Before the story starts, I'd just like to say that I call this a fan-interpretation because this is just how I imagine the mentality of each character during a certain set of events; mainly if Frisk does the genocide run first, although I will be adding a little backstory part as the prologue that ISN'T CANON IN ANY WAY.(also, this the first piece of fanfiction/Interpretation I've done since I was in sixth grade, so please go easy on me.) Ok, let's begin!
Prologue:
Frisk stopped to catch her breath for the 48th time. Behind her, the city sat calmly, bathing in the setting sun. Too calm. She thought. Not that Frisk could see anything. The only thing visible was a bunch of trees on a slant. Turning and resting against one such tree, she looked down in the direction she hoped was the city. I hope they all die. She thought angrily. Trying to make fun of her. 'Oh dear, would you like to come to my house and have dinner? Not that you need it. Ha!' She thought, mimicking the voice of her neighbor. They all just wanted to beat her up. Just like Daddy. Daddy said that everyone would beat her if given the chance. One of the many reasons Frisk knew not to go to another adult to stop it. Resting for a few more minutes, she decided to walk the rest of the way and got up.
A little less than a dozen steps into the rest of the trek, a sudden thought entered her mind. Daddy's going to find me, she worried, and began to walk faster. Daddy knows where I am all the time. He's going to take me and then he's going to get mad andthenhe'sgonna- She stopped thinking as terror finished settled over her, pushing her to start running again. Unfortunately, Frisk once again had to stop and catch her breath. Daddy can run faster and longer she thought, and had a sudden image of Daddy coming up the hill. You fat b*tch! Get over here! The thought of it hit her with a fresh wave of terror, enough to adrenaline her into getting back up and running all the way to the top of the hill. Huffing, she cursed at herself, hearing Daddy's criticism in her mind. Can't you even get up this hill? J*sus, b*tch, lose some weight!
Exhausted and losing her adrenaline boost, Frisk finally collapsed at the foot of a tree. Ahead, she saw a cave that was too dark to see into.
She remembered the last thing Daddy had said to her. Go kill yourself, b*tch! Then he'd slammed Frisk's bedroom door closed and stomped back to his drinks.
Frisk never disobeyed orders.
She continued looking at the mouth of the cave. Was dying really so bad? It probably didn't hurt. Besides, once she was dead, she wouldn't have to listen to Daddy anymore. She wouldn't have to listen to anyone. She smiled tiredly at the idea.
Getting back up, Frisk walked into the mouth of the cave, her terror fading away as she began to make out an enormous hole in the ground. Stopping at the side, she looked down precariously. Nothing there. She thought back to her classmates whispering to each other during math time. Mommy told me that no one comes back from the top of Ebott. One had said to the rest. They'd all gasped and then the teacher told them to be quiet. Frisk looked around the cave. There were a few vines draping the walls, flowing down onto the floor and eventually going into the hole. Taking one last look back at the mouth of the cave, she squeezed her eyes shut and jumped in.
Goodbye, B*tch! She paused. That's you, Daddy. I'm in charge of me now! Frisk opened one of her eyes a fraction of an inch to see what was happening, only to quickly close it once again as she saw the ground rushing towards her at frightening speeds.
Less than a second later her conscious blanked out, and the world somehow went even darker than before.