I am alive! Yeah! I finally updated! Sorry for the long wait, but each chapter of this fic is going to be no less than 10,000 words long, so as you can see it might be a while between uploads. Unless you guys think I should do shorter chapters with less time between uploads. (of course, that might not happen. We all know how bad I am at keeping a schedule.) I have also been working on some upcoming fics for when I cannot update this fic or Miraculous Americans for a while. Be sure to look out for it. If you haven't checked out my other fic, be sure to! More notes in the bottom because I have some important things to ask you my little camembears, but for now enjoy the chapter.

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Triggers: Abuse, Talk of suicide
Disclaimer: I only own the story and my oc's. Undertale belongs to the almighty Toby Fox, not we sadly.

EDIT: I fixed this chapter! A big thank you to the Anonymous guest that told me that this chapter was messed up! At the end, I had to change daises to dandelions, and something messed this all up. Thanks again! Enjoy!


FRISK POV

I slowly rose up from the bed and stretched, yawning in the process. Looking around, I notice Papyrus to my left, Alphys to my right, and Undyne on the floor right next to Alphys. Smiling, I step over the sleeping skeleton and quietly open the door. I move down the hallway towards Sans's room and open the door. Mettaton is charging in the corner of the room, his lights turned off. I close the door again and go searching for Sans. I silently hop down the stairs and into the living room. Sans is asleep on the couch snoring away. I giggle a little bit as I make my way to the kitchen to find something to eat. I open the first cabinet to find spaghetti. The next cabinet also had spaghetti, as well as some tomato sauce. The third and fourth cabinet had even more spaghetti, until finally the fifth cabinet had something other than spaghetti.

" Yes!" I whisper yell as I pull out the pancake mix. I also notice some fruit in the back corner that seemed to be ok. I pull out a bowl from another cabinet and a spoon from a container in the corner of the room. After pulling some butter out of the refrigerator, I put the pan over the stove and melt the butter in the pan. Next, I pour the pancake mix into the bowl and some milk and eggs. I start mixing the batter together, then scoop part of the batter onto the pan once the batter is fairly mixed together. After finding a spatula in the container where the spoon was, I flip over the pancakes. The cabinet next to me proves to hold a plate that is perfect for holding all of the pancakes. I brung it over to the stove and start putting the pancakes onto the plate. I put the last pancake on the top of the pile, then get started in the fruit salad. There were two apples, one banana, two oranges, and a bunch of grapes. I find a cutting board and slowly pull out a knife. I look at it warily. Chara is not here. She can't make you hurt anyone. But you can hurt this fruit! I let out a quiet battle cry as I start cutting the fruit into small pieces. The apples are gone within three minutes, and the banana barely takes one. Moving onto the orange, I finally start receiving vengeance from my attack on the fruit.

" Oww!" Orange juice had squirt into my eye causing it to burn. I let out another hiss as I rush to the sink to flush out my eye. After rinsing my eye if the evil orange juice, I got back to cutting the oranges. I stared the first one down before attempting to cut it again. I slowly punctured the peel of the orange and started peeling it off. Another squirt of juice came, but I dodged the blast. The peel came off without any protest after that, so I checked it into the trash. The second orange peel wasn't so kind.

" Urg! That is the third time!" More juice had gotten into my eye. I grumpily walked over to the sink and flushed out my eye again. Turning around I stomped over to the oranges and started attacking them full force with the knife. By the time I was finished, the oranges were cut into small pieces and I had gotten squirted in the eye three more times. Finally, I cut the grapes in half so that they would fit into the fruit salad better. I pulled another another spoon out of the utensils box and started mixing together the fruit. Once the fruit was mixed together I put it, along with the pancakes, on the table in the living room. Sans was still snoring away on the couch when I looked over at him. Moving back into the kitchen, I search through the refrigerator to try and find some maple syrup.

" Here we go!" There was a single bottle left all the way in the back of the refrigerator. I pulled out the bottle and closed the refrigerator door. I put the bottle on the table, then walked back to clean the leftover utensils. I cleaned the spoons first, then the spatula. I put them back into their container, then went over to the other counter to pick up the knife. I looked at it for a moment, then twirled around in my fingers like Chara had taught me how to while she had possessed me. A shiver went down my spine as I felt my sins crawling up.

" Whatcha doing, kid?" I let out a yelp as the dark voice spoke out behind me, and I nearly dropped the knife. Sans was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, his eyes blacked out. I put my empty hand over my heart.

" You scared me Sans!" I remembered the knife in my hand. " I was just cutting fruit for breakfast." Sans's eyes lit up again.

" I thought that you were going to…" I stopped him before he could finish.

" Never." That word was enough. I moved to the sink to clean the knife, but Sans stopped me by taking the knife from my hands. He nodded towards the living room.

" I can clean up here. How about you go wake up the others?" I nod and walk out of the kitchen. As soon as I am out of Sans's line of view I let my smile fall into a frown. He doesn't trust me. He thinks that I would… His actions had shown that he clearly thought that I still was a threat while I had been holding the knife. I started to feel my eyes tearing up. I wipe my eyes then go to wake up the others. I walk up the stairs, then quietly open the door. Undyne starts stirring once I open the door, and then stand up.

" Morning punk!" Undyne speaking wakes up both Alphys and Papyrus, and they both stand up as well.

" Breakfast is ready!" I tell them. I put on a fake smile and attitude so that they don't pick up on my sadness. Undyne picks up Alphys and Papyrus, jumps out of the room, then down into the living room. I hear Papyrus scold Undyne about jumping off of the second floor as I walk to wake up Mettaton. I gently nudge his form. His eyes light up, followed by the rest of him.

" Good morning Darling!" Mettaton exclaims, wrapping me up in his arms. I let out a small giggle.

" Good morning Mettaton!" We walk downstairs where the others are waiting for us at the table. Sans was there as well, and watched me carefully as I walked downstairs with Mettaton. I shouldn't have twirled the knife…

" Let's get started!" Undyne yells, grabbing three pancakes. Undyne and Papyrus quickly get into a pancake eating competition, with Alphys as the referee. Mettaton has three pancakes, Alphys has two, Sans has three, Undyne has twelve, Papyrus has eleven, and I have two. They are pretty good for pancakes that came from a mix. I stayed away from the fruit, partially because of what happened with the knife and partially because both Undyne and Mettaton had been squirted by the oranges when they bit into them. I wasn't about to flush my eye again. There was one last pancake on the plate and Undyne started reaching out for it, but Papyrus blocked her. Undyne looked up at Papyrus with a spark in her eye.

" You are SO ON PUNK!" Both monsters started fighting over the last pancake. Alphys and I backed away from the table, while Sans teleported away and Mettaton ran over with us. Undyne started summoning spears to block Papyrus's path, but Papyrus retorted with blue and white bones. The fight would have lasted forever had Undyne's phone not started buzzing with her ringtone.

" Hello? Hi Toriel! Really? Ok! No problem! See you!" Undyne put down her phone.

" What did Mom say?" I ask.

" School's been canceled! It started snowing last night and it piled up to high for the plows to finish before school started!" I smiled.

" So we don't have to rush to the surface?" Undyne nods.

" Yup!"

" Good," Sans says, promptly falling asleep on the couch.

" I AM GOING TO CLEAN THE TABLE!" Papyrus says.

" I-I'll help!" Alphys follows Papyrus to the kitchen, and Undyne goes in soon after saying that she can clean the plates faster than Papyrus. Mettaton takes one look at Sans on the couch, then walks upstairs to Papyrus's room.

" How one person can be so messy I don't ta darling!" Mettaton whispers in my ear when he passes me. I wave to Mettaton then walk over to my shoes by the door. I slide them on, then grab my coat and pull that on to. I am about to open the door when Sans speaks up.

" Where do you think you are going?" Sans mumbles. I look over at him and put on a fake smile.

" I am just going to walk outside for a little bit! I want to enjoy my day off!" One of Sans's eyes opens, completely darkened, and looked me over. He shrugged.

" Ok." I said goodbye before leaving and closing the door behind me. Once I was out of sight, I dropped my act and started frowning. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away. I wanted to talk to someone about this so badly, but who? No one except Sans knows about the other timelines and no one in the house seemed like they would understand perfectly. Undyne and Papyrus would just be confused and Alphys would probably become burdened with the information. Mettaton was just to… Mettaton like and Sans was the reason I felt this bad. Wait! Maybe there is no one in this house, but there is one person in another! I jumped out of my sulking and started sprinting towards the ruins.

I rounded the corner of Toriel's old basement and started upstairs. I ran into the living room, making Tracy throw up a notebook, Flowey jump in surprise, and Chara drop the book she was holding. I smiled and ran up and hugged Tracy. She wrapped her arms around me in response.

" Hello!" I laugh.

" Howdy Frisk," Tracy laughs back. I stand up and smile over at Chara and Flowey.

" Hi Chara! Hi Flowey!" Chara waves and Flowey moves one of his leaves in a waving motion. He was wrapped around Chara's head so that he looked like a sort of crown. Tracy reached over to the notebook that she had dropped when I burst in.

" Sorry! I should have called from downstairs first. Sorry for scaring you," I apologize. Tracy laughs again.

" It's no problem! I was actually going to come see you soon. I guess you read my mind," Tracy tells me. I know the secret meaning.

" Yup! I guess I did!" Tracy looks over at Flowey and Chara, then back at me.

" Go a-head," I whisper.

Nice one Frisk. Tracy's voice fills my head.

Thanks! It is sorta weird. I haven't talked to you like this for ages!

Well, I don't think there is another telepathic pink soul to talk to like this in the underground. Flowey and Chara look over at us.

" You are speaking in your head, aren't you?" Flowey stares us both down. I look over at Tracy. She is looking right back at Flowey. For a moment nothing happens, but then Flowey jumps with a yelp. He gives one last glare at Tracy before sinking back into Chara's hair. They both go into the first room in the hallway, which was a child's room.

" They know about your powers?" I ask Tracy.

" Some of them. Not all."

" Which ones do they know about?" Tracy looks up, thinking.

" Telepathy, telekinesis, and my fighting style. That's it though," Tracy lists. I nod and sit down next to Tracy on the couch.

" How have you-GAH!" Another migraine and vision blotch come over me as I grab my head. I feel Tracy move and pull me into a hug until the fit is over. I lean into the hug for a moment.

" Tracy?" I rasp.

"Hmm?"

" Why do these fits keep coming? Is it something genetic?" I ask.

" No. Do you remember when you first gained your sight back?" Tracy asks.

" No."

" It was because I placed a charm on you. I think that, if my hypothesis is correct, the timer on the charm has run out. Without me there to renew it, the charm started cutting off, bringing these attacks with it." Tracy looked away guiltily. I poked her nose, making her look back at me.

" Tracy, I am fine! You didn't know this was happening, so it is not your fault! You can fix it now, right?" Tracy nods again.

" Do you have anything that the charm could be placed on?" Tracy asks.

" I don't know. What did you charm before?"

" I think it was a strand of hair. Do you want to do that again?" I nod. " Alrighty then! Let's get going!" I turn away from Tracy so that she can separate a few strands from the rest. She holds them in her hand and within seconds I feel the warmth of magic going through them. Tracy holds the hair for a total of five minutes before she lets go of the hair and pulls the rest of my hair over the magical strands.

" Done!" Tracy exclaims.

" Yay! No more migraines!" I yell and turn back to Tracy. She laughs in response and pulls me into a hug, which I return.

" I am so glad I get to see you again," Tracy whispers, so I hug her a little bit tighter.

" I am here now. I am sorry for running away like that."

" It's fine. As you said, you are here now." Tracy sits up again, then seems to finally realize something.

" Where are the monsters you were with before?" I feel my smile drop.

" Back at Papyrus and Sans's old house."

" Did something happen?"

" It's kinda hard to explain…" Tracy hugs me again.

" Then take as long as you need." I sigh and nod into the hug. I pull away after a minute. Tracy smiles, which boosts my spirits a little bit.

" I am guessing you know about the fallen children and the prophecy?" Tracy nods. " And about the prince and the human?" Another nod. " Well, I was the last human to fall, and because I had the soul characteristic of DETERMINATION, I was able to reset time and save. That meant that if I died I would come back to where I last saved. I saved using these balls of energy that looked like yellow stars. When I first fell into the underground I tried not to hurt anyone. I was peaceful and made friends with all of the monsters that I ran into. I died a lot. When I finally reached the end and freed the monsters, something kept bothering me. I kept feeling curious as to what would happen if I hurt a monster."

" I decided to reset and see what would happen. I killed a Froggit. All of the sudden there was a voice in my head. Telling me to kill all of the monsters so that I could escape. I didn't listen the first time. Then, after reaching the surface again and freeing the monsters, I reset again. I wanted to find out what would happen if I gained that much EXP and had such high LOVE. When I finally got to the end of the underground and defeated Asgore, the voice that had been guiding me finally had a real form. They had possessed me and made me think that killing people was a good thing. It was Chara who possessed me."

"Before you can reach Asgore, there is the judgment hall. The judge judges you and decides if you can go on. The judge is Sans. He let me go when I chose pacifist. He said that I was gross for experimenting by killing Froggit, but still let me go. When I decided to do genocide though, he killed me. He has a very low HP but his dodge rate is practically 100%. I died even more than then I ever had. After a while, with Chara possessing me and guiding me, I finally managed to land a hit on him and kill him. He… his… words… I can still hear them if I think about them. After that first genocide run, I continued to experiment with the timelines. I switched between genocide, pacifist, and neutral endings. It was like some kind of video game. I did that… I hurt them so many times. Just because I wanted to see what happened."

" Eventually I had enough. I had seen all the endings. I had seen everyone in the underground that I care about turn to dust because of me. I had been judged by Sans and killed by him so many times. I had enough of it. I did one final pacifist run before getting help from Sans and completely destroying the RESET button. I can't turn back time now, or SAVE. It took time, but eventually Sans started trusting me again. I knew it would take time, I mean I had killed his brother and everyone he cared about. Then today, when I was cutting fruit, I swung the knife I was using in one of the ways Chara had taught me when I was possessed. Sans saw it and started acting weird. He doesn't trust me now and…" I hadn't realized that the tears were running down my cheeks until Tracy enveloped me in a hug. I clung on to her like she was the only thing keeping me alive. The tears felt like little pin pricks of needles against my already cold skin. Tracy was whispering to me and rubbing circles on my back.

" It's ok. You went going to hurt anyone. If Sans doesn't trust you then he really is just a stupid bag of bones." I giggle a little bit. I look up at Tracy and she smiles at me.

" Can you come back with me?" I whisper. Tracy looks startled for a minute, but quickly regains her composure.

" Sure. Just as long as you think that the bag of bones won't kill me once I turn my back," Tracy says. I nod and smile.

" I'll make sure he won't." Tracy stands up and pulls me onto her back. A squeak escapes me.

" Heh. You ready to go sis?" I hum.

" Yup!"

" Chara! Flowey! I will be gone for a little bit!" Two 'ok's sounded from their room. Tracy carried me on her back as we started towards Snowdin. About halfway there I asked to be put down.

" Tracy?"

" Hm?"

" Can I be put down now? It's freezing and I can't warm up without moving around." Tracy nods.

" Okay!" Tracy bends down so that I can come off of her back. She turns around and… throws a snowball at my face. I stand startled for a moment before a look of determination comes over me.

" Oh it is so on!" I scoop up a snowball and throw it at Tracy, who dodges it and throws another back at me. I run in front of her, snowball in hand, and then chuck it behind me. As I run forward I hear a muffled 'Oof!'. I look back and see Tracy hot on my heels. I laugh and plunge forward in the snow, hiding behind a snow poff. Peeking out from behind it, I see Tracy looking around for me with a snowball in her hand. I giggle and Tracy whips her head in my direction. I duck into another snow poff just as she looks at where I just was. I giggle again. Tracy whips her head over to me finally seeing where I was. I jump out of the snow poff and start running again. I hear Tracy yell after me. I see the sign for Snowdin coming up and start speeding up even more. Pure determination is my fuel. I finally enter the town and laugh. Tracy is right behind me, so I can't stop. Just as I start passing Papyrus and Sans's house, a single blue arrow makes me skid to a stop. How did I dodge… oh. My soul was out of my chest and glowing a hot pink. Tracy was five feet behind me with her arm outstretched. Thank God for telekinesis! Tracy slowly brings me toward her. Another blue spear comes flying out of the window, followed by a red one. Tracy's eye widened. Oh no. Tracy flings me into the sky, followed by herself, just as huge barrage of spears, blue, red, and golden, come flying out of the window. The window is nothing by the time the spears have finished coming out. Tracy starts to lower herself, but quickly rises back up as even more spears and even some bones come out. The bones are blue and white. Tracy floats me over to her and behind her as yelling starts coursing out with the spears and bones. Undyne jumps out of the window with a battle yell and runs back a few steps before throwing even more spears at the now present Papyrus.

" I WILL WIN! JUST LIKE I WON THE DISH CLEANING COMPETITION! FHUHUHUHUHU!" Undyne roars.

" THAT WAS A TIE UNDYNE! YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME!" Papyrus calls in response. Then Papyrus notices us floating above them.

" FRISK? HUMAN TRACY? WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?" Undyne stops flinging spears to look up at us. It must have looked pretty surreal. Tracy was just floating in mid air, looking like she was just skidding to a stop after trying to catch something that fell, while I looked like someone invisible was holding onto my leg and dangling me above the ground.

" Oh you know. Just hanging around." Tracy says. Papyrus groans.

" YOU HAVE NOT EVEN BEEN AROUND MY BROTHER LONG ENOUGH TO HAVE BEEN INFECTED BY HIS HORRIBLE SENSE OF HUMOR!" Sans walks out to the house, his signature laid back attitude ever so present.

" My puns are quite humerous. Who are you talking to anyway Paps?" Sans says. Papyrus points up. Sans looks up, his eye sockets widened. I wave.

" Hi Sans!" Sans waves back. He notices Tracy and scowls slightly.

" Uh kid, don't mind me asking, but uh, why are you floating?" Sans asks. I point to Tracy. Sans looks over at her again.

" Howdy." Sans's scowl deepens.

" Mind putting Frisk down?" Undyne shouts up. Tracy blushes a bit.

" Sure thing." Tracy slowly floats me down to the ground, and set me down. She comes down a second after me. Papyrus runs over to me and hugs me.

" HOW DID YOU DO THAT? YOU WERE FLYING!" Papyrus exclaims. I shrug.

" Yeah. How did you do that Tracy?" Sans asks. Tracy looks over at him and smiles.

" Telekinesis."

" You have telekinesis?" Sans asks.

" Yup. Is there an issue with that?" Tracy shoots back.

" Depends," Sans says. Tracy shrugs and quickly looks at me.

You sure he won't kill me? Because it looks like he is in a pretty murderous mood right about now.

I don't think he will. Maybe just be on guard in case? Tracy nods at my response. Papyrus seems confused by the sudden nod. One of the many pros of telepathy! I giggle a little bit under my breath.

" HUMAN TRACY, HOW ABOUT YOU COME IN? WE ONLY MET YOU YESTERDAY AND THAT WAS ONLY FOR A SMALL PERIOD OF TIME! WE CAN NOW GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER AND BECOME BEST FRIENDS!" Papyrus tells Tracy. He opens the door and motions for us to step in. I walk in and Tracy slips in behind me. I take a seat on the couch, while Tracy decides to pull out a chair and sit there. Sans sits on the couch to my left and Undyne sits on my right. Papyrus stands in the middle of the room. Alphys peeks out from the railing, then comes down the stairs.

" H-Hi Tracy!" Alphys says. Undyne picks Alphys up and sits her down in her lap. Alphys starts blushing, but does not move to stand up. Tracy nods her head down in greeting.

" Howdy." Papyrus claps his hands together, then notices the missing person.

" WHERE IS METTATON?"

" Coming Darling!" Mettaton says, walking down the stairs. He takes a seat across from Tracy at the table.

" GREAT! NOW WE CAN GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER! ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH ALL OF OUR NAMES?" Tracy nods. " FANTASTIC!" Papyrus stops. " I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO NOW." I laugh.

" Well I have a question," Undyne says.

" Shoot," Tracy tells her.

" How did you not know Frisk fell? Did you go looking for her?" Undyne asks. All eyes are directed at Tracy, even my own.

" I can't even remember the day I fell," I tell them. Tracy seems uncomfortable with all of the stares of the monsters, but answers anyway.

" I didn't know Frisk fell until yesterday actually," Tracy mutters just loud enough for us to hear. A gasp went up around the room.

" How did you not know she fell?" Undyne asks.

" I thought that she had been kidnapped. I didn't know that she had fallen into Mount Ebbot until yesterday."

" Wait. You thought that Frisk was dead?" Mettaton asks. Tracy nods, sinking a little bit lower into the seat.

" Frisk used to go on walks around the neighborhood with her friends. One day, they came back and said that Frisk disappeared. I tried looking for her and called the police, but nothing ever came up. Kidnapping and, well, death seemed like the only possible solution. When monsters came up from the surface, I always guessed that it was some other Frisk that had saved you. I still thought that… well you know," Tracy explains.

***TRACY POV***

The room was silent. The kind of silent that makes you want to duck into a bush and never come out. I felt like running out of the room and hiding under Chara's bed for the next three years. I looked over the wall feeling super uncomfortable. Finally Undyne spoke up, causing me to look over at them again. Which was against my better judgement at the moment.

" So up until you saw Frisk yesterday, you thought that Frisk was dead." I nod. How many more times do we have to repeat this?

" T-That must h-have been h-hard for y-you," Alphys stutters. No dip Sherlock. I knew that Alphys was just trying to be nice, but I couldn't help but feel bitter about the topic. I didn't respond to Alphys and instead chose to stare at my hands. I would have found Frisk if they had let me search. But since when were they kind? I knew the answer, which made it hurt even more. Someone cleared their throat.

" WELL, UM, HOW ABOUT WE MOVE ON TO A HAPPIER TOPIC! WHAT ARE YOUR PARENTS LIKE?" Papyrus asks. I put a fake half smile on.

" Pretty boring to be honest."

" DO THEY HAVE PINK SOULS TOO?" I shook my head. My smile was still forced.

" Nope. I am the only one with a soul that isn't common. My dad's is PERSEVERANCE and my mom's is PATIENCE." Papyrus nods and looks off in thought. Frisk speaks up.

" Can we visit them one day?" Frisk asks. I force myself not blurt out NO! THEY ARE EVIL!

" I'm not so sure about that. They don't really like company and me and them aren't really on good terms at the moment." Like we ever were! Again, the truth hurts.

" Did you guys get in a fight or something?" Sans asks, his voice laced with snark.

" Yeah." More on the something side of things.

" What happened?" Undyne asks. Why are they so nosey!

" Stuff." Undyne wasn't ready to give up yet.

" What kind stuff?" She poked again. Stuff that I don't want to tell you!

" Just stuff. I'd rather not talk about it." HINT HINT!

" Why not?" Undyne poked yet again. CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO FISH FACE!

" It's personal business," I tell her. I can hear the faintest traces of venom in my voice.

" Undyne darling, it is not nice to dig into other people's business," Mettaton says. Thanks for saying that NOW! You couldn't have said anything earlier?!

" I was curious!" Undyne grumbles, burrowing her head into Alphys's shoulder, gaining a squeak from Alphys. Curiosity killed the cat, and there will be no satisfaction to bring it back this time. Another brief moment of silence until Mettaton cleared his nonexistent throat.

" How about you tell us some things you like to do?" He asks.

" Drawing and…" I didn't get to finish.

" CAN YOU DRAW US?ARE YOU VERY GOOD AT DRAWING?" Papyrus asks. Why is it that whenever I say I can draw people immediately want me to draw them?

" Maybe another time," I tell him. Papyrus seems somewhat disappointed, but quickly perked back up again.

" WHAT ELSE DO YOU LIKE DOING?" He asks. I am somewhat afraid of giving him my second answer.

" Magic tricks." I don't even know how his eyes managed to get even larger. Well, eye sockets.

" MAGIC? LIKE THE MAGIC SHOWS I SAW ON TV?" I nod. I knew what was coming.

" Can you show us?" Undyne yells.

" PLEASE HUMAN TRACY!" Papyrus adds, jumping a little bit. It takes a little bit of strength not to laugh at the taller skeletons antics.

" Maybe another time." Sans rolls his eyes. Undyne's phone starts ringing and she picks it up. After the call ends she looks at me.

" We have to head back up to the surface, but how about you come with us so that you can meet Toriel and Asgore! Toriel already said she really wants to meet you!" Undyne says, grinning. Sharp teeth..

" Yeah! Come on Tracy! You can meet all my friends!" Frisk exclaims. I stand up and nod.

" Suppose I couldn't hurt. Besides, I have to head up soon anyway," I tell them. Frisk laughs in glee with Papyrus and starts pulling me out of the door. The others follow suit. Once we are outside, Undyne looks at me.

" How fast can you run?" I smirk.

" Pretty fast," I tell her.

" How about this. I will let you use your magic to help you and you can race me to the end of waterfall. Loser buys winner dinner!" Undyne suggests.

" Sure." With my magic this will be a breeze. We both get into racing positions.

" Ready….Set….Go!" Undyne bounds off, but using my telekinesis I quickly pass her and shoot through the next three hallways. I continue on until I reach the end of waterfall, though it was truly HotLand at this point. My abilities tell me that the others are still far behind. And confused. I laugh a bit as I sit down against the wall. Sans is probably even more likely to kill me now. Maybe that's why he teleported here. I had noticed the short skeletons presence as soon as I entered the room. He was attempting to hide in the shadows of a sentry stand, but that just made it all that much sweeter to exploit his location.

" I can see you, you know," I say out loud, looking directly at the stand. He doesn't move.

" Who said I was trying to hide?" Sans says back. I let out a snort.

" Listen. I honestly don't know why you have taken it upon yourself to hate me, but it would be nice to know why," I ask. I lean back against the wall more, but then quickly lean forward again as my right shoulder presses a little bit too hard into the rock. A hiss of pain is just barely diminished, but a still suck in a breath.

" What's wrong with you?" Sans questions. I carefully lean against the wall again, making sure to steer clear of my shoulder.

" Something was sticking out of the wall and poked my shoulder," I simply state. There was something poking my shoulder, but it was the left shoulder, not the right.

" Sure."

" You still didn't tell me why you hate me."

" Who said I hated you?" Sans retorts.

" You. It's blatantly obvious," I tell him, raising my hand to help emphasis.

" Fine. I don't trust you," Sans responds. My aggravation rises.

" Care to be more specific?"

" Your soul, along with all the other malfunctioning soul colors, are basically extinct. Plus you walk in the underground at night coming from God knows where to hang out with two murderers," Sans finishes. Malfunctioning my butt.

" My soul isn't malfunctioning," I sharply retort. Sans snorts in amusement.

" Whatever you tell yourself." I roll my eyes and wait in silence for the other to appear. The stinging in my shoulder slowly subsides, bringing back the low aches it usual had. Malfunctioning souls were the nickname given to those with uncommon soul colors. It's what people almost always called them. What they called them. Having the same words coming out of someone else's mouth brought up many bad memories. A lot of them too. I tried pushing them away,but they kept swarming. It took a few more minutes but I eventually managed to get the memories pushed back into a far off corner of my mind. A few minutes pass before the other finally reach us. Undyne is out of breath.

" Woah. That *huff* was pretty *puff* fast for a punk!" Undyne breathlessly exclaims. The others are just as winded. I stand up and laugh.

" It was all thanks to my telekinesis," I explain. Sans teleports out of the booth as we continue on to reach the exit to the UnderGround. A few hours pass before we are finally out. I start walking over to my own car, which is parked 90 yards away from the others. Frisk tugs at my sleeves before I manage to get very far.

" Tracy?"

" Yes?"

" Could I ride with you?" Frisk pleads. I can't help from laughing a little bit.

" You look just like Chara when she tries to get chocolate off me. Sure," I finish, ruffling Frisk's hair in the process. She jumps in glee before swiftly following me. Mettaton leaves, saying he has a show to get to, and drives off in his own pink limo. I don't question it.

" Hey Punk!" Undyne calls from the passenger's window of the other car.

" Yeah?" I shout back.

" Follow us! We'll show you to Tori's house!" Undyne calls. I put a thumbs up before jumping into my own car. It was a dark blue 2017 Nissan Versa Sedan. It was comfortable and fit my needs as a student. Frisk quickly climbed into the seat next to me, but before should say anything a small clicking sound went off at her foot. She looked down to see the small clicker that I had imbedded into the floor using masterfully placed duct tape. It was sparkly purple duct tape to be exact.

" Why is that there?" Frisk asks. I laugh a little bit at my younger sister's confusion.

" Its for a friend of mine. She uses it when she comes on car rides with me," I explain as we buckle in and start following the car in front of us.

" Why does she need it?" Frisk wonders, clicking the tiny device a couple of times.

" You'll find out when you meet her," I laugh. Frisk looks at me.

" When can I meet her?" She excitedly questions.

" Maybe later today. She is going to love to meet you!" I tell Frisk. Frisk giggles. We continue to follow the others through many streets and cars until we finally reach a small neighborhood masterfully called Ebbot ville. I look at Frisk questioningly.

" Dad is really bad at naming things," Frisk laughs, before a look of realization comes over her.

" I guess Dad, isn't really my Dad…" I stop her before she can go any further.

" He is as much of your Dad as your real Dad will ever be," I tell her. She looks at me surprised.

" Really?"

" Yup! Clearly he is doing a very good job at being your Dad, so why not? Besides, I bet you can barely even remember our Dad anyway," I finish. Frisk seems excited at the prospect. We get out of the car and walk up to a small house with purple shutters and a lilac paint. It was beautiful. Frisk holds my hand as we meet the others at the door.

" Ready?" Frisk beams up at me. I chuckle.

" Yup." We walk up to the door and knock. No more than five seconds later a lady who looked like a goat opens the door. She wore a long purple robe with some kind of symbol on the front.

" Oh! Back already? Come in!" We follow the goat woman into the house and walk down the hallway. The hallway lead into a cozy living room that had plenty of space to sit. We all sit down, and the goat lady introduces herself.

" Welcome, Tracy was it? I am Toriel Dreemur, Frisk's adoptive mother," the woman, Toriel, introduces. I shake her out stretched hand.

" Hello. I am Tracy Fox, Frisk's sister," I reply. Toriel's paw is warm and comfortable.

" OOH! OOH! TRACY! SHOW QUEEN TORIEL YOUR SOUL POWERS!" Papyrus excitedly suggests. I nearly wheeze.

" Queen Toriel? Oh! I am so sorry your highness! I didn't realize!" I quickly start apologizing to Toriel, who just laughs.

" Do not worry my child. I was never much one for formalities. Please, do just call me Toriel," Toriel explains. I nod and calm my racing heart.

" Now, what was this about "soul powers" Papyrus was talking about?" Toriel asks. Sans cuts in before I can answer.

" Tracy has a malfunctioning soul," Sans lazily explains. The blood going through my veins starts boiling.

" Sans! It is rude to call them malfunctioning souls and you know that!" Toriel scolds. I sink into the couch a little more. Unfortunately for me, apparently nobody but Sans, Toriel, and I actually knew what the term meant.

" WHAT IS A MALFUNCTIONING SOUL?" Papyrus asks.

" It is a rude term for rare soul types," Toriel explains, sending a glare over at Sans, who just shrugs.

" Is having a rare soul really all that… rare?" Frisk asks. I nod.

" Last I checked only 1 out of every 50 people has a rare soul type," I tell them.

" HAVE YOU EVER MET ANY OF THESE OTHER RARE SOULED PEOPLE?" Papyrus excitedly asks.

" Yeah! Have you? Like, is there a whole group of you in some kind of secret society or something?" Undyne adds in.

" Eh. One or two here and there. There isn't a secret society that I know of though," I tell them. I leave out the part that the brown and lime souls I had met were complete jerks that wanted nothing more than to show off their souls.

" Have you ever met another pink soul?" Frisk asks. I shake my head.

" Nope."

" DO ANY OF YOUR FRIENDS HAVE RARE SOUL TYPES?" Papyrus asks. I do a quick recollection of my friends soul types, then nod.

" One does, though it is more of a darkened orange soul than a rare soul type," I explain. Stephanie had a soul of BRAVERY, but it was a lot darker than the usual bright orange.

" Is she the friend who uses the clicker?" Frisk asks.

" Nope. That's a different friend," I tell her.

" Clicker?" Toriel asks.

" Yeah! In Tracy's car, the passenger side has a little clicker attached to the floor for one of her friends!" Frisk merrily explains.

" WHY DOES YOUR FRIEND NEED A CLICKER?" Papyrus asks. I can't help but laugh.

" You will find out soon enough," I tell him. Papyrus squeals in glee.

" WE ARE GOING TO MEET YOUR FRIENDS?!" Papyrus squeals.

" I promised Frisk that she could meet my friend that uses the clicker today."

" Will your friend not be upset by meeting many people unprepared? Especially since we are monsters?" Toriel asks. I laugh.

" My friend doesn't mind anyone. Monster, human, or animal. She only judges based off of actions and words," I explain to them. Toriel seems pleased with the answer.

" Around what time do you think that you will be meeting her?" Toriel asks.

" Probably around 3:00. Our meetup point is actually just a few blocks away from here," I tell Toriel.

" Wonderful!" Toriel exclaims. The next few hours go by, filled with chatter and laughter. I avoided topics like my parents and soul like the plague, which Alphys noticed and asked about.

" T-Tracy?"

" Yes?"

" W-Hy don't you l-like talking about y-your parents? You seem to r-really be avoiding the t-topic," Alphys stutters. I feel my blood run cold, but make sure that nobody can pick up on that too.

" Yeah! You said that you got into a fight with them, but you never explained why!" Undyne adds in. All eyes were on me.

" Well, um, let's just say we have some different views on things and my parents can be kinda stubborn headed. Especially when it comes to me. So, they won't talk to me unless I agree to their wants and needs," I explain as bluntly as possible. There was so much more to it, but nobody could know of the other terrors my parents had underneath their smiles.

" I am sorry my child," Toriel sadly says, putting one fuzzy paw on my own hand.

" It's not your fault." The next few moments are silent until Papyrus speaks up.

" HUMAN TRACY? IT IS NEARLY 3:00, WHICH MEANS WE ARE GOING TO MEET YOUR FRIEND SOON!" Papyrus's voice gradually got more excited. The others noticed this as well and soon the whole room was abuzz about meeting my friend. Only me and Toriel weren't talking. I turned to her while the others chatted about what my friend was going to be like.

" Thank you Toriel. For taking such good care of Frisk," I tell her, nodding my head a bit in respect.

" Frisk is a wonderful kid. She is always so excited and happy. And determined when she needs to be." We both laugh. After we say goodbye to Toriel and head outside to leave, Papyrus stops me.

" HUMAN TRACY?"

" Yes?" I ask.

" DO YOU THINK I COULD RIDE IN YOUR CAR?" Papyrus asks. I nod, causing him to squeal in glee.

" You sure bro?" Sans calls out to Papyrus, who just nods and jumps into the back of my car. After telling Undyne and Sans to follow me, I sit in the driver's seat and buckle in. Making sure both of my passengers were buckled in, I carefully backed out of the parking spot and started down the road. Frisk and Papyrus were playing with the clicker and talking amongst themselves, so I worried about the road in front of me… and years of bad memories talking about my parents had brought up. I finally manage to push away the thoughts for the second time that day when we reach a small cafe three blocks down from Toriel's house. Everyone climbs out of their respective car and meets at a table in the cafe's front seating area. It was a nice day out, so nobody minded the sun.

" -IT WAS ATTACHED WITH SPARKLY PURPLE TAPE!" Papyrus was excitedly telling the others about the clicker.

" Sparkly purple?" Sans questions.

" It was cheap," I explain, shrugging. A bright red minivan catches my attention and I stand up.

" Shoot. Probably should have asked this before, but are any of you afraid of dogs?" I ask. Everyone shakes their head. I nod, then walk over to the minivan. The first person out is a very frazzled Stephanie. Stephanie had boy-short blue and red hair. Her eyes were a dark green color and she was wearing the typical jeans and orange shirt she always wore. Red vans were on her feet.

" Hey Steph! You ok?" I ask upon seeing her disheveled state.

" Max decided that I was a treadmill to run on when he got spooked," she grumbles before knocking on the passenger window twice. Two knocks come back after three seconds. Stephanie opens the door and helps another friend of mine out. Kiera is a shorter girl with chocolate brown hair. She has cloudy blue eyes and fair skin. She is wearing a black t-shirt with a olive green overcoat, jeans, and blue sneakers. Stephanie helps her out of the car, but both girls almost trip as an excited Papyrus bounds up to us.

" HELLO HUMANS! MY NAME IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS! I AM A NEW FRIEND OF TRACY, WHO I JUST MET YESTERDAY!" Papyrus shakes both girls' hands vigorously. Stephanie looks even more disheveled.

" It was nice to meet you Papyrus, but I have to go," Stephanie explains. I open up the minivan door, hop in, and quickly shut the door as Max attempts to bolt out. Max was a golden retriever and was scared senseless of car rides, even though he went on one multiple times everyday. I grabbed the leash that was on the floor and attached it to his collar. Max is wearing a bright orange vest with words printed on the side. Having read hundreds of times before, I ignored them and instead focused my energy on trying to get the frenzied dog out of the car. I took a minute, but I finally managed to get him onto the pavement and calmed down. Stephanie had climbed into her seat after helping Kiera to the table with the others.

" Thanks for your help," I complain. She laughs.

" No problem. Might have yelled at him a bit, so…"

" Steph! You know that yelling only makes him more upset!" I scold. She just shrugs. I say bye to her and then bring a now cheery Max over to the others.

" Hey Kiera!" I say, handing her Max's leash.

" Hi Tracy! Your friends and sister are very nice!" Kiera replays, looking past my head. I hear Sans clear his threat.

" So Kiera?" Keira looks at Sans. Well tries to, but ends up looking at Undyne instead. I try to muffle my laughs, but I end up bursting out laughing at everyone's confused expression.

" Wait a minute. Tracy!" Keira attempts to look at me again, clearly angry.

" What?"

" You didn't tell them yet, did you?" Keira scolds.

" Sorry. I just thought it would be a lot more funny if they could see you for themselves first!" I start laughing again, soon followed by a now laughing Kiera.

" Tracy! That was awful!" Keira gasps between laughs.

" Eye thought it was pretty good!" We broke out laughing even more. After a minute I explain the joke.

" Kiera is blind," I explain. A few " ohs" go up.

" W-Where you born t-that way?" Alphys asks. Keira sadness a little bit.

" No. I lost it when I was five, so I can't remember much from before I was blind," Kiera explains.

" I'm sorry for asking. I d-didn't know!" Alphys stammers.

" Oh no! It's fine!" Kiera quickly interrupts. We continue to chat for awhile, until my phone starts beeping. Looking down at it, I stand up.

" Sorry. I have to take this." The others nod and continue on with the conversation as I walk over to an empty part of the cafe.

" Tracy," a very agitated Stephanie growls.

" Steph? What's wrong?" I plug my other ear as to hear her better.

" I just had a run in with Jeff and his gang of idiots." I hear a sniff.

" Oh my god. Are you ok?" I frantically ask.

" Truthfully? No. My nose is bleeding and I'm pretty sure my arm is broken," Stephanie explains.

" Where are you? I'll come pick you up," I say, heading back to the others.

" The ally on Creamery Road. Hurry."

" Will do," I reply. After hanging up the phone, I put it back in my pocket and walk over to the others.

" I have to do something really quick, but I will be back soon," I tell them.

" What happened?" Kiera asks.

" I'll explain later. Bye!" Frisk stops me.

" Can I come with?" Frisk pleads. I shake my head.

" Sorry Frisk, but it's best for you to stay here." I quickly walk over to my car and strap in, but as soon as I start driving I let out a groan of annoyance.

" So I say Frisk can't come and you bring the both of you?" I ask Sans. Both had been teleported in the backseat of my car.

" We wanted to see why you are in such a hurry," Sans replies, shrugging.

" Fine. I don't have time to waste anyway." I hurry down roads, just barely at the speed limits or even above at some points, until I reach the ally Stephanie was talking about.

" Wait here," I quickly inform as I jump out of the car. So far neither of the people inside attempt to come out. I run down the alley and over to Stephanie, who was sitting against the wall. Her nose had paths of red trailing down, while her arm was bent at an angle it definitely wasn't suppose to be able to bend at naturally.

" Stephanie!" I call out. She looks over at me and attempts to stand up, but hisses in pain and drops right back down.

" Hold on." I help her stand up and wrap her good arm around my shoulder. We walk back to the car and I help her into the passenger side before sitting in my own seat. When I start the car, Frisk starts asking questions.

" Woah! What happened? Are you ok?"

" I'll be fine," Stephanie shifts in her seat, " nothing I can't handle." I shake my head incredulously.

" What did those jerks do this time," I growl.

" Apparently I was walking on their turf. Those stupid-"

" I know exactly where that sentence is heading. Remember you aren't the only one in the car," I remind her. Mumbles can be heard from Stephanie's seat.

" Who exactly are they?" Sans asks.

" Jeff and his stupid gang. Those little-" Stephanie starts.

" Steph," I warn.

" Those idiots hate us and decided to torment us for the rest of our lives." There is silence in the car, so I instead focus on the road. I pull up to the ER and jump out of the car with Stephanie. Frisk and Sans come with us as we walk up to the reception desk. The nurse notices us coming and quickly rushes Stephanie off to some room. I sigh and sit down in one of the black plastic chairs. Frisk sits next to me and Sans sits next to Frisk. There are a few other people in the room, but I immediately stiffen when I recognize 2 of them. And clearly they recognized me too. I just can't catch a break today, can I? The first boy walks up to us and glares at me. I shut my eyes and ignore him.

" Excuse me, but your buddy just broke my friend's nose and I expect an apology," Ben sneers. I don't bother opening my eyes.

" Go away Ben. I am not in the mood."

" Apologize. Now."

" Leave."

" I am not leaving until you and your idiotic friend apologize to…" I cut him off.

" How dare you call my friend idiotic when the only reason she broke your friend's nose is because you guys are the idiots! Now leave and don't bother us!" I lash out. My voice is dangerously low and I make sure that Ben can feel the venom leaking out of it. Ben glares again before stalking back over to his crony. My eyes close again.

" Tracy? Are you ok?" Frisk's small voice peeps up. I open my eyes and look over at her.

" Yeah. I'm...fine I guess." Frisk doesn't look convinced. Neither does Sans.

" Sure. You're fine and I'm the queen of the underground," Sans rolls his eyes, or at least the lights counting as eyes, " Why do they hate you guys so much?"

" They hate us because we are different. That's why," I reply blandly. Frisk and Sans seem to think over this information for a little bit. Frisk is next to ask a question.

" Tracy, are a lot of people afraid of the rare soul types?" Frisk's voice is quiet and seemingly has an underlayer of sadness. It takes me a few seconds to answer.

" Yes. A lot of people are afraid of people who have rare souls. They usually hate us for our souls and try to… get rid of us," I finish lamely, sighing in defeat. Frisk's eyes widen in shock, before she sinks back into her seat to think over this new information.

FRISK POV

People hate Tracy, just because of her soul? I couldn't believe people could be that mean. Monsters had a hard time being settled into the human world for sure, but eventually most humans gave up trying to get monsters to leave and just ignored them if they didn't want to interact with them. There were plenty of people who were kind to monsters still, but there were still monster hate groups. To think that humans could be so cruel to their fellow humans over something that they couldn't control gave me shivers. And Tracy had to deal with it for this long? I visibly shivered. Sans noticed.

" Hey kiddo, it is pretty cold in here and it will probably be awhile before Stephanie comes out. Do you want to go back to the others?" I shake my head.

" I want to wait here to make sure she is ok. You can head back though." Sans shrugs and teleports away, but he sends a glare in Tracy's direction. Tracy doesn't seem to notice or just doesn't react to it. Having nothing better to do, I look around the waiting room. Ben and his friend had already gone into another room, so I started from where they had been and moved on from there. The next two seats were occupied by two girls who were stuck together by the arms. From their conversation I picked up that they had accidentally super glued themselves to each other. Three seats over sat a burly man with a lot of tattoos. His finger was bent at an awkward direction and seemed to be swelling. Next was a couple where the husband seemed to have a long scratch going down his leg and a bruise on his arm. The wife seemed disappointed in him. Probably got into a fight with someone. There was only three other people in the room. A mother with a girl around 6 years old and a baby who couldn't have been over 2 years old. The baby was crying and the mother was trying to get her to calm down, but the 6 year old girl was nervous and wasn't being very much of a help. I stood up and started walking over to the mother. When I got their I gently tapped the 6 year old shoulder.

" Do you want to play with me?" The 6 year old quietly nods, before following me to a small kids play area they had in the corner. We sat there and played with blocks and toys for the next ten minutes. I found out that the girl's name was Lillian.

" My mommy calls me her Little Lily though!" I laugh at the girl's enthusiasm. Lily seemed to really have calmed down.

" It is a beautiful name!" I place another lego on the house we were building.

" My mommy once showed my the Lily flower. It is so pretty!" Lily gushes on about the flower until her mom comes over and tells her that the doctor is ready to see them.

" Aww. Bye Frisk!"

" Bye Lily! Good luck!" I quickly add to the mother, who thanks me and then leads her two daughters to some other room in the hospital. Tracy watches me as I walk back over to her.

" What?"

" You are an amazing person Frisk, you know that?" Tracy tells me. I smile and laugh.

" Well, thank you. I try to be as helpful as I can and as kind as I can whenever I can!" We both laugh. We start chattering for the next ten minutes before an extremely angry Stephanie comes over to us. Her arm is in a splint and her nose is slightly bruised.

" What's wrong?" Tracy asks as Stephanie sits down on Tracy's other side.

" I ran into Ben and Ryan on my way out and they demanded I apologize for breaking Ryan's nose."

" Did you?" Tracy inquires.

" I shoved past them and came here." Stephanie lets out a humorless laugh.

" Well then, how about we get out of here before they come back?" Tracy suggests. We all pile back into the car, this time I am sitting in the passenger seat because Stephanie wanted to sit in the back.

" What happened to the skeleton that was here before?" Stephanie asks when we start down the hospitals long driveway.

" Sans went back to the others," I explain. Chatter floats around the car until we reach the cafe we were at before. The others are still there, but they seem ready to leave. I notice Sans watching Tracy's every move as we leave the car.

" Ready to go punk?" Undyne asks. I nod smiling. Before I head over to the others, I turn around and give Tracy a big hug.

" See you soon Tracy! Stay in touch, ok?" I tell her. Tracy hugs back. She whispers something under her breath for only me to hear.

" Already 2 steps a-head." An object starts forming in the back of my mind. Undyne and Papyrus calling me over stops me from exploring any more at the moment.

" GOODBYE HUMAN TRACY! SEE YOU SOON!" Papyrus calls out to Tracy. The others call out goodbyes as we all pile into Papyrus's car. I watch Tracy as we drive away, and for a moment it seems that her face is covered in scars. The scars were only visible for a second, so I couldn't get a good look at them. Pushing it aside for now, I listened to Papyrus and Alphy's conversation on Kiera.

TRACY POV

" Ready to head home Kiera?" I ask. Kiera nods and stand up. Max immediately stand up as well and starts leading Kiera towards my car. I follow behind and unlock the car, then put up the hoodie of my sweatshirt. My energy was down very low. I couldn't risk anyone seeing them. Kiera opened the door and used the clicker to find her way into the seat. Max jumped into the car and laid down at her feet. Kiera rubbed his head as I got into my seat and started the car. We drove down towards Kiera's house as we talked.

" What happened earlier?" Keira inquires. I let out a deep breath.

" Jeff and his gang of idiots broke Steph's arm and bruised her nose pretty badly." I turn onto the next street.

" Oh no. Is she ok?"

" It's Steph. Of course she is ok. We ran into Ben and Ryan at the ER and they said we had to apologize. We didn't of course, but I am sure we will be eating dirt for the next few weeks because of this." A red light, then another right turn.

" Frisk and the others are really nice," Kiera tells me after a slight pause in the conversation.

" Yeah. I am so glad to have Frisk back again. I don't really like that Sans guy though. He really seems to hate me and my soul. Called my soul a malfunctioning soul," I explain. Kiera looks in my direction with unseeing eyes.

" Why didn't you give Frisk your information so that you could contact each other?" I freeze a bit, but quickly relax.

" I guess I forgot, but I also set up a way of communicating using my abilities."

" Tracy," Kiera scolds in a dark voice.

" What?"

" I know you are lying. Now tell me the real reason why."

" I told you. I…" Keira cuts me off.

" The truth Tracy." I sigh, defeated.

" I'm afraid...they will find her using me. That is the last thing I want to happen to her. I can't have them hurt her." I feel old memories bubbling up like soup that's been boiling on the stove for too long. I thrust the memories down with such force that I physically feel an ache.

" Oh." All is quiet until we reach Kiera's house, which was only about 3 minutes away.

" We are at your house." I help her and Max out of the car and up to the front door. I knock twice and a boy with blonde hair opens it.

" Oh! Hi Tracy!" Daniel says.

" Hi Daniel." Daniel was Kiera's boyfriend who lived with her. He was kind and helped Kiera out with her disability. Daniel was also fun to be around and was funny.

" Do you want to stay over for dinner Tracy?" Keira asks after hugging and pecking her boyfriend on the lips.

" Nah. I have to head back to my apartment. See you tomorrow though." I say goodbye to the couple then head back to my apartment. The complex I lived in was somewhat small, but the people inside were kind enough. The ones who were not that nice honestly just gave me glares and evil facial expressions, but I was used to those faces and ignored them. I unlocked the door to my apartment and stepped in. The apartment itself was painted a pastel blue color with white trim. I only had a brown couch with two matching brown pillows on top. A small white coffee table with a book on top sat atop the blue rug on the floor across from the couch. A small kitchen was in the corner of the room, separated from the rest of the room by a white bar table. Two red chairs sat under the table. The kitchen held all of the normal appliances and a coffee machine covered in sparkly purple duct tape. I had Stephanie to thank for that one. I dropped my stuff off on a table beside the door and slipped my shoes under the table. I then made my way into the hallway to the left and went to the door at the end. The hallway was no more than 10 feet long and held four doors. One to the bathroom, one to the guest room, one to a closet, and one to my room.

I stepped into my room and fell onto the bed, dispelling the magic I had been using all day. I flipped over into my back and summoned out my soul. I checked my hidden stats.

ENERGY; 5/50 MENTALITY; DEPRESSED.

" No dip Sherlock," I whisper under my breath as I clasp my hands over my face. Which turned out to be a bad mistake as I ran my fingers over the scars that were now there. During the day I used my magic to create the illusion that I didn't have anything wrong with me, but using my energy to create the communication link between me and Frisk had used up most of my energy, causing me to break my concentration for a moment. At least nobody noticed or called me out on it if they did notice. A sigh passed through my lips as memories of the scars came back. This time they came raging like a storm, swirling and banging. A migraine made it's way into my head and didn't seem to have plans to leave anytime soon. A single tear made it way down my cheek, marking the beginning of the waterfall of tears that came soon after.

I crumpled in on myself. The memories were too much. The memories of how the scars that covered me from head-to-toe came to be. Of the tortures they put me through. Of the things they said. Of them. Of how my parents treated me and Frisk for our entires lives. And of how there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it. Tears streaked down my face. Today should have been happy. I finally had my sister back after 2 years! But instead I was plagued by the fact that I brought more danger into her life then anything else. My heart seemed to be breaking, shattering, and yet it seemed as if I had felt this all before. And I had multiple times. First realizing that my life was pathetic and useless. Realizing that Frisk was in danger just by living in the same house as our own parents. When Frisk first disappeared. More tears fell into the reservoir that was now forming on my bed sheets. One memory managed to break past my defences and started playing in my head.

I had just been cut on the arm 5 times by them again. What happened this time? I couldn't even tell at this point. It seemed like mom and dad were just out to cut me and beat me whenever they could. It seemed so much as breathing in their general direction was reason enough to add another bloody line onto my skin. My skin used to be a beautiful tan color, much like baby Frisk's is now, but it was now a pale color that was covered in these red lines that I hated so much.

I opened the door to the nursery and closed it behind me. Frisk was asleep in her crib and dreaming away in a peaceful slumber. Sitting down on my bed, I pulled out a box from under the bed and started bandaging the wounds. My tears were still freshly streaming down my face, but I new that the scarring would be much worse if I did not clean the cuts. I finished with that and put my box under the bed, to be used when I would need it again. Knowing my parents that time would be very soon. I laid down in bed and let a dark thought come over my head.

What if you just ended it all? Kill yourself and you will never have to feel the pain of abuse again. You can kill Frisk as well so that she won't be endangered by those evil devils.

I quickly shook the thought from my head. I deserved to die, not Frisk. I would never be able to kill her and I couldn't leave her alone to those demons in the room down the hall. I felt guilty for even thinking about leaving Frisk just to escape my own pain. One day, I would escape this place with Frisk. I would never see my parents again. They would be left in my dust as I ran into freedom and away from this hell I currently lived in. I shut my eyes and fell asleep, dreaming of Frisk and I being free and running in a field of dandelions that sometimes grew on the lawn. Considered a weed and yet still beautiful in my eyes. Just like me.

I shuddered at the memory, of the time I realized that there was nothing I could do. Helpless. Worthless. Trash. Malfunctioning. After an hour I had cried all the tears I could cry and fell into the gentle embrace of sleep. My dreams were riddled with nightmares as my restless night began.


Yay! I hope you enjoyed! And yes, Tracy's last name of Fox is in reference to Toby Fox himself. Please no flames. Any hoo, I have a favor to ask of anyone willing to do so. I need cover art for both of my fics! I would draw them myself, but I don't think stick figures would really be fitting. If you are interested, please pm me so that I can give you any information on what can or cannot be on the cover or more information on what characters look like. In other news, my very first Fan Fiction emThe Next World/em had been discontinued. It is sad, but nobody was really reading it and it was not well written. Oh well. Please leave a comment or review in the review section. It would make my day! Also, be sure to favroite, follow, and share! Comments? Suggestions? Cheese? All are welcome in the comment section! Thank you and see you soon my little Camembears! Creeper out! (Hands cheese in thank you for reading.)