue knee length shorts, black leggings and brown ankle boots "I don't want to be hurt by daddy anymore." After she finished changing, Frisk put on her small rug sack, quietly crept downstairs, listening for any noise and hoping that her dad wouldn't come back, the girl feared what he might do if he caught her about to run away but luckily he didn't and this made Frisk feel more at ease but she was also a little hesitant about running away, being only Seven years old, the outside world could be a dangerous place to her but she thought perhaps maybe she would feel much safer out there than in her own home, maybe she could perhaps find a family friend or relative and tell them what her dad had been doing to her ever since her Mother died.
"Well, this is it" she whispered as she reached the front door "if I leave now, daddy can't hurt me anymore." Taking a deep breath, Frisk placed her hand on the door handle and pulled the door open before slowly stepping out into the darkened streets which were silent and empty, the residents asleep in their beds, unaware that a small, skinny and beaten Seven year old girl was out in the night, all alone. Wrapping her arms around herself in attempted to keep herself warm, Frisk walked quickly through the streets until she came to her house of someone who was good friends with her Mother, perhaps she could go over there and try and wake her up and tell her what she had been going through for the past year, tell them how ever since her Mother passed away, he had turned to the bottle and used her as his own personal punching bag and as she was about to knock on the door, she heard a yell from behind her.
"HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING OUT YOU LITTLE BITCH" Frisk whipped her head around to see her dad staggering towards her, more drunk than he was when he beat her "YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE OUT AT THIS TIME, GET HERE NOW OR AM I GOING TO HAVE TO DRAG YOU BACK BY YOUR HAIR." Without hesitation, Frisk turned and ran in the opposite direction as he attempted to chase after her but since he was too drunk he only staggered but he didn't give up, he chased after the little girl until he stumbled forward, passing out drunk but Frisk continued running until she reached the forest that was close to the street she lived in and once she got further and further, she stopped to catch her breath before looking over her shoulder to make sure that he wasn't still chasing her and thankfully he wasn't, she had lost him.
"I'm never going back there" she muttered to herself "he can't make me." Shivering, she rubbed her arms and looked around, she had been in this forest before, she and her parents would often come here for picnics or just to take a walk but she had never been here at night and it was pretty creepy in the dark. Adjusting the straps of her rug sack, Frisk began making her way through the dark forest, constantly checking over her shoulder to make sure that her dad wasn't following her but thankfully he wasn't.
"It's really creepy in here at night" the girl muttered to herself before she got a glimpse of something up ahead, a huge mountain and Frisk had heard many stories about this mountain, she heard that people who climbed up there were never seen or heard from again but she had always been fascinated by this story and she often wrote stories about the mountain and she believed that people climbed up there to escape from the problems they were facing in life and with the cruel abuse she was suffering she thought maybe she could climb the mountain to see if the stories where true and if they weren't then maybe she could just continue heading on and perhaps find a family friend or relative.
Once she arrived at the mountain, Frisk was amazed at how high it was but she was determined and also curious to climb up there, she had come this far now and there was no way she was going to turn back, she may only be Seven but she knew in her mind that she would be better off somewhere else and not at home, being physically and mentally abused.
"Okay, maybe if I climb up there and hang around for a little bit then I go back down and maybe go to a relatives house and tell them that daddy's been hitting me" she said before slowly making her way up "I wonder if the stories about the people who climb up here disappearing are true." The little girl continued on climbing until she reached a small cave halfway up and growing rather tired, she decided that perhaps she could camp out in there and then proceed climbing the mountain in the morning.
"Maybe I'll be safe in here, daddy won't find me" she said as she walked in only to see that it was pitch black and it was so dark that she didn't notice the trail of vines behind her and the huge gaping hole next to it.
"It's so dark in here" she whispered as she wondered around the dark space, getting nearer and nearer to the hole which she couldn't see due to the pitch blackness of the place and as she got nearer and nearer, she walked into a piece of vine that was sticking up from the ground which caused her to trip over it and before she knew it, she felt herself falling for what seemed like hours and she screamed at the top of her lungs until she came to a landing which caused her to hit her head on the ground, knocking her unconscious.
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"Hey kid, wake up." With a small groan, Frisk slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was daylight shining through the hole that was high above, meaning that it was now probably morning and the girl wondered how long she had been knocked out for but she could she could recall hearing a voice speaking to her just as she was slowly coming round but thought maybe with her hitting her head, her brain was probably playing tricks on her and still feeling really groggy from being knocked unconscious, she slowly closed her eyes again, she just wanted to go to sleep.
"Aww come on now, don't go falling asleep on me again, I've been here for hours waiting for you to come round." This time, Frisk was certain that she heard a voice and with another groaned, she slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to see that there was a Flower right next to her but it wasn't just a regular Flower, this one had a face and Frisk began to wonder if maybe she hit her head harder than she thought and was now hallucinating.
"Are you real?" she asked, slowly pulling herself up into a sitting position, still feeling dizzy from her fall.
"Well the last time I checked" the Flower replied, it's face breaking into quite an adorable grin "so, you're new to the underground huh" it looked up at the hole above "golly, you fell quite a long way didn't you, you were knocked out pretty bad, you've been unconscious for hours" Frisk groaned in response, rubbing her head "anyway, I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower and I'm going to teach you all about how things work down here, but first I am going to heal that nasty head injury you got from falling all the way down here."
"Kay" Frisk replied, still confused that there was a Flower talking to her. With her hand still on her head, the little girl watched as small white seed like objects began to hover in the air.
"Now these right here are friendliness pellets" Flowey told her, giving the girl a wink "they have magical healing powers and if you catch some, they'll heal that nasty head bump of yours, so try and catch as many as you can and you'll be good as new." Frisk was unsure of what to make of this whole situation but her head was hurting terribly that she was on the verge of almost passing out and this strange talking Flower that called itself Flowey did seem pretty friendly so maybe it was okay to trust him and despite still feeling lightheaded, Frisk slowly got to her feet and grabbed a handful of the pellets.
"Ahhhhh" pain surged through Frisk's small Seven year old body and the child collapsed to the ground as she heard an evil chuckle coming from nearby.
"You idiot" the voice sneered and with her vision foggy, Frisk looked up to see Flowey leering down at her, his expression no longer friendly but instead sinister and demonic "in this world, it's kill or be killed, well, seeing as you're too weak to defend yourself, I can easily take your soul and with the rest of the souls from the other humans that fell down here, I can finally become god of this world." With her head injury growing worse, Frisk did not register the circle of "friendliness pellets" hovering around her, she was far too dazed to even notice what was going on around her anymore that she also didn't notice herself being tied up in vines.
"Now hold still whilst I absorb your soul from your body, oh wait a minute, you're too weak to even move or do anything, this is going to be so much easier than I thought" the demonic Flower began cackling insanely as the pellets began to close in on the small girl who lay unmoving on the ground, barely conscious and being held in place by vines and just before the pellets could touch the injured child, a large white flame appeared out of nowhere and knocked Flowey aside.
"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent little girl" a woman's voice said and with her vision still blurry, Frisk could just make out a pair of white furry feet coming towards her until they stopped before she felt a soft warm and furry hand on her shoulder "don't worry my child, you're going to be alright." That was the last thing Frisk heard before she drifted into unconsciousness.