You tried to jump over the branch, but of course your boot got caught and you fell into the hard and cold earth.

You quickly recovered and were once again running through the dark forest, you saw that your hand was bleeding badly. You didn't care all that much but you felt that a part of your knee was scathed, you hissed in pain as the cold air made contact with your open wound. You stopped for a moment you try and see your wound, his scream made you stop caring and just ran like a madman.

"FRISK!" His voice seemed to be everywhere, all at once.

You felt yourself tire after only a few seconds, your were huffing and gasping for breath. Movies where someone can just jog for hours and not even break a sweat were complete lies you could barely jog for more than a second.

He yelled your name again.

Oh right running, forgot.

You wanted to just stop moving entirely, your side was hurting like hell and all oxygen seemed to be leaving you body by the minute. You really hated running but you knew that if you were to stop he would get you.

And then you would never be able to run ever again.

"FRISK STOP RUNNING, WE BOTH KNOW I'LL GET YOU EVENTUALLY!"

You tried to push back the salty tears that were begging to be released, the cold wind was smacking your face and blowing your hair in all directions. You could see a bridge, that was monster territory. You felt a sudden burst of strength and you ran as fast as your bruised and damaged legs could let you.

'Just a few more...come on almost there! RUN!' You felt a jolt of fear when his footsteps grew louder.

Your scarf was flapping wildly preventing you from seeing clearly, and thus you misplaced your foot and fell right into a cold stream of water. You abruptly got up, and although it wasn't at all deep, it was freezing and you rubbed your arms as a hope of comfort. Nothing. He was getting closer, you could see his figure approaching.

"F-Fuck," Your teeth chattered as you slowly arose, the winter air not at all helping, "C-C'mon, al..m-most th..there." You were a limping, shivering mess by now.

And you just wanted to stop.

"Frisk." His voice was sickly sweet, he spoke like you were a child.

You involuntarily shivered as he stepped over the stream with a huge giant step, he was a giant compared to you and you seemed to have shrunk at his enormous stature. You wanted to cower and burst into tears, maybe even just give up and let him bring you back home. Just let him have his way with you and just stop trying.

But you were just so fucking stubborn.

Mustering all the courage you had you tried to stand tall and confident. "L-Leave me...alone." Good job sounding not at all scared, well done Frisk well done.

Take a fucking bow because it ends here.

"Aww, come on sweetheart don't do this," You hated when he called you that, "Let's just go back home alright, we'll be happy together but you have to go with me okay?" He offered you his big and calloused hand, how many times had that very hand beaten you?

You lost count a long time ago.

You scoffed at it and took a step back like in the movies, but of course you slipped and fell and you screamed as you felt something crack. The ground was cold and hard and there were many rough edges but you tried to look strong, you tried to be tough.

You tried to stay determined.

"Fine, you wanna do it that way sweetheart?" He roughly pulled on your short hair, lifting you up so that you weren't even touching the ground.

You winced and tried to bite back a scream, you tried to pull his hands away from you head but fuck you were small. He was talking again but you weren't paying attention, your shivering body seemed to go limp in his presence. You focused on the gun, on his belt to be more exact. You noticed that if you really tried you were close enough to land a kick on him. You locked eyes for a moment, his seems to melt at your blue orbs but you felt nothing but fear and disgust. You lifted your knee and swung your land to land a swift blow on his stomach.

"GAHH FUKCING BITCH!"

"Ooff." You landed rather harshly but you paid no mind to your wounds.

You scrambled to get up as you made a mad rush for his gun, he didn't even try to stop to stop you as he was still holding his side in pain. You were apparently a lot stronger than you thought, but soon after you got a hold of the gun he sprung into action trying to catch you with his flailing arms.

"S-STAY BACK!" He froze in place, not even daring to make any movemnts. "J-JUST...PLEASE L-LEAVE ME ALONE!" You weren't even trying to stop your tears anymore, the harsh wind blowing your hair into your eyes.

"Fri-."

"Don't," You held the weapon in place, placing one wounded and frozen finger right on the trigger, "Just let me do this okay? I don't want you to hurt me anymore." You held his stare for who knows how long.

You could tell in some twisted fucked up way that he loved you. He really did want nothing more than to be with you, but you were just so scared of him after everything he put you through this is your chance for it all to be over. You felt the end of the weapon roughly hit your stomach side probably leaving a mark, but it's not like you'll live long enough to care anyway.

Man, you really have a dark sense of humor.

Think happy thoughts. Um, flowers? The sun? Death? Rabbits?

"I won't if you let me-." He spoke trying to convince you to stay, but it was pointless he was the reason why you were doing this in the first place.

You stole one more single glance at the dark star filled sky, although it was freezing out the stars shone so bright. You let a single fat cold tear fall down your cheek, you wondered what happened to souls when they die? Do they become stars? Do they just suffer? What happens to the dead when the have no one to remember them bye?

Guess you were the first one to find out.

As you readied yourself to pull the trigger, you sort of expected someone to slap the weapon out your reach. They would make him disappear and they would take you away to a land where there is no pain and you're happy all the time. Just like in all those bullshit movies, and maybe he would cure your pain and take it all away. You would somehow instantly fall in love and life would be marvelous.

"FRISK NO-!"

But there was no one to stop your finger, and the cold hard floor was the first thing to greet you. The loud gun shot still rang in your ears as you let your eyes get blurry and start to close, your raised your hand and saw blood. So much blood everywhere, you hurt so much but it was numb pain. He was shouting but not at you, you saw another figure they looked short but you didn't get a good look at them because your eyes closed.

Hopefully to never wake up.

That was the best happy thought so far.