This chapter will be written in Frisk's point of view on some parts. (I struggled a bit writing it.)
It will contain stuff like attempted suicide, cussing, and will have a darker view on life.
The suicide part might be a bit triggering...and I'm apologising in advance to readers who might have crossed such a dark path.
I hope you'll enjoy the writing nonetheless.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing from the monsters I viewed as family and friends. They were actually happy to see me reunited with my human family, and they promised to stay in touch with me no matter what. In my head, I only had a question, "what brought them back after all this time?", a question that I was about to know the answer to when I was going to reach my human family's house. The one that called herself my mother was dragging me rather hard, and the one calling himself my father was pressing us forward, but all I felt was sadness. To be taken away from a family that I knew they would love me no matter what, and thrown back into the family I knew left me on purpose, I was sure nothing good would come out of it. "James, move the fuck up already. How many times do I have to tell you. DON'T. FUCKING. LOOK. BACK.", the one who called himself my father yanked me by my right hand as he saw I looked towards the Dreemurrs' house. "We don't want you to see those monsters again, you hear? You're a fucking human, and you're not going to stay with those creatures, got it?" the one calling herself my mother went badgering me.
After what seemed like a long walk through dark alleys and stinky courtyards, I was finally brought to my 'original' home, where the two humans I was supposed to regard as parents lived. The human father pushed me right through the door, and the human mother followed behind him. "WHAT THE FUCK WENT WITH YOU TO GO DOWN A FUCKING MOUNTAIN?! WE WERE OUT THERE SEARCHING FOR YOUR SORRY ASS YOU SHIT!", the human father bellowed. And all I could say was "I'm sorry," to which the human mother threw a palm over my face. "Don't talk back to your father, you pathetic excuse of a child. You were a fucking accident on this planet." and I just sat silent, my face still hurting from the palm given by the one who was supposed to love me. However, what little DETERMINATION I had within me urged me to explain my situation to them. "I am sorry I am a disappointment for you. But I became an Ambassador to those you call creatures-", but I was stopped by the human father in explanation as he threw me down on the ground and began hammering punches all over me. I was hurting all over the places, I even spat blood a few times. I thought the mother would stop him, but she just said "Leave James alone, darlin'. I want to give this brat a beating myself." and she began flowing with palms over my back, sending me into unconciousness. I don't even remember what happened next, because all I knew was that hours later, the sun was rising, leaving out some rays through a small window placed on the door.
There I was, back into hell, a different kind of hell. No, not one fighting a demon entity bent on destroying monsterkind and humankind alike, but one where the demons were the ones that supposedly 'loved their child and wanted to see said child back' and the one constantly tortured was an angel. I felt my powers breaking and cracking with each beating...That beating knocked in me the sense of complete silence, that even a word from me would make them hurl more insults, more beatings, torture...but right now I was full hurting from all that...and I slowly but surely, made my way up the stairs, towards a room they labeled with my name. "my special...prison...cell," I could utter between coughing blood and gaping for air. I threw myself on an old bed and slept all morning until dusk. It wasn't until I heard the phone buzzing that I awoke, and I was lucky they didn't think on cutting me off from my friends completely. My heart ached as I saw who was calling - it was Toriel, and I felt rather sick of what was about to come next, but I went through with it anyway.
- Good evening, my child! This is your friend and guardian, Toriel! How are you?
- I'm okay, Toriel. I just settled in with my family. They're really nice to me..., I said, but inside I was breaking from the lie.
She was my real mother, and there I was, lying to her, while I was about to break down in a fit of coughing blood and pausing sometimes to gape for air, but I bit it back, her voice being the only link that kept my SOUL alive.
- It is so nice to hear that! Are you going to visit us tomorrow? And, how will we do about the meeting? We have to go, you know...
- I'm not sure if my parents will agree to me having to go as Ambassador, but I'm hoping they will understand. As about visiting you, I will try to come to you.
- Very well, my child! I will wait news from you, she said as she clicked the phone on her end.
And there it was gone, my only link that kept me alive, but then, the coughing fit came back, and I spat a bit of blood. "Shit." I said as I gritted through my teeth and slowly made my way downstairs, where the two humans calling themselves 'my parents' waited for me. They were looking over some papers, and judging by their look, those must've been important papers. The human mother yanked me and brought me to the table, while pushing forward the papers. "IF YOU DON'T FUCKING WRITE US AS YOUR PARENTS DOWN THERE..." she yelled as she pointed out to where I was supposed to write, "WE SWEAR YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE THIS HOUSE ALIVE." My hand was trembling, as I realised the papers, after a closer reading, were actually adoption papers, and they intended to adopt me as their child fully, which made my heart break as I often heard Toriel and Asgore about 'wanting me to be a full Dreemurr.' The humans before me were waiting for me to write their names, but I didn't even know their names. My DETERMINATION made me become a little braver, and I decided to outright refuse to write these papers. "I don't even know your names. And why should I complete these papers? I barely know you."
- Wow, the brat got some nerve lately, the human mother said.
- Living with those fucking pieces of shit made you the irresponsible child you are today? I'll be glad to beat some sense into you, Jamie boy, the human father said as he yanked me and put me down on the floor, as he pulled out his belt.
And there it was, I felt it. Belt after belt, lashing out on my back, countless bruises on me, feeling every bone in my body slowly breaking. I coughed more blood, I hitched for air, praying to heavens above the human would stop. He seemed to have satisfied his thirst for blood, because they again left and I slipped back into unconciousness...I must have been unconscious for two days, because, when I woke up, still feeling beaten and bruised, the house was empty. "They aren't here," I said with a cough of blood, but then I noticed my phone was broken to utter pieces and laid in front of me, as a 'surprise' from them. "...M-Mama...T-Tori..." I thought as I fell down again. The humans returned by night and, noticing I didn't move, kicked me in the ribs one more time, the sharp pain awakening me. "Woo. The brat is still alive. Thank us, you bitch," the human mother said as she pulled my short hair, making me cry in despair. But, to please them, I uttered "Th-thank...y-you," and then she slammed my face on the ground, some blood was running from my nose as well. "Go to your fucking room. And don't make a sound or we'll fucking cut you to pieces," the human father said.
Left with no connection to my monster family and friends, I felt alone. The humans were content to not beat me anymore for a few days, seeing that I was broken and beaten, to the point I only pointed if I wanted anything. And most of the times I drank just water or eaten just leftover bread, and I felt my hunger unsatisfied and unaccounted for. Once a day they gave me a bigger size of a bread and murky water, as if almost letting me to choose which way I want to be killed, by sheer starvation or by an infection caught up from the water? I always ate the bigger size of bread, because it seemed enough on that day to satiate my hunger. They were watching tv one night, and it was something related to the monsters. I could catch up a bit of their conversation, as now I was slowly healing, in my fits of coughing there were still traces of blood.
- Wow, look, they call Maggie "Frisk." What kind of joke is that? My child's name is Maggie James Hunt, what the fuck they don't get? the voice of the human mother was heard.
- Look, it's that goat monster. What a slut, to demand that humans and monsters go along, the voice of the human father was heard.
When I heard how he called Toriel, I ignited in a rage that must've consumed my last energy, because the only thing I remembered was darkness. I don't know when I awakened or what time it was, but it was certain that the TV was off and I was only angry at the so-called 'family' of mine that insulted the monsters who took care of me each moment of their lives. What I didn't know was that Toriel was worried about me...
"I have not heard from Frisk for seven days. Whatever happened to him? He usually picks up when I call..." Toriel was thinking, frowning for a bit as she called for the fourth time in a row, but Asgore tried to calm her down, as usual, "Tori, I understand your concern for Frisk's welfare, but didn't he say to us that he was okay, and that his family is taking good care of him?" Asriel was a bit upset hearing that his sibling found his family and went down with them. "Mom, are you sure he does pick up? I mean, you know he left his phone home that day, right?" but Toriel was having none of it from her boys. "I'm sorry, my dears, but there's something nagging at me. I know he wouldn't let me worry like that for so long. Maybe I should call Sans, see if he knows something." the goat mother said as she dialed Sans' number.
- yeah, tori. what's up? Sans' voice was heard at the other end.
- It's Frisk. I haven't heard from him in seven days straight, Toriel's voice betrayed her worries.
- it's very unlike frisk to not answer your calls. i'll try and visit the kid if i can, don't worry, Sans assured her.
The human parents decided I was allowed for a walk in the park, as long as I returned for curfew, which was six p.m. precise. If I wasn't back home by that hour, they promised me a series of beatings, adding that I don't even try to make contact with the monsters, because they will find out and will cut me off from walking in the park as well. "And just when I thought you'd be nice to me..." I was thinking in my head as I walked down the lonely alley, passing by various humans and a few monsters, the latter greeting me. But I wasn't really in the mood to greet them back, so I kept walking past them, to their shock. "What happened to Frisk? He was usually waving at us." one of the monsters asked. "Perhaps he's in a bad mood, don't worry. I'm sure he'll be fine." another monster said. I felt sad hearing them expecting me to represent them, and there I was, not even waving as if they were some sort of beasts.
The park looked deserted, and to me, it was for the best, as I could stay alone with my thoughts. Though, to be honest, my thoughts hadn't been the happiest lately, and I could've used someone to talk to, to call for help. Something. I felt so alone darkness threatened to swallow me whole. Me. The Archangel who fought to bring stability for the monsters and humans alike. Perhaps I was too sucked up by my thoughts I didn't even hear some footsteps approaching me as I was sitting in a swing, but what startled me was the familiar voice of a skeleton I admired and respected as if he was another brother. "heya frisk."
- Hi, I said absentminded.
- i came by to see how you're doing, bucko, Sans said.
- I'm fine, I said, lying through my teeth, but Sans must've felt it.
- bucko, you know i hate being lied to. wanna try that again? the small skeleton said as his eye was glowing a bit cyan.
- Really, I'm fine! I insisted.
- what the heck is happening with you, buddy? you haven't answered tori's calls for seven days, paps keeps asking me about you, and alphys asks asgore about you, said Sans, as I noticed a frown forming on his face.
- I'm just adjusting with my new family, that's all. And I'm sorry I have got everyone worried. My phone ran out of batteries, I tried to sheepishly excuse myself, although my heart was breaking as I heard Toriel was sick with worry because of me.
- oh well. i believe you buddy. but, if anything's wrong, you can tell me, okay?
- Shit, I said as I looked at my watch. It was five p.m. and in one hour I had to be back to the humans' home.
- what is it, buddy? Sans asked.
- I have to go back. I'm sorry...and yes, I will try to tell you, I outright lied to him.
I don't know how much did he believe me, but he gave me a hug and then vanished into a shortcut, like I know he used to do. I felt sick for lying to him right between my teeth, but the human family I had to return to warned me to not contact them. It was five-thirty by the time I got there, so I thought, "If I'm home earlier, they wouldn't say anything," but I was dead wrong...
- What did we fucking say about you talking to the monsters? We saw you on live TV talking to some skeleton guy. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! the human father yelled at me.
- No more walks in the park for you, doll. AM I CLEAR? the human mother sternly awaited for my reply.
- No, I said slowly.
- Did you just say 'No'? How dare you talk back to your mother? the female lunged at me with bestiality, clawing and throwing punches all over me. HOW. THE. FUCK. YOU. DARE. TO. TALK. BACK?! she said with each punch, and I felt weaker, collapsing under the beating.
The human family was content to leave me wince and suffer while they went out for a dinner in town. "When we get back, we'd better not see your sorry ass still here!" the human father said. I was still puzzled on who captured me and Sans on live TV...but I wasn't able to think with it for too long, because I slowly, but painfully, made my way back to the cell I was kept in. I was starving, and all I could find was some bread which ants invaded all over and murky water. I refused to eat or drink anything and I just collapsed on the bed...
The next day, I felt the whole room spinning around with me and I was about to throw my guts out. I couldn't help it and I just threw up, once, twice...the scent was horrid, but I kept on. I placed my hand over my forehead, and it was burning. The horrid scent had me throwing up five times more, and then I just couldn't bear it. I walked out slowly, while still burning. My throat was aching and burning as well, and I couldn't really place up on what was going on, until I managed to reach the bathroom and look at myself. My face was pale, my eyes were red from the many nights I've cried - but now they were redder - and my nose was running. "I'm sick..." I thought to myself as I washed my face with some cold water. It felt better, but throughout my diziness, I realised I had to walk back, because the humans hadn't returned and I wasn't supposed to stay around here...
Climbing the stairs with some difficulty, I collapsed on the puke-scented bed. "Uurgh," I thought, and I struggled to keep myself thinking about something else, but no longer than that I fell asleep. Through my fevered dreams, I thought I saw Toriel was next to me, tending to me with all her love and concern, I thought I heard Asgore asking me if I want some tea, or even heard Sans cracking some jokes to make me laugh...I was missing them, but how can an Angel break loose from such a Hell...and then it dawned on me. I picked myself back up, walked slowly past the two humans that returned home and watched tv, and reached the bathroom. I opened the first aid kit and saw a knife inside..., and while at first I shuddered at the thought of the knife, something inside me urged me to pick it up and end this hell. My hesitation was normal, but I determined myself to do it, and so I picked the knife up and...started cutting, letting blood drip, drip by drip, until I fell back in the darkness...
Meanwhile, Sans couldn't shrug the feeling that Frisk was in danger, but he decided to reassure Toriel that the kid was fine. "Sans, I know you're telling me Frisk is fine, but I can't push away the feeling he's not. Perhaps it is because of the strong bond I have formed with the child..." Toriel mused as she was fidgeting with her paws. "I'm worried for him not to do something foolish..."