Overtale
Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale. That awesome game belongs to Toby Fox. I refuse to take credit for it, though I doubt that you'd give it. Enjoy!
Italics= Frisk's thoughts
Chapter 1:
You continued to run through the forest, breath labored and your limbs getting tired. I have to keep, you though, I have to get away.
Or you could just wait for them, the voice said, use that knife you found in New Home and-
"No!" you yell to the voice, making you breath harder to continue your retreat, "I refuse to do that. I won't hurt them."
Come on, you know you want to. You're just like me, remember.
No, I'm not like you. Just because our souls are similar doesn't mean that I'll do what you did.
Just try it. I promise you'll love it after your first kill. They're not even monsters. You won't feel sad. Remember what THEY did to you. You should get revenge. You have the Determination. All you need to do is use it.
"I refuse," you say aloud, almost completely out of breath. You hear the footsteps catching up to you. You're only a few minutes from your home. All you have to do is make it.
As you run, you lose your footing and trip over a root. You hear the almost sadistic laughter. THEY were here.
"We found him. They're over here," one of the voices yelled. You tried to get to your feet to continue your flee, but then you felt something slam against your back, forcing you to the ground once more.
"There they are," the other voices joined in, footsteps indicating that you were no longer alone.
The biggest of the children, yes, HUMAN children, walked forward to stand in front of the group.
"Hey there, freak. What do you think you're doing? We didn't even get to play before you ran off. Or were you just going to cry to that freak of a mother?" He said, cackling with laughter along with the rest.
"You're nothing but a monster lover, Frisk," another one spat, the group of children slowly inching closer and closer to you, spitting insults that you tried your hardest to ignore.
Now's the best chance, the voice said, They expect nothing. You have the knife in your bag. Use It!
No, you though back, your internal voice cracking under the fear you felt as the kids continued to stalk towards you. No matter what they do to me I refuse to hurt them.
Forever the pacifist, huh? I'll leave you for now, but trust me. You'll see things my way sooner or later and when that time comes, I'll be there.
The voice disappeared. Right before them first kick of the day was thrown. You feel the foot collide with your chest. The pain so present and overpowering, you feel like one of your ribs are broken. They probably are. The kicks continue from all angle, giving you no room to flee.
"Not gonna call any of your monster friends, freak!" one of them yelled.
"Did they finally have enough and abandon you?"
"Your nothing but a worthless, coward!"
"Your a freak, Frisk. Frisk the Freak! Frisk the Freak!"
The other kids joined in the chant as you tried to cover your head from the onslaught of kicks. You begin to feel you consonance fading. Lifting your head one last time you saw something.
A yellow form, wearing a yellow and brown striped shirt, running towards you, followed by several other equally small shadows.
"FRISK," you heard the yellow form yell, before you drifted into unconsciousness.
I hope you enjoyed this. I've had this idea in my head for a while and finally decided to actually sit down and write it. Please Like and Review and I'll see you later! Ciao!