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SCARRED FOR LIFE
Franley was about to shut the door when a monster pulled him inside by the front of his shirt.
"Ooh! A human fell down! I remember when our Queen, Frisk, first fell down. If it wasn't for her stupid determination power and the constant protection she was given, many of us would have had our way with her. You look so much like her, but with white and brown hair, baby blue eyes, and the fact you're a boy. But, that last part doesn't matter," seductively said a half naked monster.
The constant flash of the lights made it hard for Franley to see. The music was loud, but he could hear everything this monster said crystal clear. His eyes widened in horror and he backed up.
"I-I don't want any trouble. I shouldn't have opened the door. If you'll excuse me," Franley said, his voice firm.
A pair of fuzzy hands grabbed him and pulled him close into the monster's breasts. He looked up in horror and she licked her fangs.
"Don't you wanna have some fun?" purred the monster.
"Lady, I'm just a kid! Let me go! I am your Prince!" demanded Franley.
The monster howled with gleeful laughter.
"No wonder you look so much like her! You're her son! Oh, this is even better! Bertrum! Block the door! We're gonna have some fun with our Princey Prince," said the monster.
A big, burly monster who looked like some kind of bouncer, nodded and side stepped in front of the door. Franley's mind was racing too fast to be able to concentrate on using his magic. For some time, the monsters in that club had their way with him. Hours later, he woke up. He found himself naked and covered in something. It smelled terrible and made him vomit all over the place. He looked at the door. Bertrum wasn't blocking it anymore. He grabbed a table cloth and wrapped it around himself like a robe. He took a couple steps and tripped over something. When he fell down, he saw his pants. He quickly grabbed them, got back up, and made a sprint towards the door. Bertrum quickly got in front of him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Franley's determination to escape spiked so high, that his fists had a purple aura around them, and he decked Bertrum in the face, causing the big monster to have only 1 HP left, and he fell over. He was completely knocked out. Feeling bad, he took out his nice cream and threw it on the monster for when he woke up. He opened the door and fell out onto the snow.
"I have my things? Good. I still have my things."
He looked at his hands. They still had some of the purple aura around them, but it was dying out. He was shaking. Not just from the cold either. He held himself tightly as he sat in the snow, not caring about it being cold. Tears pricked at his eyes, and he cried like a baby. Like a baby who woke up from a bad nightmare, and cried for its mother or father to come and comfort it. He wished he had his mother to hold him. He wished he had some family to soothe his pain. Chara appeared.
"Franley, I'm here now. What's wrong?" asked Chara.
Franley looked up. His whole face was red and wet, and Chara could see the same pain that Frisk felt long ago Franley shakily pointed at the club which he just came out from.
"Why don't you rewind to before this all happens? At least then, you won't have all this gunk on you," suggested Chara.
"It doesn't matter. The scars will still be there. I have my things right here anyway. I'll just go back to the Inn, ask to take a shower, and change back into my pants. Maybe the bunny who owns the shop will have an extra shirt or something," monotonously said Franley.
Chara frowned.
"Please. Whatever happens. Stay determined," pleaded Chara.
"As long as my father remains dead, I will always stay determined to learn what I can and bring him back. Maybe after I take a shower, I should give up on this journey, kill myself, and go home with my dad," said Franley.
Chara felt like that would be the best choice to make, but at the same time, he wanted Franley to know everything. So he stayed quiet.
"Thanks, Chara. I'm sorry to have disturbed your sleep. You can go now. I'd rather be alone for a while anyway."
Chara slowly nodded and faded away. Franley gripped his pants. They felt a little lighter.
"Did I miscount? I did! My knife is missing! Dare I go back in there just for my suicide weapon?"
He stared a while at the building, contemplating his choices.
"It's not worth it. If I found one weapon down here, there's gotta be another one later down the journey. If I have to, I'll pay one of the monsters to kill me just so I can load," Franley decided.
He shakily got up, his loins and thighs aching. Gritting his teeth to bear the pain, he trudged back to the Inn. When he got there, he collapsed from the pain he endured. The bunny running the Inn shot up from her seat and ran over to him.
"Human? Human, stay with me! What do you need?" she asked.
"I...pain...need...food...shower...shirt," he spoke between ragged breaths.
She nodded firmly, went to the back room, and came back with a cinnamon bun, and put it in his mouth. He ate it, and felt the pain going away. He was able to stand up again. She led him to the back, and pointed to where her bathroom is.
"The towels are in the linen closet. I hope you don't mind the soap smelling like cinnamon. As for a shirt, all I have that isn't as girly as the rest of my clothes is a t shirt with a golden flower on it," said the bunny.
She didn't touch him. Not because of the way he looked and smelled, but because she knew why he smelled like that, and knew that if she tried to show him any physical comfort, it would scare him away from her trying to help him.
"Thank you for your help," said Franley.
"You're welcome. Please know...that what happened wasn't at all your fault. The same thing happened to Frisk a lot. I don't know if you know her, but when she became a teenager down here, monsters everywhere took advantage of her all the time," sadly said the bunny.
"She's my mom," answered Franley, his head lowered.
The bunny lady was shocked at first, then nodded.
"Then, on behalf of all the monsters, I sincerely apologize for what happened to you, my Prince," said the woman.
When Franley just nodded and she could see his frown quivering, she quietly left. When he heard the door click, he locked it, went to the bathroom, and locked himself in there. He took off the cloth he had wrapped around himself, and looked in the mirror. Not only was there something smelly all over him, he had bite marks on him, and scratches that littered his front and back. Some of them looked like they were going to form as scars.
Back on the surface...
Candy disrobed in front of the bathroom mirror to get ready for her bath before bed. She stared at her scars from her dad's belt again. This time, she didn't feel angry or sad or depressed. This time, she feels absolutely nothing.
Back underground...
He ran the water, and made it as hot as he could stand it. He didn't want to take a bath just yet. He wanted to first wash off whatever it was that was all over him. As he stepped into the running water, he closed his eyes. He felt as if the water was washing away all of his problems.
"Why don't I just rewind? Maybe, subconsciously, I know to keep these scars. Both mental and physical, as a future reminder to not be so reckless with hasty decisions," thought Franley.
He poured the cinnamon scented soap onto a floofa, lathered it up, and spread it all over his front side. It stung a little bit because of the claw marks that were left on him. He then grabbed a back brush, poured soap on it, and scrubbed his back. Because the bristles are so rough, it hurt him more to use to brush on his back which was also littered with claw marks. He grit his teeth as he scrubbed. The more he scrubbed, the more his mind played flashbacks. When he brought the brush in front of him to rinse it off, it was a little red, indicating he had opened up the wounds that the cinnamon bun had closed up. He rinsed off the brush, and the rinsed off his back, gasping from the pain. When he was done rinsing his back, he nearly fell over from dizziness. When he caught his balance, he tried so hard to remember what the monsters who took advantage of him looked like. But it was so dark except for the flashing lights, that all he can remember seeing were silhouettes. Scary, nightmare fuel silhouettes. He shuddered just remembering the sick smile on the monsters.
"My mother went through that a lot? How is she so happy now? I feel like my whole life is ruined because of that. She doesn't act like someone who was...She really is amazing," said Franley.
He remembered something Core Frisk told him.
"Whatever you learn about your parents, keep in mind they have changed for the better and they love you."
"Something down here will apparently alter how I view my parents. If I can survive what just happened, then I need to stay determined and see this through. Otherwise, it will feel like I went through hell for nothing. No results will mean I have failed. I know now, I will feel a lot better once I accomplish my goal," Franley decided.
He turned off the shower once he was done scrubbing his hair and rinsing it. He then clogged the drain and made a bath with bubbles. Before he got in, he noticed his back was dripping blood on her linoleum floor. He took out the Butts Pie, tore off a small piece, put the rest of it back in his pocket, ate it, and felt his skin sowing itself together. Once he felt the last piece of his skin sow together, he got in the bath, and allowed sleep to overtake him. Going through that whole thing left him exhausted. He had a dream. A nightmare really. He saw a sixteen year old version of his mother, dancing at a club, getting paid only 200 gold, unlike the other dancers who were making much more than that.
"Mom? Why is she dancing? How am I able to tell that's her even though she's wearing a disguise? Oh well. Logic flies out the window I guess," said Franley.
In the distance, he could hear glass shattering and Undyne freaking out.
When he saw Frisk's shift had ended, she walked to the back where an office was.
"Alright, Mettaton NEO. Let's make this quick. I gotta get back home," said Frisk.
In his horror, he watched a tall, handsome robot make out with his young mother.
"Was she cheating on dad?"
When they broke the kiss, Frisk scowled at him as she wiped her mouth.
"You're lucky I need this money to help Sans pay the bills at hour house," spat Frisk.
"Oh ho ho! Yes, lucky me indeed. See you tomorrow, doll," winked Mettaton NEO.
The scene switched, and he saw his mother climb a ladder up to her old bedroom window. When she got in, she took off her costume, threw it in her closet behind her other clothes, and without putting on a nightgown, flopped on her bed without covering.
"Well this is weird to see," said Franley.
Seconds later, an...older? Sans opened the door to her room, and internally freaked out as he quickly shut her door. Franley chuckled at his dad's response.
"Guess he wasn't expecting that. Which is funny because they made me," laughed Franley.
He saw his older dad rub his skull in an attempt to snap out of it, and he went back to his old room to get ready for work. Franley woke up.
"Whoa. Now, are these real events that actually happened? That can't be since my dad appeared much older than mom in that dream. They're only a few years apart," wondered Franley.
He shook it off. He noticed the water in the tub was luke warm now. He drained the tub, stepped out, put his pants on, and put the t shirt on. He looked in the mirror.
"I don't feel any better, but I definitely look a lot better. That's a step forward I guess," Franley muttered to himself.
He stepped out of the bathroom with the table cloth pinched between his fingers as he dragged it with him.
"I wish I could get rid of this thing with a shortcut," wished Franley.
Nothing happened, but he had wished his determination would have helped him make one. He unlocked the door and stepped out.
"Oh! Do you feel better? You were in there so long. I could have unlocked the door to check up on you, but I figured you probably wanted your space, so I resisted the urge," said the bunny.
"Oh, uh, I don't feel better, but I know I am clean now. Thank you for all you've done for me, and thank you for giving me space," thanked Franley.
She nodded and extended a hand.
"What? Payment?" asked Franley.
She giggled.
"No, silly. The cloth. I'll take care of that for you."
He looked at it and then back at her. He smiled a bit and handed her the cloth. She dragged out an interdimensional trash can and threw it in there.
"There! Now, it will aimlessly float through space forever," said the bunny.
She put the lid back over it.
He thanked her again as she handed him a coat and gloves, they waved each other goodbye, and he set out. This time, he couldn't even look at the building as he passed it. When he was away from it, he looked up and saw the house he saw in his dream.
"So it was real? Then how was my dad much older than her in the dream? What happened? And who was the sick robot?" he asked himself.
He walked towards the house. This time, before just opening doors, he peered through the windows. It was pitch black in there. He opened the door and walked in.
"It's pretty dark in here."
He felt along the wall for a light switch, and when he found it, he turned on the lights. There was a rock on a table with sprinkles. The kitchen had the usual things in it, minus extras. Other than that, the house looked empty.
"Huh. So this is where my mom and dad lived. It's pretty nice. And it's warm in here," said Franley.
He took off his coat and gloves, sat them down on the table, and walked upstairs. He knocked on the door that used to belong to his mom. He heard no response, so he went in. The room wasn't empty. There was still her bed that he saw from his dream and there was a diary on top of it. It had a lock.
"Where's the key?"
He looked under her old pillow, looked in the pillow case. He looked everywhere until he found it under the bed's mattress. He unlocked the diary and read it. When he finished reading it, he closed it and sat it back down.
"So, mom was dancing for that robot to be able to help dad pay for the bills to this place until Mettaton EX found out and her and Sans put a stop to it. Then, mom got offered a job by Mettaton EX, and she and dad moved back here to live. But based on the things she wrote in here, she also allowed herself to be tortured and...for forty days by Fuku's dad, Grillby, just to find a way to save Naomi. It's no wonder I sometimes see Naomi looking at my mom with such adoration in her eyes," said Franley.
He looked at it again, and noticed it said "1".
"Does she have another diary?"
He looked everywhere in the room and closet, but he didn't find the second one. He left the room and went to go look in his dad's old room. There was a diary, this time unlocked, leaned up against the wall. He went to go read it, but only a couple pages were filled in.
"Dad's age was reversed with a device that Alphys created? Huh. That's really weird," said Franley.
He re read the part that said how Frisk was afraid to load anymore because of side effects.
"So loading when you're a teenager can have side effects. That's good to know. It's also good that I'm not a teenager yet. Though with how much time passes on the surface versus here, I might turn thirteen sooner than expected. I gotta keep a move on," said Franley.
He closed the barely used diary, sat it down, and left the house.
