When I was little the other kids would tease me. They would tell me that I was nothing more than and accident. A freak of nature. I believed them… I hated myself because no one wanted me. I was, just another mistake.

I would start to cut myself. The people at the orphanage began to call me insane. They said I should be in a hospital for children like me. They told me I was a monster.

When I turned eight the housemother I was with began to beat me. Again I started cutting at my body. Stealing knives from the Kitchen and slicing myself anywhere that wasn't already covered in wounds. After a year and a half going unseen, one of the daycare ladies noticed the bandages under my sweater. She tore my sweater off of me to see the several scars all over my body. That night the housemother locked me in a room with nothing in it.

The next day I was beaten for being unlike the other girls in the house. I decided then that I wanted to die. That maybe if I did I could start again. So that night I ran away. I went to Mt. Ebbot, known for children disappearing. I stood looking into the darkness, sobbing as I made my final decision to jump or not. I heard someone call for me from behind. I turned to see, then my foot slipped and I watched as the night sky grew far away.

I woke, my body hurting everywhere. I tried moving my couldn't find the strength to sit up. I began sobbing, calling out for someone, something to come for me. Maybe someone would show pity for this freak child. But, the more I cried, the more I yelled, the more I became tired. My cries finally subsided, and I laid there, helpless.

I-I don't want to die… I change my mind…

"I could help you with that…" A child's voice, maybe a bit older than me, spoke softly beside me. I weakly turned my head to find a child with sad eyes gazing down at me.

"I… can help you live…" They took my hand, and just then I noticed I could see through them. I flinched at first but then relaxed.

"I'll give you just enough determination so you can live. But, understand that means I will become a part of you…" They spoke softly, their voice sad and tired. I meekly nodded, they gave me a reassuring smile, before I drifted back into sleep.

I opened my eyes slowly, to found myself still on the golden flowers I had fallen on. This time I could easily move, and my body had little pain. I stood brushing off my cloths, then began to walk toward what looked to be an opening.

"Hi I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower." I took a step back, something told me not to trust him. I Stood staring at him. Slowly he grew agitated.

"Kid, you're really pissing me off here." I took another step back. For some reason I opened my mouth to say something, but I knew I couldn't, so why?

"What cat got your tongue?" I shook my head and began slowly walking backwards. The flower's eye was now twitching, his smile grew twisted.

"I'm done playing games, just die already!" Before I knew it I was on the ground, barely breathing.

What just happened?

You lost health, you've been weakened. Don't worry you'll be safe. I looked around for the child that I had saw earlier, but they were nowhere to be found. I scanned again looking left and right, but no one but me and the flower.

I'm nowhere, kid. I'm part of you now… You're hearing this in your head.

So you can hear me?

Yes, I can…

"What are you doing, you can't escape, you're all mine now!" My head quickly turned to look at Flowey before I could do anything more 'bullets' came flying at me. I covered my head and waited for the worst but nothing happened. I looked and, saw a flame. I was surrounded by brilliant flames…

"What a vile creature, attacking such a small child." A woman's gentle voice.

Don't worry, Toriel won't hurt you. Trust her and you may survive to see the end of the Ruins. Their voice was soothing, yet… filled with sorrow. I suddenly felt tears roll off my face, not because I was scared, but because I could feel everything that they had felt. I felt their anger, and love, their sadness, and worse of all… there determination. It was almost an unrealistic feeling, all they wanted was to keep going, they wanted to do one last good thing before they…

"Oh my, don't be scared dear… I won't hurt you. There, there you have nothing to fear now Child…" I was being gently held in the arms of this stranger… a creature I had never seen until now, and yet I felt safer than I had ever felt in my life. I began sobbing in her arms, crying as loud as I could. Letting out everything I felt. From them and everything I had been through, everything that led me to this creatures warm embrace.

… you-you're just like me… The same child's voice whispered softly, just loud enough that I could pick up a sentence of what they had said.

I stayed in the woman Toriel's arms for a while. I cried until I was to tired to cry anymore. Toriel's eyes were filled with sorrow, like she had seen this before. Like once maybe not so long ago, or far off in the past she had held someone like this. She carried me, wordless every now and again petting my head and squeezing a little closer to her as to never let go again. Then right before I drifted off to a soundless slumber in her arms, I saw tears fill her eyes, and fall lifelessly down her white fur. Then I fell into an endless abyss of my pain, in the twisted form of a dream.

"I'll love you forever,

I'll like you for always,

as long as I'm living

my baby you'll be."

I know this song… where-where have I heard this before. Maybe it's from a far off memory… or a childish fantasy. No, no… this… this was real. I can't quite remember when, or from who, but I know it so well. When I was sad, someone came to me and sang this. Their- no his voice… was so sweet. Your baby I'll be, until you're gone… until… you… d- And then it ended. Just as fast as it came. It reminded me of something… from a far off memory. I hummed the song in my head. Covered in the darkness of my sleep, in the silence of my mind. Over and over again it played, and when I lay awake, with my eyes closed… it still played. But, it was her voice, and she was crying… she was so sad. But I laid there, silently listening to her and someone, the child, in the back of my heart they cried. I fell back to sleep.

How long are you going to sleep?

Until you're not tired… What's your name?

… Chara Dreemur… Yours?

Frisk… I-I don't have a last name.

…Get up, Tori is worried…

My eyes fluttered open to a dark room. It was quiet and the air smelt sweet, like butterscotch. I sat up and looked around. The room was filled with different things, all things you would find in a child's room.

Who's… room is this?

I slowly stood and turned on the light. I took one last look around the room and then stepped out into a hall. The air was thick with the same sweet smell, I followed it with a small smile… It reminded me of something.

"Oh, you're awake." Toriel was in the kitchen smiling down at me as she set a pie on the counter. Her big eyes looked tired but warm. She kneeled down and petted my head.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked with a smile.

I nodded.

"Are you hungry?"

I nodded.

Her smile dropped from her face. And she looked at me quizzically. As if confused or something.

"Can't you speak?" She asked almost in a hushed voice. I fround and shook my head. Ever since I could remember my voice would not come out… I know there was a time that it would chime, but I can't remember when. She sighed and patted my head softly.

"I have an idea, can you write."

I nodded.

She pulled off her oven mit and walked back into the living room area. Then walked to the dining table and set down a box of crayons and paper. She turned to me and smiled.

"You can talk to me this way!" She exclaimed with a big smile. She was so much like a mother… Or maybe not, I never had one… Only the housemother of the orphanage I lived in.

I sat at the table and dumped the crayons out by the paper. I began to write with a smile.

My name is frisk, it is nice to meet you

"It's nice to meet you too Frisk. Would you like some cinnamon butterscotch pie?"

Yes ma'am

"What a polite child you are. Here, would you like me to make you some tea too?"

Yes please and thank you.

We continued to talk before my heart suddenly dropped. I felt like crying, I felt like how I did back then… I gripped the crayon I was holding hard in my hand. Toriel who was doodling only noticed when the crayon snapped. She looked up at me with worried eyes. She put her hand on my shoulder, snapping back to reality, I looked at her then touched my face, it was wet with tears…

Frisk we can't stay here… you know we have to leave…

I know, but… not yet.

I smiled at Toriel and then began to draw. She looked at me sadly for a few more seconds then smiled and started drawing again. We stayed like that for a while, then Toriel said goodnight and went to bed. When she thought I was asleep, she snuck into my room and sang that same song, crying. Then she left and I could hear her crying in her room for what seemed like hours. And when it was silent I crept out of bed.

The key is in the bottom drawer of her night stand. She's a heavy sleeper, just be careful.

I want to stay.

…

I want what I have never had.

…

I want to feel this happy for the rest of my life.

...I know… but if you stay, you nor her, will ever be truly happy. Trust me Frisk.

We silently walked down the hallway, tears falling to the floor as we opened her door, looked at her sleeping face, then left with the key. We slowly made a descent into the darkness of the basement, and down the long hallway. When we finally came to the door, I wanted to run but Chara reassured me and We unlocked the door and slid out leaving the key on the ground on top of a small piece of paper. Then we came face to face with him...

"So you left her, and you managed to do it without fighting her. You've grown smart Chara… I'll see you in Snowdin." And just like that he was gone. Chara was trembling… with anger, or sadness, or both. We stood there for a minute then made our way out into the cold air of somewhere I had never seen.