Chapter One: A Sneaky Escape
Frisk had been held captive in The Ruins for thirteen years. She was now eighteen, but still absolutely terrified of her captor, Toriel.
Toriel was completely insane.
She usually spends her time practicing Alchemy, using monster dust and blood, sometimes Frisk's blood, in her demonic rituals.
Frisk wanted so badly to leave.
Even her abuse on the surface was less terrifying than this.
Frisk had come up with a plan on her eighteenth birthday, however, if she failed it, Toriel would most likely murder her.
Frisk was okay with that however. It was better than staying there forever.
Frisk was sitting in her room while thinking of all of this.
"F-Frisk? I'm scared. Do you think we'll ever be able to escape?" Flowey asked.
Frisk sighed.
"I don't know, Flowey. Maybe, someday. But Toriel never ages, and unless she dies some other
way, we're probably going to be here forever," Frisk said.
Frisk looked at her SOUL that was sitting in front of her.
Since she had got here, it had gained several cracks, and Frisk could feel her mental state shattering.
Talking to Flowey had helped, but not by much.
Flowey suddenly had an idea.
"I have an idea! B-but it's pretty sneaky… I don't know if we should do it…" Flowey said.
They suddenly heard heavy footsteps approaching the door.
Flowey quickly hid under Frisk's bed, just as Toriel opened the door.
"Frisk? Are you okay? I heard a noise," Toriel asked, fake concern in her voice.
"I'm fine, thank you mother," Frisk said, straightening her posture.
Toriel smiled, revealing her horrid fangs.
She left the room.
Frisk waited a minute.
Toriel's footsteps went in the opposite direction.
Frisk sighed in relief, as did Flowey.
Frisk picked Flowey up and set him on the bed.
"You could try to take a k-knife from the kitchen, and then go through the door. If Toriel tries to h-hurt you, you could fight back!" Flowey whispered nervously.
Frisk nodded.
It wasn't like she hadn't thought about it before, but Toriel was a very light sleeper, and extremely paranoid.
Frisk waited until night.
"Frisk, should we really do this?" Flowey whisper-asked.
"It's now or never. And if I die, I can reset, just like always," Frisk whispered back.
Flowey seemed nervous still.
Frisk picked up Flowey and quietly tiptoed into the kitchen.
She grabbed the biggest butcher's knife she could.
It still had some monster blood on it.
Frisk tiptoed downstairs, terrified.
She heard a creak upstairs.
Frisk held her breath.
One…
Two…
Three…
No follow-up noises came, so Frisk continued on with her quest.
She finally came upon the large door that separated her from the rest of the Underground.
Frisk looked behind herself, scared.
What she saw nearly made her faint.
Toriel stood there, a crazed smile on her face.
"I knew you'd try this eventually," she said, summoning a blood-red fireball in her hand.
"Please let me go!" Frisk begged.
Toriel laughed madly at this.
"But then where would I get all my human blood?" she asked, taking another step towards
Frisk.
She was mere feet away now.
Frisk backed up against the door, searching for the handle.
Toriel threw a fireball at Frisk, missing by a few inches.
"I'm trying to give you a quick and painless end, my child," she said, throwing several more fireballs.
Frisk skillfully dodged them all, having done the same thing multiple times before.
Flowey also dodged them, though it was pointless because Frisk was holding him.
Frisk set Flowey down.
"Please, just let me go. It doesn't have to be like this!" Frisk yelled.
Toriel giggled.
"That's adorable," she said.
Toriel threw more fireballs at Frisk.
Frisk dodged them all, nearly getting one directly to her face.
"Please!" Frisk begged.
Toriel giggled again.
Frisk had to resort to her Plan B.
She opened the door behind her, grabbed Flowey, and sprinted through it.
Frisk ran far away from Toriel.
Frisk began to slow down when she could no longer see Toriel or the door.
"Why didn't you do it Frisk? Why didn't you kill her?" Flowey asked.
"Nobody deserves to die, but everybody deserves a second chance," Frisk answered, meekly smiling, before continuing to walk down the hallway.