Frisk starts to stir with a small groan she slowly sits up. It was still night. Her fur was sticking up and still wet from the night's events. She looked out confused; she was in a cave and had a sheet covering her. She would usually wake up outside on the road with her cloths just thrown on her. She would also be greeted with angry women, mad at her for 'seducing' their husband or what ever. She wondered who would ever give her mercy? No body else seemed to care, just because her parents left her she had to live threw this hell day after day. And, if she tried running they will just bring her back and hurt her worse. She had tried before; she couldn't have food or water for two days. She looked down; her eyes seemed to have lost all their light. She thought that she was most likely thrown out into the woods until some creep came to take her.

"Y…. you shouldn't move much, you have some shallow wounds on your back but they must still hurt…. You will only make your wounds worse if you move… rest a little at least…" There was a quiet voice that echoed threw the cave. Frisk quickly looked around, someone had cared for her? And was worried about her? Her eyes fell on a figure much like her own, but it was much skinnier and the fur looked much dirtier, not like she was any better. She just stares at the other child wondering why did another person help her. It then hit her; the mayor said something about another cursed child.

"Are you branded?" Frisk finally said something. It was the only possible way for anybody to help her. If someone who was like her to help. But, then again, it still wouldn't be good.

"Y… yeah…" This other child seemed to pull back a lot and didn't like to speak much.

"Me too. What is your name?" Frisk asked, the more she talked the more she wanted to know about this other child that was like her. Did they make her do the same work? Was she treated better? She had so many questions that just popped into her head.

"I'm… Chara" Chara spoke softly as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. Her name must have been a symbol of pain for her is she reacted like that to just saying it.

"I like that name, well I think it is better then Frisk." Frisk said and laughed softly, she thought maybe making fun of her own name would lighten up the mood. But, Chara didn't smile; she just gave a small nod in responds.

"So, um… what do they make you do?" Frisk had to know; she wanted someone who at least had something in common with her, anything. She didn't want to feel alone anymore. She wanted a little comfort in this terrible place. Chara swallowed hard and she started to tremble in what seemed like fear.

"They make me work all day…" chara said slowly as if she is afraid to go on. But working doesn't sound to back, but then again its like she is "working" when they take her and have her way with her. "If I stop then they… h-hurt me…" she whimpered the last part slightly. She must have some painful memories, as she is so scared to even say the word hurt. Like if she says it, it will happen again right then and there.

"Is it that bad?" Frisk couldn't help but ask, I mean working really didn't sound bad compared to the work she had to do.

"It's hard… they don't let me take a break or sleep. If it isn't perfect they beat be and call me worthless…" Chara whimpered more and her figure trembled more violently

"Oh… I guess that is bad…" Frisk said, she started to get a better picture of how back it was. At least she got naps from time to time, but it still hurt. But to her it still sounded like heaven.

"Guessing your doubting me…" Chara said softly seeing the expression on Frisk's face. She seemed to know it to well. So did Frisk, when she called out for help or tried explaining herself to the angry women. They just called her a liar since she was branded.

"I'm sorry…. It just doesn't seem as bad…" frisk looked down feeling guilty that she just said that. I mean she had wanted to make friends with Chara and now she is saying some things that probably aren't true. Its just, working doesn't seem bad.

"I passed out one time because I didn't get enough rest nor enough food or water…" Chara said and squeezed her knees closer to her chest. Did she want to relate to frisk in some way? Frisk hoped so.

"Oh…" was all Frisk could really say I mean there really isn't anything else she could have said. But, now she thought of a new question. "Do you have any scars or wounds?" She had a lot herself, especially inside her body.

"Y-yeah… I have a lot of wounds and scars," Chara said as she slowly lifted her head to look at frisk. She looked hopeful, well more hopeful then when frisk first saw her.

"May I see them?"

"Sure…" Chara nodded and she got out of her little corner a little as she turned around. She looked like she was waiting for Frisk to come over and lift her shirt. Frisk did, she got up a little wobbly because of her hips were still soar. She walked up to chara and kneeled down. Chara was trembling. Frisk frowned slightly as she slowly lifted the shirt. There were giant gashes and wounds all over Chara's back. Frisk couldn't hold back a gasp seeing such bad wounds.

"O-oh…" Frisk said before slowly lowering the back of her shirt. "Yeah… our life's are bad huh…" she couldn't find the words to say that she was sorry.

"Yeah… but we have each other now… r-right?" chara asked meekly, she seemed to be scared of rejection.

"Yeah, that sounds nice…" Frisk was relived; she had someone like her, finally.