Frisk sat in the cell, not saying a word to her captors. She opened the heart shaped locket to the picture. Asriel and Chara were hugging one another with Toriel and Asgore looking happily down a their children. Tears slipped from Frisk's eyes.
"Hey," Peter greeted. He heard a muffle mlick and the person inside shifted. "Are you hungry?" The person paused for a moment and hey nodded. "Anything you want to eat?" For the first time, the person spoke. From their voice it seemed to be an excited girl.
"A bagel!" She cried. "2 bagels! And ketchup!"
"Woah, okay." Peter got up from his position. "Anything on them?"
"No thank you." Man, for a murderer of superheroes, she was polite.
Peter came back with the 2 plain bagels and the bottle of ketchup. The girl covered the 2 bagels in the red substance and ate them that way. Peter could've sworn he heard one of those sounds that old RPG games had when you were replenishing HP. When she finished, her hands and face were covered in ketchup, much similar to the way White Tiger had described finding her and standing over someone's body. Peter, didn't see that as the case. When the team had gotten to White Tiger and the other person, they were looking solemly at the ground as they raised their hands up like the heroes were police men.
"So, are here to interrogate me?" She asked going back into her depressed like state.
"No, just making sure you're healthy."
"Stop lying. You want to know why I killed those other heroes. Why I killed your friends. Why I killed those near-innocent people." Peter paused. This girl looked like she didn't know why herself. "I-I just want…I just want…I want my momster!" Tears freely flowed down her face. "I wanna see T-Toriel! A-and Sans and Papyrus! A-and U-undyne and Alphys…" She wiped the tears and ketchup off with her sleeve. She gave out a sour laugh. "I know what you're goning to say; 'You should have thought of that before you killed my friends…'" She put her ketchupy hands to her head and began laughing like a maniac. "I-I can't escape my sins! No matter how hard I try, they'll just keep coming, and coming, and coming! No matter how may times I try to get a happy ending, they'll be there at the end to take what I promised them!"
"Kid! Calm down!" Peter cried. To his surprise she did.
"D-don't c-call me a kid…Only Sans can do that…"
"Well, what should I call you then?" Peter asked.
"Frisk. That's my name." She breathed in and out heavily.
"Well Frisk, you can call me Spidey." Frisk flinched.
"I-I ca-" she stopped herself. "I can't do that. I-I already know someone by that name."
"Well, people usually call me Spidey or Spider Man-"
"Spider Man? My friend Muffet has a crush on you!" Frisk got her enthusiasm back. "Oh, she would love to meet you! She'd be so jealous!" Her enthusiasm faded. "I wish I could see her."
