Frisk lingered down the street, trying to clear her mind. She had been taking a nap at home when she had another nightmare. She couldn't talk to Sans because he was at the supermarket, Papyrus was at fight training with Undyne, and Toriel was at a PTA meeting. Frisk was resorted to just taking a walk to try to calm herself down. Frisk was looking down at the sidewalk, counting the cracks as she went by. While she was staring at the ground, she failed to notice the group of teenagers nearing her.

"Heeey Frisk." Someone said mockingly, which made her turn around quickly. A group of 4 teenagers, all older than her, and all monster haters, had formed behind her. Frisk shook in fear, she recognized all of them before. They had beat her up before, but there was usually 5 of them. Where was the fifth one? Her question was soon answered when someone grabbed her from behind, making the young girl yelp in surprise. She turned around to see the boy that was missing from the group, and that he had grabbed her arms, restricting her movement. The other four inched closer to Frisk, evil smiles on their faces. Frisk did the only thing she could and tried to kick them when they got near her, but she wasn't strong enough to do any progress. They all just laughed at her and started to punch and kick her, Frisk screaming out for help.

But nobody came.

...

Frisk laid on the ground motionless, her entire body aching terribly. The teenagers had left her there in pain, laughing as they walked away. Frisk stood up slowly, her body screaming at her to stop. She started walking back home, which was only two blocks away. Those two blocks, however, felt like twenty blocks to Frisk, her whole body full of agonizing pain. Frisk was sick of all of the pain she felt, emotional and physical. This event had pushed her over edge, the itching in her wrists getting more and more intense. After the agonizing walk, or trudge, home, Frisk was met with a still empty house, to her relief. The itching in Frisk's wrists were getting even more prominent, wanting to be cut. This caused her to look around desperately for her knife or her razor, the itching becoming too much to handle. She searched virtually every room in the house except...

"...the kitchen." Frisk stated aloud, heading towards the room. Once she entered the kitchen, she practically ransacked every drawer looking for her precious blade that she needed. When she couldn't find it, she just sighed in a defeated manner. Just when she was just about to accept that she couldn't do it, her eyes landed on the knife holder that sat on the counter. As soon as she saw the giant knife sticking out from it, something snapped inside of Frisk. A smile of insanity seemed to appear on her face as she stood up and approached the knife. She snatched it up and went upstairs to the bathroom. Sure, the knife would make bigger cuts, but Frisk didn't care. She needed it, she wanted the pain to go away. When she entered the bathroom, she locked the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Bruises littered her arms and face, dirt covering her tanned skin. Frisk looked at the knife in hand, watching the light shine off it. A knife like this was used to hurt others, now it's time for its revenge. Frisk rolled up the sleeve on her dirtied sweater, the scars of before still evident on her skin. Silent tears fell down her cheeks as she positioned the knife to her wrist.

First cut.

The front door opening can be heard downstairs.

Second cut.

Someone cursed at the sight of the kitchen.

Third cut.

Frantic footsteps are coming up the stairs.

Fourth cut.

Someone was pounding at the door while Frisk's vision was starting to go dark.

"Frisk? Frisk!" Sans' voice can be heard through the door, but to Frisk everything sounded far away. Her arm was covered in blood, the blood loss making her feel light headed. The knife fell out of her hand, clattering on the tile floor. She was about to fall over when two arms caught her before she could.

"Frisk? What did you do?" Sans yelled at her, looking at her arm with fear. Frisk, who wasn't blinded by her pain anymore, realized what she'd done to herself. Fresh tears started to roll down her cheeks as Sans got some bandages from the medicine cabinet. The two of them stayed silent as Sans wrapped Frisk's arm, making it two layers so the blood wouldn't soak through. After he was done, Sans escorted Frisk back to her room. When they entered the room, Sans closed the door behind them.

"Frisk, sit down please." Sans said, losing his usual laid back tone. Frisk, who was still very much upset, sat down on her bed, not looking at Sans.

"I told you not to do that anymore, kiddo." Sans said sternly, looking at Frisk. Frisk continued to look at the floor, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Sans walked up to Frisk and put his hand under her chin, making her look at him.

"What happened?" Sans asked her, tears started rolling down Frisk's cheeks again.

"A group of people started beating me up for no reason. Everyone hates me." Frisk looked down and cried more. Sans hated seeing Frisk like this, completely broken down. Sans did the only thing he could do, which was to hug the crying girl. Frisk hugged him back tightly, not seeming to want to let go.

"I'm sorry...I didn't know what I was doing." Frisk buried her face into Sans' hoodie. "I-I just want the pain to go away so bad." Sans couldn't help but let a few tears loose as the sight unfolded in front of him.

"I know kiddo, I know. Everything's going to get better." Sans looked down at her and smiled.

"I promise."

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