"No! They have the space laser!" Yelled Frisk's bunk mate as they played some futuristic game. Frisk was always annoyed at this and pulled the pillow over their head in an effort to block the noise. Everyday was something even more terrible for Frisk, yesterday there wasn't even enough food to go around! Or at least, none for them. They always teased Frisk or humiliated him on some way, so what was the point of staying? But Frisk knew the outside world was worse than here, so why go on the same? Frisk mulled over the thought of death, but realized that was way to extreme for his situation. He had a home, right?
Eventually Frisk's "friend" stopped playing and fell asleep, giving Frisk a chance at sweet slumber. The next morning Frisk got up to the sight of the orphanage caretaker staring them in the face. She looked happy, but why? "You're leaving!" She screamed in Frisk's ear. Confused, he signed to her a question that inquired "Why?" She laughed maniacally, "There's no room! Someone's got to go!" she smiled smugly, "I know it's unethical, but I got approval from the board to say otherwise!" she sighed, "You're the runt, you won't get adopted so what's the point of keeping a mute child? You only cost us money. We'd be happy to rid of you!" As she said this Frisk realized, this was the perfect opportunity! Death is painless right? If you do it right then pain is non-existent! Instead of freezing or starving to death, how about falling to death? They knew the perfect place too, up the mountain, whoever climbs up is apparently never seen again! "Perfect," Frisk thought, so they went on to climb the mountain.
Upon finding the top of said mountain, Frisk found a large hole. Instantly thoughts passed through their mind, regrets, laughter, PAIN. Once this had passed, they jumped in. They sailed through the air, like a graceful eagle; if eagles hit other falling objects. Frisk started howling with laughter, a way to go wasn't it? No regrets, no sorrow, all fun and games! Frisk saw the ground approaching and closed their eyes. *THUMP*
Frisk knew they weren't dead, they thought, "Flowers? Are you kidding me?!" As this went through Frisk's head, Frisk fainted. Flowers aren't THAT good at being cushions.
( author's note: suicide is a touchy note, this and very little on are the only parts containing it)