Hello Friendos! Welcome back to another exciting chapter of The Reason They Fell! Last we left off Sans and Toriel's suspicion of Frisk's situation increased. They know something is up, but they aren't one hundred percent sure. Meanwhile, Chara is trying to run damage control and keep Frisk from breaking from her parent's abuse. How are things going to play out? Will Sans and Toriel find out about Frisk's terrible treatment? Tune in to find out!

Also, Sorry about the long update time. I know I said once every two weeks, but college said that wasn't going to work out. I'll try to update much faster next time though! Anyways, on with the chapter!

Previously:

Something inside her knew that something was up. Her motherly instincts were kicking into overdrive for a reason. She couldn't be satisfied until she knew for sure. She needed proof. She needed help. Toriel reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone before dialing in the number of her favorite skeleton. The phone rang for a few seconds before her call was answered by the lazy voice of Sans.

"Yo Tori, what's up?"

She was about to speak before she heard a loud crash sound from Sans' side and the deranged laughter of Undyne and Papyrus.

"THAT'S RIGHT PAPYRUS GIVE IT YOUR ALL! STIR HARDER!'

"YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT HAS ONLY FUELD MY DETERMINATION! I WAS STIRRING AT 100% BEFORE, BUT NOW GET READY FOR 200%!"

"FUCK YEAH THAT'S THE SPIRIT!"

Sans sighed before speaking again,

"Sorry, Pap and Undyne are having their bi-weekly cooking lesson and as you can hear," he paused as another loud crash sounded, "They're in full swing."

Toriel giggled, "I can tell."

"So what's up?"

Toriel was quiet for a few moments. Did she really want to get Sans involved? He was the only one she could really depend on the moment. Asgore was away with Alphys making sure that the other monsters were integrating within the human world alright and the humans were comfortable with them, Undyne would run in guns blazing ready to destroy things without listening to reason, and Papyrus….well he wouldn't quite understand.

"Sans…I-I'm worried about Frisk."

The line was quiet for a moment before Sans responded,

"Hold on Tori, I'll be over in a moment."

The line went dead with a click just as a knock sounded on the front door. Toriel walked over and swung the door open with a sigh as she moved aside for Sans to walk in,

"I still wonder how exactly you do that."

Sans chuckled as he sat down.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he leaned forward with his hands in his lap, his large smile growing slightly chilling,

"Now, what's this you're saying about Frisk?"

Now:

The early morning light filtering through the window, illuminating the dancing dust in the air, was what awoke Frisk. They sat up silently as a large yawn escaped them. Their dark brown hair hung wild in front of their eyes and the large t-shirt they were wearing was hanging off one of their shoulders. The tattered grey blanket had been pushed down to their legs on the small bed they slept in. The house was silent, their parents having left earlier that morning for work. Frisk gave a small smile. It was moments like this that they enjoyed nowadays. There was no dealing with their parents, no pain, no sadness, just peace.

They looked down to their right and their smile widened a little as they looked down at their sleeping friend. Chara was still peacefully asleep, curled up next to the now sitting up Frisk. They slid out of bed as silently as possible, trying not to wake up their spirit like friend as they made their way to the bathroom connected to their room. They yawned again before starting their daily routine of brushing their teeth, washing their face, combing their hair, and well….less pleasant activities. It was during the middle of combing their hair that the slowly came to a halt and looked at themselves looked in the mirror. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it, but there was one thing that they always hated. Their eyes.

Everyone had always wondered why Frisk walked around with their eyes nearly shut all the time. She remembered Papyrus, Sans, and Undyne asking them about their eyes and having to dodge the question many times on the surface and in the underground. Frisk hated their eyes. They were just another reminder of why their parents hated them so much. Frisk used to really lover their eyes, but….it's hard to love something that only brings you pain.

Frisk sighed before slowly sliding their eyes open. It was a little blurry at first, but as their vison cleared so did the sight in the mirror. Clear, wide, warm red eyes stared back at them with a slightly sad but otherwise blank expression. A small smile tugged at the side of the lips, before they realized what was next on their agenda. Frisk pulled the shirt over their head, exposing the bandages that were wrapped around their chest, arms, and sides. There were more under the shorts they were wearing, but they would get to those later. Frisk nearly jumped out of their skin when a voice from behind them sounded,

"Seeing those bandages only makes me hate your parents more, you do have pretty eyes though."

Frisk spun around with a small squeak as she stared at the grinning face of a floating Chara. Chara tried to contain their laughter, but it was to no avail as they burst into laughter, their laughter ringing around the room. Frisk huffed indignantly before turning back around to the mirror before mending their wrappings. Chara slowly calmed down her laughter and floated down next to Frisk before speaking again,

"Sorry, but you should open your eyes more often."

Frisk sighed as they unwrapped the bandages around their chest and began applying new bandages.

"I can't Chara."

"Why not?"

Frisk sighed as they looked down sadly,

"I….I don't like my eyes."

Chara frowned and replied,

"Why? They're cute...Is it your parents again?"

Frisk didn't answer as they continued bandaging themselves, but their silence was enough. Chara sighed as they hovered down and sat on the counter in front of them. Frisk didn't stop wrapping their bandages until they finished before the turned to go get dressed. Before they could leave a soft grasp at their hand followed by a tug pulled them back over into a hug, a huge blush on their aggravated face.

"Look. I know you won't reset. I'm not trying to tell you to anymore, but if you're not going to reset anymore….then you have to at least love yourself. Your parents obviously wont, and you have me and the rest of your monster friends and family, but if you don't love yourself then it doesn't matter. So promise me….stop hiding and love yourself ok?"

Frisk stood still, a blush on their face from Chara's words before they smiled and returned the hug as they murmured their reply,

"I'll try Chara…but after everything I've done…everything I've been through….it's hard to love myself. But…for you, and everyone else, I'll try. Now come on. I have to get ready to school."

Chara sighed, but let out a small smile and let frisk go finish getting ready. They absolutely hated Frisks situation, but being who they were there was nothing that they could do about it. Frisk was the only one who could see them. It wasn't like they could tell anyone about what was going on. The only thing that they could do was continue to stay by their side and help them through this troubling time. Who knows, maybe things would start looking up soon.

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That morning was the last morning Frisk would spend with her human family.

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The happiness lasted only till lunchtime. Frisk was trying to keep themselves calm as they went through the lunch line. Those morning classes with m-Toriel had scared the hell out of her. She had pulled them aside to talk to them for a bit. It was absolutely nerve wracking. She had asked them how their life with their real parents was. They had to lie straight through their teeth, and tell them that everything was fine, that they were happy to be back with their parents. Even though they were absolutely fucking miserable and wanted nothing more than to break down and dash into her arms, they had to refrain from doing any of that, and the process was unbearable.

So here they were, shuffling along in the lunch line trying to recover from hurting Toriel like they did. They didn't even pay attention to what they had grabbed, they weren't very hungry anyways. They paid for their lunch and walked out into the lunchroom before they stopped and looked around. All the other kids were sitting around, having fun talking with their friends with not a care in the world. Frisk wished they could do that. Unfortunately, Life doesn't work out like that. They began walking slowly to a small out of the way empty table in the corner. Along their way is when it all started going downhill.

An unseen grin and a well-timed trip sent Frisk tumbling to the floor, their food falling on top of them and the surrounding area. The cafeteria went silent for a moment before viscous laughter rang out amongst the students, mocking the fallen child as they pulled themselves to their knees. Chara materialized next to them with concern and rage dueling on their face. Chara wished nothing less than death upon all the other children in the cafeteria. They looked down and were about to see if Frisk was ok when they stopped cold in their tracks. They knew that look. They knew that look all too well. Frisk's eyes were covered by their hair, but the slow smile that was spreading across their face, that chilling smile, was just like hers used to be.

Chara was surprised. They thought it would be their parents that broke Frisk. Who knew it would be something as small as this would finally make them snap. When Frisk finally looked up, their eyes were wide open, and their crimson gaze was fixed on the boy who tripped them.

"Frisk…you need to calm down..." said Chara in a firm tone, but Frisk wouldn't hear it.

"Frisk! Please calm down!"

Frisk still ignored Chara's words as they stood and turned to face the boy who tripped them, eyes blank with a large grin on their face.

"Frisk stop this! It's only going to cause more trouble for you!"

Chara stood in front of Frisk to try and block them, but Frisk walked straight through them and up to the boy; there would be no stopping this confrontation. Chara could only stand by and watch the situation spiral downhill as the cafeteria went silent once again as the two stared each other down. Frisk silently tugged off the oversized sweater that was covered in food exposing the plain navy blue t-shirt they wore underneath, along with all the bandages that covered their arms. Gasps of shock traveled around the cafeteria as they saw the bandages on their arms. Just as the boy was about to speak, Frisk acted.

They threw the sweater into the boy's face before rearing their fist back. He threw the sweater off just in time to receive Frisk's solid punch straight to his jaw. Blood spurted from his nose onto Frisk's fist and shirt as he stumbled backwards trying to recover. Frisk didn't give him the chance to though, as they quickly followed up their initial strike with another punch to the face that sent him crashing to the floor. Frisk was on them instantly, one hand grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and the other going to work on the boy's unprotected face as he pleaded for mercy. Screams of terror and pleading for them to stop surrounded them, but they fell on deaf ears as they continued to beat the kids face in.

Suddenly, a single voice broke through the rage that drowned out all the others. A voice that was all too familiar.

"FRISK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Frisk froze as Toriel ran over to the two, shock and disbelief prevalent on her face. All the rage that had swallowed Frisk disappeared the instant they heard her voice. Instead of rage, sorrow and misery filled them as hot tears began falling down their face. They couldn't stop the tears, they couldn't stop the hitching in their breath as they broke completely. The boys t-shirt slipped from their grip as the gravity of this situation and their entire situation crashed back down on them at once. Toriel sprang into action. She called a few other teachers forth to tend to the boy as she scooped Frisk up in their arms and carried them out into hallway, trying her best to calm them down.

It didn't matter what she tried, there was no calming them down. All she could do was rock them back and forth and tell them that everything was going to be alright, all she could do was be there for them. Toriel didn't know how long they sat in the hallway comforting them. A few different teachers and the principle came up to try and see what was wrong with them, but Toriel always shooed them away. It had been about ten minutes before Toriel asked them once more what was wrong, her tone pleading.

Frisk couldn't hold it back anymore. They didn't want to tell anyone. They knew that there was going to be severe consequences for their actions, but they couldn't take it anymore. If they took anymore then they'd reset, and they wouldn't be able to live with themselves taking away her families happiness again. So they told. The words tumbled out like water from a spring. Everything, from their life before the underground to the pain and suffering that they have been dealing with since they went back with her human family.

The more that they told, the more that Toriel's heart shattered. She knew it. She knew something was wrong with those people. She knew that something was wrong with Frisk all this time, but she'd just let them go back so easily. She didn't bother to question their morals, she was too blinded by her sadness at losing her child. Now tears were falling from her eyes now. She'd failed. She'd failed to do the one thing that mothers should always do, protect their child.

Toriel's soft grip on Frisk tightened slightly as a determined fire filed her eyes. She may not have been protecting her child before, but she would now. Those people had dared to hurt her child, and they were going to pay dearly for it. She stood and marched down the hall to the infirmary, setting Frisk down on one of the open beds. Frisk looked up at Toriel with broken red eyes, as Toriel gazed down on them with rage filled black ones.

Frisk sat up and was about to speak when Toriel put a finger to their face before starting,

"I'm sorry my child, that I haven't been protecting you all the time, that I didn't notice they were bad people from the beginning,"

She flipped her phone out and quickly dialed a number, "but I know now, and I'm going to fix it."

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Sans sighed as he slouched in his chair behind the large check out desk in front of him, a large stack of various books next to him and book on quantum physics open in his skeletal hands as he watched over the quiet library. Of all he jobs he thought he could have when he made it to the surface, librarian wasn't high on his list. He couldn't complain though, the job did have its perks. He had all the books that he could hope to read, it was peaceful, it was quiet, and he could easily catch a nap hidden in the various columns of books. Lately however, he hasn't been able to chill out like he used to. Ever since somebody else shared in his suspicion on the kids parents, his mind has been racing a mile a minute. He knew there was something wrong with them, he knew they were trouble when they walked in. He just needed a little more, a confirmation that his suspicions were correct, and then it would be on.

A silent buzzing next to his stack of books grabbed his attention. His lazy gaze slid over to his phone before he reached out and picked it up. He saw who was calling and was a little surprised. Toriel never called him during work hours, and her break time ended a while ago. He flipped the phone open and hit the receive button before replying with a lazy hello.

"Hello…Sans…"

Now Sans was worried. Calling during work on top of sounding like she was distraught and furious at the same time was completely unusual. Something was wrong, and he had a feeling he knew what it was.

"What's wrong Tori? Normally you don't call during school hours."

"Sans…it's Frisk. We…were right."

Sans snapped his book shut as he listened to Toriel recap all of what happened at school, and the longer he listened the more intense his eye glowed blue. When she was all done telling him it took all that he had from destroying the library.

"Tori…take them home. I'll get the others and we'll meet at your place. Then from there we'll deal with the humans."

He snapped his phone shut as he stood to leave. He looked over at the few people in the library and cleared his throat. They looked up and were instantly frozen cold by the icy blue look in Sans' eyes, and the large sinister grin that promised pain.

"Everybody needs to leave now," he said with a dead monotone before a Gaster blaster materialized above him, scaring the humans even further,

"Library is closed."

AAaaaaaaand that's a wrap comrades! Frisk has finally broken and given in and told Toriel what has been going on, and she and Sans are not happy at all! What are they going to do now? How are they going to move forward with their new knowledge? You'll just have to tune in next chapter and find out!

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