It wasn't a usual day. At least, not for Blue.
Blue would usually get up in the morning, get dressed in a comfortable baggy blue shirt and blue jeans, and walk reluctantly to school. The whole day he would "pay attention" to his classes, while his hearing aids were actually turned down so he heard nothing. Then they would break for lunch, and he would be made fun of his "weird and foreign" name. After that, he went back to class, went back home, and did his homework without having a clue about the subject. Then he went to sleep, and the day repeated itself over and over again without any stopping.
But today was different. His best friend Frisk left for the mountain, Mount Ebott, a week ago just like they said they would. Frisk hasn't been at school for the past week, and the absence of his only friend worried him. It made him terrified about what those monsters could have done to Frisk, and how defenseless Frisk would have been with just his favorite stick to protect him. When Blue walked around the school alone, the other kids took the fact that Frisk wasn't there meant that Blue could be beaten up more than he was before.
He came home with scrapes and bruises on his face, but his parents didn't ask. They didn't care. No one cared.
Frisk said that "he wanted to see if the monsters were nice" and that "they could be better than this place." Frisk always emphasised the word better as if they thought that Blue would follow them.
When Frisk stopped quickly by his window to ask one last time if Blue wanted to come, Blue refused. He said that he would be patient and wait.
Blue had the soul of patience, the color blue. Frisk had determination, and Blue had not one inch of bravery or determination in him. Blue was certain that he would drag Frisk down, and that would lead to their demise.
But as Frisk walked away, Blue felt the need to run away with him. Blue knew that no one in his school cared about him. His own family didn't care about him. He was a nobody. He had a hearing disability. Why would anyone want him around?
A week after Frisk left, Blue pondered the idea in class. He didn't hear the bell ring, but knew it was time to leave once everyone started standing up and leaving. He left the room, and was cornered against a locker once all of the teachers were out of sight.
The bullies sneered, their gross cigarette-smelling breath wafting up Blues nose every time they took a breath. They knocked his binders and books he was carrying onto the floor, and one of them stealthily snuck a hand behind his ear and turned the volume on.
"Hey look. Don't think we don't know about your volume button, kid," The taller chubbier one snarled. Blue swatted away the hand from his ear, and tried to ignore them.
"Stop getting so Frisk-y… oh wait, he left you, right? Such a pity. Like seriously, the guy says he's gender neutral but then we all know he's actually a guy," The guy who turned on the volume said, his giant nose ring swinging back and forth as if it was going to rip through his nose any second.
"Shut up," Blue growled.
"Oh yeah?" The last one of the group smiled, his single golden tooth glaring in the light.
"Hey, would this help?" The chubbier one suggested as Blue went to go pick up his stuff. The kid went up to blue, and pushed him over and kicked his nose, just enough so it was bleeding.
"Hey, the teach' is coming around the corner, Boss!" The taller one warned, and the bullies ran down the hallway far enough so they just couldn't be suspects to what happened there. Blue slowly sat up, and watched the teacher walk right by him as if nothing happened. As if there wasn't blood on the floor, and papers littered everywhere. It was like none of what Blue experienced never happened.
Blue stood up, picked up all of his papers, and walked to the lunch room. In that room he was punched every time the teachers weren't looking, and whenever the teachers left the kids unsupervised a fist fight broke out.
To be specific, they punched Blues ears. At the end of the day, his ears were bleeding profusely, and dry blood covered his face like the magic his mother let him play with when she was alive.
Oh, how he wished that his mother was alive. His mother would play with him and make sure that he was safe. If only she didn't die from that damned cancer many years before, then he might have not experienced any of this.
He entered the house, crying. His father was watching the tv, and his movie sprouted swear words everywhere as if there was no end. Blue wished that his father didn't always watched R rated movies and would let Blue see the popular movies and classics that weren't rated as so. Blue wasn't even supposed to be born anyway, so why would his father care?
But this was enough. Blue couldn't deal with this. He felt like he was a wall that was being torn apart between the decision to run away and join Frisk, or to stay the same way he was.
His father didn't ask him if he was okay or what he was doing when Blue walked outside with a backpack on, containing only a few pieces of bread and a bracelet. Blue didn't hear a word from his father, who was so addicted to his glowing television and the sounds of other people swearing. Instead, Blue, more determined than usual, walked steadfast towards the peak of the tall mountain that was told to lead children to their deaths.
Later that night, Blue entered a small cave halfway up the mountain, where he noticed footprints of two humans. He smiled in excitement as he thought that Frisk could be in the cave, and stepped forward cautiously. Blue looked around, making sure to step around the vines and not on them, while looking for his friend.
He barely noticed when his feet didn't reach the ground, and he began falling in a downwards spiral. Blue, terrified, curled up into a ball during his brave decent, and hoped for the best.
Maybe he would die. No one would care anyway.
Right?
Blue hit the bare ground with a thud, and all was dark.