Falling.
That was the only word she could think of during the disorienting madness. Wind blew from everywhere, her hair flying wildly in her face. Her clothes rippled ferociously, threatening to tear away at any second.
She didn't even realize the tears that were falling until she saw her tears above her head. How could they? No, that wasn't the right question. Why?
She breathed out a sigh and closed her eyes. This was it.
~}-{~
Frisk was sitting before the principal's desk, looking down at her hands. This was the second time that week she had been in there, and it wasn't for anything good.
"Frisk," the principal sighed. "Do you want to explain to me why you're in here again?"
Frisk knew that he already knew the answer to that, but she smiled anyway and said, "Yes, sir, I had been in a fight."
The bruises on her face proved that she was telling the truth, but she left out the part that it was actually bullying.
"And would you like to tell me why you were in a fight?" he asked.
Frisk was silent as her blue eyes remained trained on her hands.
"Don't tell me that it was because you were being bullied," the principal sighed exasperated. "I'm tired of hearing that excuse when it's all a lie."
Frisk inhaled sharply, and felt tears sting her eyes. "Y-yes, sir," she said. "I . . . um . . ."
The principal waited for an answer, but when none came, he gave up. "Why must you always make things so difficult?" he asked frustrated. "You're always causing my son trouble, and every time the both of you have a disagreement, I always have to separate you two from a fight. It's a good thing my son is trained in martial arts, so he knows how to defend himself."
Frisk nodded. "Yes, he is good," she rubbed her sensitive cheek, knowing all too well about his training. He bragged about it quite a bit, and showed her how good he was quite often.
The principal rubbed his eyes. "I'm very tired of this behavior, Frisk," he said, placing his hands firmly on the desk. "I've decided to call your parents about this issue, Frisk-"
"No," Frisk shook her head. "That isn't necessary."
"Don't," the principal shouted. He calmed down. "Don't interrupt me."
He took out a pen and paper and asked, "Now, their numbers aren't in the student directory. Could you please tell me what their numbers are?"
Frisk shook her head.
"Frisk, tell me."
She shook again. "I-"
"Frisk!"
She winced at his loud voice. "I don't know their numbers, sir," she answered. "I'm sorry."
"Tell me what your parent's numbers are now!" he shouted. "Don't make me repeat myself, you liar!"
Frisk sighed. Should she lie and tell some random numbers? But then she really would be considered a liar. It didn't matter, she realized. No matter what she did, she wasn't going to get out of this situation.
"I don't know their numbers, sir," she repeated. She looked up for the first time during the conversation and looked directly in the man's eyes. "I'm sorry."
~}-{~
Frisk was cornered again by none other than Damian, the principal's son. His long blond hair was tied back and his blue eyes were cruel. Frisk shivered, wondering how she had gotten into this mess.
She had been casually taking a hike in the mountains when he and his group cut her off. When she ignored them and continued walking, one taunted, "Hey Frisk! Aren't you gonna stay for a while?"
"Yeah, Frisk," Damian grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Aren't you excited to know more about us?"
She smiled and gently removed his hand from her face, beginning to turn away. "Hey there, sweetheart," Damian put a hand on her right shoulder. "We heard about the talk you had with the principal. He seemed rather upset, really, since you kept lying to him."
"You and I both know I don't lie-" she began, but was cut off by a slap.
As her cheek was swelling yet again, Damian thundered, "DON'T- Don't talk back."
This seems oddly familiar, Frisk thought. Like father like son, I suppose. But she said nothing. She decided it was probably best not to rile him up more than he already was; he just needed to let off some steam.
Damian seemed to come up with an idea. "Oh, that's rich," he chuckled. "That's so, so rich."
"What is it, Damian?" one boy asked.
Damian only smiled and looked at the other boys. "Hey, do you remember what we learned today in class?"
One by one, the boys started to smile too, only one of them seeming lost still. Although, he didn't seem that bright to begin with.
Damian whirled back around and suddenly grabbed Frisk's arms. Alarmed, she attempted to raise her arms and block her face, only to have them roughly jerked forward. "Someone grab her legs!" Damian yelled.
A shorter boy grabbed onto her legs, and she kicked out trying to free herself without harming the boy. It was in vain, for their grips were like iron. She yelled for help, and received a chuckle from Damian.
"Scream all you like, Frisk!" he said. "But no one will hear you this far out!"
She knew it was true, but yet she still tried. No one came.
The group made their way all the way up the mountain, Frisk in their arms. How they managed to carry her that far made no sense to Frisk, but seeing how she was shorter than most average girls, the less weight the better.
A large, dark hole was spread out before the group, almost like a void to some unknown realm, beckoning the light to be absorbed. Frisk's eyes widened at the prospect that they might actually throw her into the hole, but right before they reached the hole, she was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. She scrambled to her feet, brushing off the dirt and leaves from her purple and blue sweater.
"Frisk, Frisk, Frisk," Damian shook his head. "You know why I hate you, yeah?"
Frisk shook her head.
He grabbed her again, pain shooting up her arm. Well, now I know there's going to be a bruise.
"I hate you because you care," he said, smiling wide. "Because you care so much as to lie about caring."
Frisk gave him a sincere smile. "I don't lie about caring."
He shook her. "Tell me you're lying!"
"No."
He let go, and out of the corner of her eye, Frisk noticed one of the followers frown. He seemed hesitant, making Frisk's hope grow. Maybe not everyone here hated her.
Damian yelled at the sky, turning in circles. He suddenly stopped and threw a finger in Frisk's direction. "You know what? I've had enough of you."
He pushed her toward the hole, Frisk barely keeping her balance. She paled, and scurried away from the hole only to have Damian pull her back. "Please let me go!" she shouted.
"H-hey, Damian," the hesitant boy stuttered. "Maybe we should let her go . . ."
"What the-" Damian shoved Frisk to the ground. "You're siding with her now?!"
"N-no, it's just-"
Damian gripped the other boy's shirt. "You wanna join her?"
The boy shuddered in Damian's hold, looking down at the ground in shame. "No . . ."
"That's what I thought," Damian released the hesitant boy and turned his attention back to Frisk. He crouched down so he was eyelevel with her and said, "I'm tired, Frisk. Aren't you? All the banters and all the fights . . . I think it's time we just . . ."
He gripped her shoulder and her eyes widened. "Let each other go."
And with that, she was shoved over the edge of the hole.
~}-{~
FWUMP!
Frisk landed on something soft that slowed her momentum and gently placed her on the ground. Opening her eyes cautiously, she looked up, coming face to face with a buttercup.
"Are you alright?" someone asked.
She groaned and sat up, wondering who spoke. "Hello?" she asked, looking about in confusion. She was lying in a patch of yellow buttercups. All around her were broken gray pillars and dark cave walls. A few tunnels could be seen further into the cave, but Frisk still couldn't see anyone. Maybe they were hidden by the darkness?
"Down here," the voice said again.
She looked down, but could only see buttercups.
"AHEM!" the voice cleared his throat. That's when Frisk noticed one buttercup different from the rest. He had a face.
Knowing it to be rude to yell at someone's face, she squelched her urge to scream. "H-hello," she said looking down at the flower.
He smiled up at her. "Howdy! I'm Flowey!"
"O-oh," she smiled back. "I'm Frisk."
Flowey blushed. "Golly, you're really nice, aren'tcha."
Frisk was surprised by the comment. "Well, I suppose I am . . ."
"Glad I saved you!" he said. "Otherwise I'd be all alone in this -"
BOOM! Something sounded like it had been dropped in one of the tunnels and it echoed off the cave walls.
"Oh no," Flowey murmured. "Quick, hide!"
"What's wrong-"
"WHO'S THERE!?" a loud female voice resounded.
Flowey ducked down under the buttercups and was lost from sight. Frisk, on the other hand, had no idea what was happening, so she stayed frozen in place.
Heavy footsteps tromped down the tunnel until a goat-looking woman with white fur and crazy yellow and red eyes came into view. "Oh my," she grinned showing off large fangs. She clapped two paws together. "A human has fallen!"