Chapter 2
Frisk climbed out the back window as quietly as they could. They thought to themselves how much harder this would've been if they lived in a two story house. There'd probably be too many injuries to count, considering their mom's apparent obsession with roses…
They stepped onto the sidewalk, Chara leading the way. It was late, but most of the kids were playing outside. It was warm outside, making it the perfect temperature to play basketball or skateboard.
Frisk wasn't ever able to play anything like that with their asthma. Besides, no one wanted to play with them either way.
They walked. Heads turned, followed by snickers, then full on laughs. They continued to walk. Comments started to fly around like bullets. "Where's f*ggy going, now?" "Finally gonna end it?" "Hope so!"
Tears started to well in their eyes. "Don't let them get to you, kid. They won't bother you anymore..." Chara whispered to them. Frisk took a deep breath and started to walk faster, forcing the tears back into their eyes.
They reached the end of the sidewalk: It led to a thick forest that seemed to have no end. They climbed over the caution tape that blocked off the path. Maybe after all of the disappearances they decided to take precautions. Didn't matter. They just wanted to be free. They carefully stepped over the tape, still hearing the obnoxious crowd of people cheering them on. Who do they think they are…?
The forest was quiet. Aside from some critters roaming around, nothing could be heard. Because of this, their footsteps echoed through the forest. Everything was overgrown. No one wanted to come near this place because of the mountain.
To add to the quiet atmosphere, neither of the kids were talking. Frisk decided it was too quiet. "...So, how did you find the mountain?" They started.
"I've always sorta known the way. I always came out here because it was quiet and soothing. No commotion…"
"...I like that reason."
"And it also helped me learn some things."
"Like?"
"Like don't step over that log, ya dingus."
Frisk stopped with their foot hovering over the log. "Why?"
"Duh, there could be a snake in there. Step on it and then go over it."
They put their foot down. "Oh." They raised their foot again and stepped on it, hopping over it. "...That way is more fun, too!"
The conversation became a game of 20 Questions. "When were you born?" "Do you have many friends?" "Do you have a favorite food?" "Who's the hottest celebrity in your opinion?" "Would you rather lose an eye or an ear?" The questions went on and on until they reached the bottom of the mountain.
"Chara… I'm tired."
"Whaat?"
"I'm tired. Can we climb in the morning..?"
"...Fine. I'll wake you up at about six."
Frisk made a small, makeshift bed out of leaves and vines. Not comfortable, but dry enough to keep them from getting sick. They pulled off their sweater and folded it neatly to keep it from getting damaged. "Good night…"
"...Good night."
Frisk fell into a more peaceful slumber than they've had since they were small.
