Chapter 1: Dare

A small girl, six but soon seven, ran into one of many crap rooms. Panting, she darted her head around looking for a safe heaven, but in a monstrous place like this, there was only hiding. Crawling under a questionable damp bed as the sound of multiple footsteps were coming closer. Covering her mouth was a shaky hand hoping for the silence to fool them. She closed her eyes and counted the blessed seconds.

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The sound of the door thrown open caused her to jump. Cowering closer to the wall, two new children walked into the room. Their footsteps were slow and dragged against the groaning wood making the poor girl skin crawl with goosebumps. The two figures walked straight towards the poor quality bed then stopped.

"Oh, Frisk," one of them sweetly said, "would you please come out and play with us?"

"Yeah," the other chimed in, "we promise to go easy."

Frisk shook her head, even though they couldn't see, while her eyes swelled with tears already. She hated them, but guess the feeling was neutral. Almost dying from shock, the dirty girl shrieked as a hand roughly grabbed her arm. The world was a blur as she was dragged out of her "hiding" spot. Now out in the open, Frisk looked up with tears pouring down her face to two living monsters.

Janice and Gunther.

Twins, but their appearance was more different then two strangers.

Janice was the said older twin but neither less played the "baby sibling" role. Thin limbs, like everyone else, were attached to a circular head that sprouted thick curly brown hair that dangled past her shoulders. Her skin was tanned in the slightest and was dotted with freckles. Janice's face was made up of a small nose and lips, large baby hazel eyes, and pencil eyebrows. She wore a faded and dirty zebra stripped shirt with pink shorts.

Gunther played the "tough sibling" role. Unlike his sister or anyone, he looked well fed and even had a few muscles already. His head was more oval then round and oddly thin. Little tiffs of hair prickled the top of his head gleaming a beautiful gold. His skin was pale but scars and bruises shone like beacons. Gunther usually wore a bright lime green t-shirt with navy blue track pants.

They seemed to be the perfect image of the perfect children to adopt. But thanks to the cruel years of this orphanage it took effect turned them into cruel nightmares. Teasing, fights, stealing, anything for them to survive. But it seemed that they just loved to "play" with Frisk.

"P-please," Frisk begged, "leave me alone!"

The two looked at each other grinning madly. Both then looked down onto Frisk look prey and predator. "We were gonna play nice," Janice teased, then looked towards her other half. "But now, we wanna have real fun!" Gunther finished.

MAGICAL TIME SKIP!

As midnight greeted the world with the sound of crickets and cool air, Frisk laid on the rotting floor heaving clasped breaths. The twins had done a real number on her this time, slit lip mixed with her tears that she was bond to clean up tomorrow and bruises was starting to bloom on her skin. The pain danced on her skin and tickled her insides.

Weakly getting up, Frisk crept over to a window and stared outside. It was nothing special. Just a meadow then a forest and of course a long gravel road. Then there was the mountain. Frisk had heard the other children talk about how anyone who climbs never comes back.

I wonder, Frisk wondered, what the view is like.

She had been here for two years. After her parents abandoned her and ditched her to what seemed the poorest orphanage. The school here was bad too, most kids would know how to read at least a poor sentence, Frisk didn't even know the alphabet. The small child pulled down on purple selves and the chilling night wrapped around her.

A tried yawn escaped her throat. Rubbing her small eyes, Frisk made it to one of the beds. Collapsing on it, the bed made a groan. Balling up to save body heat, Frisk lulled herself to sleep with the thought of a family.

TIME SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

The sun shined down on the kids playing in the meadow. Tag, hide and seek, and truth or dare were being played. Frisk wasn't but was content with making flower crowns with the few daisy's growing. It was times like these that she loved. Alone and happy. But it was soon ruined by an annoying voice.

"Ohhhhh, Frisk!" Frisk flinched at the high pitched call. Looking towards the source, she saw Janice and Gunther sitting with three other kids, all sneering. "Why don't you come over and play?"

Gulping, Frisk knew she had no choice in the matter. Either she went over there or they would drag her. Slowly picking herself up, the fragile figure walked over to the group and sat down. Dread filled her as they all shared a look and stared at her like a victim. Oh, wait- she was.

"Frisk," Gunther leered, "truth or dare?"

Opening her mouth to speak was interrupted by Janice.

"Dare of course!" Janice exclaimed. "I mean, you can't spell 'Frisk' with 'Risk', right?" The kids giggled but still nodded their head in agreement, even Frisk who was terrified.

Gunther shrugged and grinned, "Okay, Frisk I dare you . . . to go to the top of the mountain!"

As the kids snickering raised, Frisk realized it was a trap. They set her up. There would be no way she would ever-

"And if she doesn't," Janice added coolly, "then Frisk has to sleep on the floor for a week!"

Frisk nodded her head dreadfully, getting up, she took dreadful steps towards the forest. Taking in a shaky breath, Frisk ran in before she could hear their laughter and see other kids awful looks. She was in for a hell of a night.

Time skip, Time skip, Time skip!

A burning feeling pained her to walk instead of sprinting like a mad man. She was ready to fall to the floor and pass out but was determined to complete the dare. The girl took in her scenery as the crickets leaped away in all directions. Frisk felt the ground get steep as she walked further. She had a hard time swallowing a lump in her throat.

Then the mountain took a shape intimating the poor orphan. Biting her bottom lip, Frisk climbed. Finding any edges that looked secure and safe. Most gave out, almost causing her to plummet. Rough surfaces and jagged points cut her hands, but she merely bit harder causing her slit lip to bleed. After an hour or so later, Frisk collapsed in a small opening in the cave. Her chest heaved up and down painfully. Sitting up, she looked down and groaned as the idea of climbing back down came to her.

As she stood up a feeling hit her. It wasn't painful or anything, it was just something drawing her into the cave. And just like the stupid dare . . . Frisk followed.

The cave was dark and smelled of wet dirt and rain. There was an occasional dripping that filled in the silence. It was big and looked as if caved out but time had added its touches. Then she saw it. There was huge hole. Carefully walking, the small child peered over the edge on all fours. But all Frisk saw was inky blackness. Leaning over farther trying to see if there was anything. Unfortunately, there was a rumbling sound.

Frisk's eyes widened as the edge she was on give out, sending her plummeting towards the dark abyss. All she could do was scream all the way down.

She didn't even get to see the view.