It had never gone like this before. Not any of the other time lines, not any of the other beating, not what his father did, not his mothers reaction, not the sharp stinging on his cheek. None of this has happened before. It filled him with fear, it filled him with hope. It filled Frisk with determination.
It was 3am. The noises had only stopped a half hour ago. It lasted so much longer this time.
But now it was quite and time to act, yet Frisk still lingered under his bed afraid of what awaited him. Would this time be different, he had try for it to be. And he was so very tired and scared and lonely.
A fresh batch of tears threatened to fall when suddenly Frisk heard his parents bedroom door open. His body, tears even breathing froze.
This has never happened before.
He shouldn't have waited, he should have left when he could, but he couldn't escape now. Soft foot steps were slowly padding toward his room.
Oh god they were opening his door. Who was it? Was he going to die? Here, already?
"Baby? Where are you?" A soft yet broken voice called out into the darkness.
It hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Mom!" Frisk squeaked while scrambling from his hiding spot as quietly as he could, launching himself at the small woman.
She let out a pained grunt but held him all the same. New tears, this time from relief, stained the breast of her shirt where Frisk lay his head.
"Mom. " he hiccuped through his sobs " I-I thought, I...You.."
"Shh." she smoothed his hair and rubbing his back lovingly. " It's ok, I'm ok baby. Shh calm down."
He was able to lessen the tears but he didn't want to let her go. Still overwhelmed by the fact she was alive.
"Baby..." her hand had stilled and she sounded a little worried, a little unsure. " I need you to be my big boy and be very quiet and help me pack your backpack. Can you do that for me."
Frisk looked up at her to see she was smiling at him but fear was in her eyes. He had hoped for this. It wouldn't take long, he had had time to do it this time, while he was listening to the noises from his parents room, waiting.
Reluctantly he left his mothers embrace and grabbed the bag by the closet. "Ready." He said hope lacing its way into his fear. She gave him a questioning look but said nothing about his preparations.
He hurried back to her and grabbed her hand as she lead him out the hallway then down the stairs toward the garage and he never looked back.
In the light he saw her better. He almost wish he hadn't.
Both eyes were black. Her lips split and flecked with blood. A bloody rip on her cheek was swollen and purple. Worst of all were the marks round her neck. The imprint of two large hands.
Now in the car they could speak.
"Mom where are we going." He asked her trying not to care since she was there with him.
"Away... just away baby." She sounded so tiered.
"What about... dad." He whispered.
The car came to a jerky halt halfway out the garage. She had stopped breathing, so had Frisk.
"He's ... he's ok... it's fine... he's just... he isn't coming baby." She had begun to cry and Frisk held his tongue, as the car slowly pulled out the long drive and started into the forest, not wanting to upset her more.
"I, I'm so sorry Charles... I'm sorry I couldn't save you." she whispered to herself making Frisk think of who he needed to save.
Mind made up he told her he had to potty and just couldn't wait until they got to the gas station at the bottom of the mountain, he would just have to pee in the woods.
"Mom! Mom come see what I found!" Frisked yelled out to her where he knew she was waiting next to the running car.
"Oh baby... please we have to go, just hurry up and come back, please." She called back in her worried Mom voice. He had missed that.
"No. You have to come here!" Frisk whined knowing she would come and edging closer to the hole leading to the underground. If she saw him fall down he just knew she had to follow.
"Ok. Fine." She grumbled making her way through the trees. "What is it ba- Oh my god! Get away from there!" She didn't just sound Mom worried, she sounded terrified as she began rushing toward Frisk and the large hole.
And with a well placed "whoa" he pretended to fall in. His mother shrieked and without a second thought jumped in after her child leaving behind the their bags the running car and the world as they knew it.
