DISCLAIMER: This story is very graphic in its description of events; More than that, this story is DARK. It will be handling grim topics like suicide, mental health, trauma, rape, murder, etc. If you are not comfortable with any of these themes, I urge you to find a fic that is more positive in tone.
Read at your own comfort. This is your only warning.
CHAPTER I - Rebirth
FRISK
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(Queue 'Forest Sounds | Woodland Ambience')
(Queue 'Thunder and Rain Sounds')
(Queue 'Blackwater' by Lucas King)
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I woke up, with my face in the dirt.
My body was shaking, violently; It felt as if something, some dirty, horrible energy had just left my SOUL.
Thunk.
I could hardly feel myself hitting the ground, my thoughts were such a mess-
Flashes of past memories flew by, in some vain attempt to haunt me-
And then, it stopped. I couldn't move at all. I was so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open.
Turn, turn, turn over…
I let out a small grunt as I managed to force myself to lie on my back- but it wasn't much better.
Rain came in a downpour, drowning me in a flood of water. I coughed and gagged, giving me enough energy to sit upright.
I was lying on the ground, surrounded by white flowers; a heavy fog had set into the open field, and it was nighttime. I could hardly see anything, except for the bright moon floating in the night sky.
I reached for my knife instinctively- And found nothing beside me.
Inconvenient, but I didn't feel an urge to find a weapon; So instead, I glanced around.
An open field, a hill overlooking a landscape of greenery- Trees billowing in the strong wind, and in the distance I could see-
A… small town.
Suddenly...I'd noticed...I looked up.
There was...
It… That… that was… the… the…
The… cave ceiling? No-
It was the sky.
Thunk.
I'd suddenly found myself unable to move- again.
sudden exhaustion had overcome me,
and I began shaking violently.
My body crumpled from under me;
Waves of exhaustion washed over my every nerve.
It would have been torture, but was I used to this kind of pain by now.
The violent spasms shooting through my body sent volts of determination through me,
and I began crawling my way towards the shelter of a nearby tree.
I could feel the rain had completely soaked my clothing-
The chilling winds shook me to my bones. Perhaps, I had died and gone to Hell. No…
I was already in Hell.
I coughed so hard my throat was bleeding, droplets spilling from my mouth.
Kill
I stared at the crimson substance in my hands with little interest; KillI'd seen it too many times to care at this point.
Wiping my mouth, I lifted my head for a second, trying to geKillt a hold of myself.
I noticed… something lying… in a bed of red flowers a coKilluple feet away.
Not a monster…
But…
A human… girl…
For whatever reason, aggression broiled in my stomach; I vomited on the ground again, blood mixed with bile. I felt like I was dying…
Kill
I felt myself from the ground, my hands twitching; I felt possessed.
KILL HER
I suddenly and abruptly found myself beating, kicking the girl lying in the bed of flowers, with such hatred that it made me nauseous.
With the first kick, its eyes shot open- brown eyes, like mine- As our eyes met, it let out a horrible howl- As if it were about to die.
I pulled myself away, almost in shock; It sounded…
I was pulled back to my bloodlust by the sound of it groaning in pain; it filled me with sinister energy.
The DETERMINATION to win.
Looking down at the this thing,
Seeing it squirm in pain,
I felt a familiar anger broil once more in my stomach;
Something was telling me to kill it.
Gritting my teeth, I got up from the ground, stumbling over to it.
I could see the sheer fear in its eyes as I mounted it, then wrapped my hands around its throat.
I began to squeeze, and squeeze, and SQUEEZE;
Seeing the look of panic in its eyes filled me with DETERMINATION.
I squeezed, harder, harder, harder…I could see the life draining from its eyes,
as it kicked at the air violently, its hands (hands?) trying to pull mine off. But I was stronger; I was more powerful. I-
I WAS A GOD.
KILL.
My vision blurred.
I felt myself squeezing, tightening my grip.
I could see its eyes, those big brown eyes
She (she?) wanted to scream,
to call for help.
No one would hear her.
I looked into her eyes,
Squeezing, squeezing, tighter, tighter, tiiiiighter... it felt natural. It felt real. It felt-
"Ghhkkk-do….ghgghkkk….it."
I stopped. I looked down at her,
only to see a big, creepy smile flattened across her face,
her red eyes glaring at me murderously.
"Finish...the...job."
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No….
No…
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This… this… wasn't… right…
- You are now your own person, Frisk -
(Queue 'Here There Be Soft Rains' by Lucas King)
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I don't want to kill anymore. I'm...so...tired...of killing.
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My grip around her neck loosened; she gasped for air-
I got off her, stumbling exhaustedly back towards the tree.
No more. No more of any of this.
I collapsed against the side of the tree, the last of my physical energy gone.
I want to be alive.
Lying at the base of the tree, I looked up at the sky, through the branches,
And for the first time
In what felt like years
I opened my mouth;
And I screamed.
"I WANT TO BE ALIVE!"
"I WANT TO BE ALIVE!"
"I WANT TO BE ALIVE!"
Over, and over, and over.
I screamed until I could hardly breathe, until my coughing fits drew blood from my throat.
The rain pelted my skin, and I felt it for the first time, after what felt like an eternity of psychotic numbness.
Finally.
Finally.
Finally.
Finally..
Finally…
(Queue 'Just Sit Here' by Lucas King)
I huddled up next to the tree, shaking from the cold. I didn't bother to help that girl- I had just tried to kill her. She was still on the ground, convulsing and groaning and crying.
I thought about what she'd said-
Finish...the...job.
She must have known something I didn't. Something about me. Was she…
Eventually, she propped herself up on one elbow, keeping her wary eyes on me the whole time.
She coughed a bit more, and I noticed she was shaking from the cold, as well.
Although I didn't want to help her,
I raised one hand meekly, offering a spot at the tree.
For a moment, she hesitated; But as a strong wind shook us both to the bone, she quickly scampered over to the tree, stumbling several times and groaning from the pain I'd inflicted on her.
She placed herself a few feet away from me, almost on the opposite side of the tree.
Her eyes darted from me to her surroundings; Thinking, planning.
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Her eyes were suddenly on me; Staring resentfully.
"Y-You are an i-idiot f-for l-letting m-me l-live." She mumbled angrily. I bared my fangs at her.
"Maybe I should reconsider-" I threatened her, immediately coughing afterwards- It had been so long since I'd spoken, and my vocal cords were so dry and cracked I couldn't recognize my own voice.
She smirked as I coughed; I glared at her, and she averted her gaze.
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"...I'm Angeline."
I heard her mumble just as I glanced at her, meeting eyes with her; She averted her eyes once again, glaring at the ground. And yet, for some reason, I could see past this facade; She was putting on an act. This pissed me off greatly.
"Don't bullshit me."
I could see it; The shift in her behavior, the temporary fault in her acting. She realized she'd been caught in her lie.
"Huh?!"
I felt great anger stir in my chest, and she seemed to sense it, as well.
"I said don't bullshit me." I rasped; she receded against the trunk of the tree in fear, but by this point I found it futile to continue interrogating her. I looked away, towards the trees.
Crawling back to my spot in agony, I fell against the bark with pained relief, falling asleep, into bliss…
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"Frisk!"
I was startled by the loud voice- I think I had gotten lost in my thoughts. I looked at Chara, who was chewing her bottom lip as she peered at me; Though her eyes would refuse to meet mine. I felt a surge
I wanted to respond, to ask how she knew my name, but my throat was so damaged I could hardly utter a syllable without breaking into a coughing fit.
However, I wanted to know her name.
"...N…" I tried to say, but began coughing lightly. I tried speaking the rest of the word. "N...ame…"
She seemed as if she wanted to lie again, but changed her mind at the last second. She looked me in the eyes, and spoke.
"I… am Chara."