(Frisk finally tells her family and friends about her past. Its neither sweet nor kind. Darkness, abuse, and pain reside there. How would they react to hearing her confessions? How would they react if they found that she might not be completely...human?)

(Warning: There will be mention of child rape, not in great detail but it's mentioned. This is a very dark chapter, and I admit it has a personal touch to it, small amounts of personal experiences.

If things like this is not your cup of tea, please wait until chapter 5. Thank you very much.)

Chapter 4

The pain of my past

Mettaton brought us to, what appeared to be, a set from one of his shows. He said it was used one time and it just sat there after word. The set just had a bunch of big fluffy chairs situated in a circle. All facing one another. They rested on a large carpet that had a few stains on it. A single light shown from above the set as we took our seats. The rest of the room was so dark that it felt bigger then it probably was. The darkness seemed to go on forever.

I waited until everyone took their seats before I sat. Oddly enough Sans and Papyrus refused to sit down until I did. I shrugged and took a seat that was sitting between two vacant ones. Sans and Papyrus sat in those and situated themselves on either side of me. Almost in a guarding manor. It made me feel safe and slightly reassured.

Mother and father sat to the chairs to my right and Undyne and Alphys sat to my left. Mettaton sat in the fanciest chair straight ahead of me. His hands together in front of his face and his leg crossed over the other. Out of everyone else in the room, he seemed to be the most professional about this.

Sighing I took a look at everyone and had an odd sense of daja vu. It felt so much like it was a far smaller version of the court room I was in all those months ago. But with a huge difference. I knew theses monsters. I knew that they would not judge me, would not hurt me or nay say me. They would listen and give me a chance. Here on this set, miles underground in the home of the monsters, I knew I would be heard. Better yet, that my favorite monsters chose to sit next to me made all the difference in the world.

Swallowing tightly I gripped my white gown and thought about how I should begin. The emotions that everyone was broadcasting was a mix of anticipation, worry, and a touch of fear. I didn't blame them and wondered if there was a way to tell my tale without freaking them out to much.

A bony hand laid itself across my hand and I turned to see Papyrus staring down at me with a calm collected expression. It was the most adult looking expression I had ever saw on his face. It made me feel calmer by looking at it. Then another bony hand placed itself on my other hand and I looked to the other side to see Sans staring ahead at the others.

His thoughts though were addressed to me.

"Tell them what they need to know kid. Everything. They will not look down on you for your passed, and you know that. They love you to much. Unlike humans, monsters love." His face turned to me, his eyes hooded and his smile patient. "We can all feel you Frisk. Don't you know that. The merging was not just one sided. We feel your pain from your memories, we feel your fear of letting us know that pain. But if nothing else kid, know that we are here for ya. You bone-believe it."

I chuckled at that and heard the answering chuckles from the others. I turned in surprise. The looks on their faces told me they heard everything Sans had mentally said to me. We were all connected. They would feel everything. Hear everything. Probably even...

See everything.

I gripped the hands of the skeleton brothers and sigh out sharply. This was it, this was the moment I opened my Pandora's box and showed theses wonderful people my worst.

Well here goes nothing.

I began with telling them the first thing I remembered.

Loneliness.

Always alone in the darkness.

As far back as I knew, I was in a dank little orphanage somewhere in the middle of the city. It was a dark, cruel, filthy, and neglected place. Just like its children who resided there.

The children there were snappish and rude. Filthy and wild. Just like me. I never hated them for their actions or behaviors. I hated the adults for how they treated us. Even at a young age I knew something was off with that place. It felt more like a small prison, with the amount of adult nurses around. All big, strong and scary. The females were just as cruel if not crueler then the males nurses. I didn't tell them the things I saw them do to some of the children when no one was looking.

I hated that place so much. I hated them.

I remembered shadows of people. No faces. They were like black shapes with cruel smiles always plastered on their faces. Their words always biting and cruel.

I remembered the cold room were I was sealed every day. Away from fresh air and real light. No one wanted to see me nor hear me.

I was a beast to them.

A monster.

I was strange and animalistic.

And a freak.

I did not behave like other children nor did I bother to try. I always skulked about in the shadows. Never walking on two legs. Always on four. The only friends I had were the cats, dogs, and animal I could call upon behind the cold bars of the orphanage play ground. They came to me. They played with me. Spoke to me. Even feed me from time to time when I was hungry. They were my true teachers, and I learned well from them.

I learned to stay hidden, to smell for danger and listen. I learned to not kill unless it was for survival. Learned patience. They taught me to hunt when I'm hungry and to steal when I needed to steal. Running, jumping, soaring, communication, life. They taught it all to me.

But that was not all. I was also able to hear them. I had always had a small ability to read the minds of people. I was able to hear their thoughts, what they were planing to do, when they would do it. I used it to my advantage to escape from some of the harsher punishments. Not all but a few.

I guess it was just another reason why the humans hated me so much.

Then the day that sealed my fate.

I did not know why but the children decided they wanted to take their frustrations out on someone that day. And since I was the smallest and strangest among them, I guess I was a prime target. They caught me talking to a cat that had just given me my daily meal of mouse. I ate it with glee, having not eaten in a whole day, when I was suddenly pushed to the side. They saw the blood on my face and gagged. They threw things at my friend when they hissed at them. My friend ran and I was left alone in front of an angry gang of youths. I could hear them. Their minds were dark and angry. They wanted to attack me. I was easy. I tried to run but they caught me and began to beat me. They called me a freak, a monster, a ghoul. I wasn't human they said. I was an animal, a beast with no purpose but to be beneath them.

Now even back then I knew deep down they were only mimicking what they had either seen, heard, or experienced themselves in that horrid place. But the pain of the attacks, the words that had always been thrown at me for so long, it finally did something to me.

An overwhelming surge of rage took over my mind.

And I opened my eyes.

They screamed at the sight.

Uncaring I attacked like an animal. I bit and clawed at the child severely wounding many of them. One I found out soon after, I had killed.

That's when they put me away from the light completely. I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone. Was told that no sane human wanted a child who was an animal.

A little monster.

A devil.

That little room soon became my entire world. A small box like room with only a sliver of a window to look out of. A single blanket to sleep in, and a litter tray as my bathroom. Two dog bowls held my days worth of food and water, and at times, barely that. My mind slowly started to lose itself.

I had no contact with anyone save for the person who arrived to feed me, give me water, and clean my litter tray. Usually they came in with a shock wand and directed me to stay in on my blanket. Their minds were always bleak and hateful. Always angry. I didn't like reading their minds so I didn't bother to anymore.

Sometimes if I was lucky, some birds would answer my calls out of the small window and they would bring me bugs and berries. It was really the only other kind thing I remembered in that cold place.

It was only in dreams that I felt any full reprieve from my horrid predicament. Only then did I seem to have peace. In my dreams I flew from that place and soared through the sky. I ran with the dogs, sang with the cats, and frolicked with the squirrels.

But then I would wake up. Trapped in that tiny room again. And I always cried.

I believe that a few years passed when the real horrors began. I guess I was six at the time. I was skinny , mostly bone, and my skin was pale. My hair was greasy and matted, my skin stank, and I prowled the room like a wild animal. I snarled, hissed and sometimes attacked the food person when they came in to feed me. The shock wand didn't seem to bother me anymore. I wounded many food people and sometimes they didn't feed me for days. I howled and roared out at night when the hunger was to fierce. I had completely lost myself.

That's when...when...that man showed up.

This part of the story was difficult to tell them, but I pushed on determined to tell them everything.

It was the first time I saw him. He was a giant of a man. He wore all white, with dark curly hair, mustache and rounded glasses. His slightly chunky form filled out the outfit as his brown eyes looked down at me. I then noticed something really odd about him. He was shaking. Really shaking hard as if he was having a fit. But it was his eyes, open and glowing, that had a touch of cruelty to them. When I opened my mind to his I was bombarded with horrid images and thoughts. I slammed myself away from them. Closing myself off mentally, but the images were still there. It was then, for the first time, that I knew true fear. I suddenly couldn't move, as if an odd power was placed over me. Then he came in and closed the door.

I didn't give much details of his visits, other then the fact that every time he came to me, he hurt me. He touched me, violated me, and spoke sweetly the entire time as if what he was doing was right. It wasn't. I knew it wasn't. But I could not stop him.

That hell lasted for a long time.

Until one day I had enough.

I remembered that day well. There was a storm outside. Its harsh winds sounding much like a scream. I laid in my room, shaking harshly. My mind tumbling and turning. Fear eating at me as I waited for the foul man to come again.

And he did.

He came in as usual. With a bag of dog food under one arm and a small pitcher of water in the other. He laid the items down and stepped inside closing the door softly behind him.

He spoke quietly, his words calm and almost singsong like. His smile, which I loathed, revealed white teeth as he began his daily routine of stripping.

But that moment as I laid curled on my side, shaking, fear eating at me till the sour tang permeated my tongue, I felt something snap inside of me.

Embracing it I opened my eyes.

I remembered my vision going red and a powerful serge of something growing inside of me. I felt myself grow, expand, and rise. It felt as the entire world shook around me as I stretched above the horrid man. Growling sounds emerged from my throat as sickening sort of glee rose as the man's face contorted into pure fear.

It was glorious, but not enough for the pain and fear he caused me for so long.

I grabbed him and he started to sequel like a stuck pig. He clawed at my large hands, desperate to escape.

Hoo, but I wasn't going to let him.

I threw him repeatedly against the far wall. Then Slammed him into the ground. I crushed him, tore at him, peeled back his skin and bathed in his blood. I roared furiously as I continued to Slam what was left of him into the ground. I continued this process long before his body became so much mush against the walls.

I stared at the mess feeling empty.

I heard the voices of men coming down the halls. They burst in through the door and cried out in shock at the sight of me and the mess I made. I don't know what I had become, but I knew that it terrified them.

"Monster!" They cried.

"That damn kid was a monster!"

"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"

One man attacked me with his baton, beating me with it. The pain caused the savage part of me to grow again. I unleashed a roar and slammed him down with little effort.

He did not rise.

I looked at the others and they ran screaming.

The door was open.

I could finally escape.

But at first I was afraid to.

I had lived in that tiny room all of my life. What was out there for someone that everyone hated?

One word came to me.

Freedom.

I didn't pause again.

I left that damn place, and killed a few more adults along the way. I left that horrid orphanage and ran out into the streets. I ran and ran and ran and never looked back.

For many years after that I could not take that form again, but its touch was still upon me. I laid low in the gutters of the city. Hunting and eating out of the trash. keeping warm under abandoned homes, and staying away from everyone to survive.

This was freedom at its finest. However freedom wasn't as glorious as I hoped it would be. I had freedom yes, but that freedom had to be kept. That meant living without being seen. I knew they were still looking for me. Those people I ran from long ago. I sometimes could hear my name on their minds as they hunted for me.

My abilities became stronger as I hid from theses humans. They had weakened during my years apart from everyone. But now to survive I tuned into everything. I learned to listen out for my name, or the name monster in the minds of humans. I learned most of my abilities by accident as I tried to survive in that evil city. I also learned to enhance my ability at mimicry. Mimicking different animal sounds, movements, and personalities saved my life more then once.

For a time I was safe in my routines.

Until I was found by them some years later...

I had just turned eleven around this time. I was caught sleeping in one of the abandoned homes. I stayed there longer then usual. It was all due to my love of the smell freshly baked goods that was coming from the bakers across the way.

I remembered a sudden feeling of something dark and hostile in the air as a sack fell down upon me. I fought and hissed until I felt a sudden familiar stiffness in my body. I could not move. Fear filled me instantly as my mind became hazy.

I once again found myself in a tiny room. But this one was far different then the one I was in before. This one had bars all over that I could see passed. I was in a cage. The small cage, I was in, was in a larger dark room filled with other cages. A red light on the ceiling was the only light to be had. With that as my only light source, I looked out groggily to see what was in those cages.

It was my first time that I saw monsters.

There were all kinds there. Big, small, animal like, and scary. But all were in cages just like me. And all were just as afraid as I was. No matter how scary they appeared they emanated fear like a constant vibration in the air.

One monster, the closest one to me, looked a lot like a cat's head with large eyes. It shook in its cage whimpering out in fear.

I got close to it as much as I could in my own confined space and meowed at it.

It stopped and looked back at me.

I think for a small moment in time I made my first friend that was not an animal. I made a monster friend.

We did not talk in the normal sense, but in small meows and body language. It was a nice reprieve from the constant fear we both shared with the others in the room.

I was trapped in that place for nearly a week, with no change other then a strange man dressed in black, shaking non stop. He fed and watered us and spoke not a word. But I could always catch a glimpse of an evil mind hidden under that hood.

It was on the last day of the week that I first met the real Priests of Purity.

They came in to the room dressed in white and muttering weird words over and over again. They walked in straight lines and seemed to be as pure as angels. However there were many flaws to that comparison.

They all shook violently as if each one of them suffered from a continuous seizure. Their words were gargled and shaky. And the visual of them coming in shaking and glowing and gargling like that put more fear into me then anything else I could name.

They came up to certain cages and looked in. The monsters cowered before them and they taped a few as if checking the cage locks. However some, like my friend's, were opened and a single word caused the monsters to freeze. Men in dark cloaks came in and dragged the monsters out of their cages and out of the room. My cat head friend was one of them. I never saw them again after the priests left.

To make a long story short I told them a quick version of my time there. I told them the experiments done to me to reveal what kind of monster I was or if I was half of one. The torture they bestowed upon me in the name of curiosity and the abuse that worsened ten fold while I was there.

In that time I learned much from the Priests. I learned that monsters did exist and many were trapped under Mt. Ebott. Learned that It was the Priests job to watch the mountain and find any monsters who escaped their rightful fate all those years ago.

I learned of numerous other barriers that the Priests had put up over the years around the mountain and the city itself. Learned that there were indeed monsters who were still living in the city disguised as humans or other animals. I found out that, once found, the priests paralyzed their souls so they could cart them away into their labs.

Many of the monsters were sacrificed to the barrier to keep it strong. Others were tortured and killed to see what new inventive ways the monsters could gotten rid of. There were to many things that they did to those monsters that could be named.

For me it was a constant hell. One experimentation after another. Half of the time I think it was nothing more then them enjoying my pain. They always laughed.

But it was on one particular night that their laughter ended once and for all.

The experiment they wanted to test was to see what happened if they pumped a human patient full of energy.

Monster energy. Aka, their magic.

I was strapped to the table with bright lights all around me. They had placed their damnable spell back on me so I couldn't even react to anything around me let alone move muscle. I was forced to watch and wait for them to make their move. They attached things to my body. On my head, wrists, legs. They placed injectors all throughout my body and started pumping in weird multicolored liquids. After a while my body started to shake from the odd chemicals they placed inside of me. I could not control the shakes. I was fully conscious, able to see everything they did, but I was unable to move. Unable to shout.

Then they flipped the switch to some weird machine.

PAIN!

Torturous pain!

Electricity rocketed through my body as screams were finally freed into the air. I screamed and screamed as they shocked me over and over. They had done this before but the voltage seemed higher that time. I could not stop the screams.

Then I heard them. Screams that were not my own. Screams vibrated through out my body, mind, and heart. Screams echoed mine in pain and agony.

However the emotions from deep within me turned into something more. Something far more dangerous.

Rage.

Hatred.

Words formed into my mind that I knew I agreed with whole heartedly.

Revenge!

Enormous amounts of power slowly filled me as the torture continued.

Then I felt something. In my pained mind, a mind filled with screams and shouts of revenge, I felt something on my leg.

One of the priests were touching me. His hands where going up my leg and toward my thigh. He was getting off from my pain.

I saw him through the haze of pain and electrical arches pulsing around my body. He wore rubber gloves and his rubber suit protected him from being shocked by the currents stretching from me. His eyes held a nasty form of lust that always filled me with disgust. He leaned down toward my face, wanting to see my pain up close. His tongue licked his lips as his hands traveled higher.

The rage that filled me was purely animalistic and horrifying.

It filled me to the brim.

It filled me with determination!

I opened my eyes.

With a thunderous roar my head rose up. My mouth, seemingly stretched impossibly wide, clamped onto his face. I felt blood filling my mouth as I felt my joints grow and stretch. I heard his screams as my jaws became larger and filled with sharp fangs.

Then darkness.

I admitted to not being able to remember much after I bit the man. Only small moments of bloody bodies and screams.

When I had come to I was already inside of Mt. Ebott and confused on how I got there.

When I finished my tale I breathed out a shaky breath and stared down at my hands. They were gripping the two bony hands hard and I eased off a bit.

I found that I was shaking. Tears slid down my face as unchecked whimpers escaped my tightly pressed lips. The dark memories, that I felt, stormed through me as I tried to push them back.

Arms from either side of me circled my body and held me tightly. I looked up in surprise as both brothers held me in their arms. Papyrus's face streaming with tears as he sniffed quietly. Sans face was scowling fiercely as I felt his harms shake around me. His teeth gritted hard as I felt him try to withhold his sobs. Some of them escaped in small groans.

I held them both to me as tightly as I could and let the tears fall.

The emotions in the room were so turbulent that I looked up to witness the expressions of everyone else in the room.

Mother was crying fiercely into father's chest. Her arms holding him tightly as her body shook with great sobs. Father's face was shadowed but I could see wet trails of tears descending down his bearded cheeks. His great arms holding onto mother tightly.

Undyne held a sobbing Alphys as she pulled an endless supply of tissues from a near by box. Her face covered in tears as she tried to collect her self. Undyne's face was stiff. It was as if she was determined to fight the rage burning inside of her. She had broken the arm of her chair long ago and focused on holding her girlfriend to her. Her sharp teeth girted down hard as she stared blankly straight ahead.

Mettaton was very surprising however. His face was stiff and emotionless as he took in everyone in the room. His expression was one of cold calculation. Finally he spoke out, " Frisk dear?"

I turned to look at him as I was still shaking between the two brothers. I was calming down but one look in his glowing pink eye and I knew what was coming next.

"If you don't mind me being so bold darling, but, how exactly were you able to do everything you said you did? And you mentioned once or twice about opening your eyes? Can you please enlighten us on what that means?"

I had become immediately frozen in my seat. This part is what I had dreaded the most. When I revealed my horrible secret. A secret I tried to hid from everyone.

But I breathed and looked at Mettaton in the eye. It wasn't judgment there, but sharp curiosity.

So I looked at him and slowly lifted my hand to my bangs. Pushing it to the side I revealed my squinted eyes at him.

And I opened my eyes.