"Huh, what happened? Where am I?"
Her consciousness began to come to, the pain slowly flowing through her entire body. Her sense of keeping time was frazzled ever since she was knocked out. In fact, it could have begun the moment that she turned into a mindless beast in order to end Undyne's life.
However, something seemed different. She could smell things she couldn't smell before and hear even the tiniest and the frailest of voices, all of which were just muttering to her still by that point. What happened?
Light began to grow in her dull, grey eyes that were slowly beginning to show color. Her line of sights only seen a blur of red and white.
Freya's hazy vision slowly but gradually turned clear again to reveal the white to be her arm, the red being her own blood that slowly deteriorated into grey ash, her fingers twitching as a response. She couldn't move her arm from it still recovering. It hurts…
Using her other arm to pull herself onto her knees before feeling the back of her head to where she hit it against the door post. Luckily enough, the wound healed successfully, despite still having a massive headache that throbbed erratically. Now onto the next question, where was she?
The muttering continuously went on, slowly growing louder to the point that she couldn't handle it. Every voice seemingly to be judgmental for some reason other than the fact that she presumed it was of her, a strange being who just showed up out of the blue. Her hands grasped her hair, tightly gripping it to the point if she were to pull it, each and every strand would be ripped out of her scalp. The noise was too much.
Her crimson red hues were shut tightly, praying the voices would stop, however within the darkness of her own mind, something appeared. Something unnatural…
"Freya… Freya, come play with me… Let's kill everyone together…"Within the shadows of her hazy mind, a small figure wearing a green and yellow sweater whilst holding a knife showed up for a split second in the pitch blackness, a wide, murderous grin spreading, clear on her expression.
Freya's hues snapped open, widened with the fear and terror of what she had just seen. An ear piercing scream escaped before reverting to heavy breathing, to everyone's confusion. Despite the fact that every inch of her body was trembling and tears starting to forge in her eyes, the voices were gone, her ability to detect her surroundings came back. Along with the Sans, Papyrus and Undyne, there were two other creatures she wasn't familiar with, although she could detect the resemblance from her close friend. It was the King, Asgore…
Just as the matter got worse, something or someone good finally came about. Behind the big, broad goat creature was her friend, Asriel. Their glances met and although the fact that no words left her mouth, Asriel knew what she was wanting to say.
Help me…
Asgore moved forwards towards the stiffened and trembling child, his kind, small eyes peering down at the being as he hesitantly removed his trident so that it was in view. Just by the sheer wind like power from the weapon becoming forged, she knew that she was in for a bad time…
"Hello child…"
Freya couldn't say anything all and not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't know how to.
Asriel spoke up for the blonde haired vampire. "She doesn't know how to speak. I have been taking care of her since she was just a baby."
Asgore turned his head to look over to his son, his look kind, yet disappointed. Asriel knew the rules for the safety of the citizens when it came to spotting a human, yet he disobeyed them. However, unlike Asgore, Toriel, his mother had a look of pride on her facial expression.
"Well, she sure carries a punch…" Undyne muttered stubbornly in a rough voice whilst staring at the seemingly human being, knowingly having a hint on what was going to come next. "All I can say is that she isn't normal…"
"So she is one of us?" Asgore questioned in a puzzled fashion, a relieved smile edging on his face. "I see, that's good…"
With stating so, he placed his weapon away to show that he wasn't in any way threatening but rather a kinder, and welcoming soul.
"But since it seems like that that you don't have any parents." He muttered solemnly, a strong sense of pity evident in his voice.
"I shall welcome you into the family, young one…" He said, his large, bulking arms reaching down to pick up Freya. Although despite the fact that she was still confused about everything, moving away was useless. Asgore's claws went under her arms as he picked her up off from the ground. Freya struggled viciously. However, she quickly calmed down upon feeling a familiar warmth. The feeling of fur tickled against her skin, the smell of this strange being so familiar to Asriels which made sense considering how they were related by blood. It was calming…
"From now on, you shall be a Dreemurr…"
And with so, Freya became a part of the family.
Within only the matter of a few days, the monsters of the Undertale had celebrated her arrival. Especially with there being a new adopted member of the royal family as well as a new 'monster' species that was considered to be extremely rare, it was only natural for the civilisation. However, the festivity eventually died down and returned back to normal.
Luckily enough, everything that Freya didn't know, especially speech and saying different words, she was finally being taught them by Toriel, who acted not as her new motherly figure, but as her private teacher. Otherwise, her sibling relationship with Asriel began to grow greater than ever! Life was perfect, however what continued to be a dwindling thought in her mind was what she seen that day. Who was that being in her mind? Why were they telling her to kill?
It may of been just been a figure of imagination through the panic but growing up within a more luxurious life that even she didn't expect to have, she felt something creeping up within her soul, hiding away, just waiting for the moment to come and take control…
