(Frisk's frustration is laid bare for you in this chapter friends. But remember...this is still, only the beginning.)

(Characters belong to Toby Fox. Story by me)

Chapter 2

My life in a nutshell

(Warning perverted thoughts ahead)

My head is still pounding as I enter the small grocery store. The smells of spices hit me first, along with fruit and herbs. I inhale them for a moment, enjoying their aroma before opening my eyes to the place I've worked in for only a handful of months.

Overall the store itself was a quaint little place. Nothing to really sniff at, it was no bigger than your average drug store, only we sell food and produce here. The floor was tanned with age and cracked horribly. The walls were blinding white and were just painted over cement bricks. The shelving was either rickety old wood or stained metal. It was hard to keep it clean when it looked dirty even after cleaning it. But in the overall, the place wasn't too bad...if you can get over the people working there as well.

As I passed the only register in the building, I felt the mind of the person standing behind it. It felt sticky, nasty, and unclean. And it was watching me intently as I moved. That is where the creepy young man with the beady eyes worked. His mind was always filled with nasty thoughts, ranging from perverted to just plain disgusting.

At the age of 16, you would think that someone that young wouldn't...well what do I know. I rather I didn't actually. It was hard enough to try to ignore him as he stared at me while I quickly made my way to the back of the store. His gaze cooled my hormones as it always did.

I'm am glad of it.

I could not imagin...just no...no...no...nonononononono...

Bleeerggu...no.

No.

No.

As I entered the black door leading to the back room, I was greeted with the foul stank of the unclean bins, unwashed floors, rotting food, and...

"Your late monster girl."

My manager.

Turning I gaze at her with blank eyes as she sits in the shadows. Her lit joint firmly between her fingers as her red brimmed eyes glared at me over the flaming tip.

I take a deep breath, which didn't help that it wreaked of ass, but I tried, and said firmly, "As I said over the phone. I had made an appointment for today, which I put down in the report for this week, and wasn't expecting to be..." I tried to explain.

But why did I even bother?

As I feared, she violently shook her head and laughed over my words as she interrupted with, " And didn't I already tell your ass I didn't care!? Marisa is pregnant and called out again. I have no one else to cover for her other than your freak ass. So get your shit on and get out there and work!" She ended it with getting up and marching into her office. With a jarring squeal, she slammed the door closed with finality.

I glared at the den where the witch spent the majority of her days and hoped she would stay there for the remainder of the evening as I turned and got ready for my unscheduled shift.

As I packed my belongings in the only clean and working locker, I thought about what happened earlier at the monster's clinic. The brothers I had met today were both charming In their own ways. Papyrus was cute and charming with an innocent vibe to him. Almost pure in a way. His eyes...well you know what I mean, were so gentle. He seemed the type to hold you and tell you everything was alright.

I wondered what it would be like to be held by him. What would he say?

A blush crossed my face and I shook my head before I thought of the other brother. My new therapist.

Sans, he looked like a bum. A skellybum. He didn't seem to take things very seriously from his overly laid back appearance..but...

I found myself standing still, my hands frozen in mid-motion behind my back as I was trying to tie my apron around my waist.

Something about him really intrigued me. Something that...made me wish to hear his voice more. That deep voice that seemed to have an odd accent to it. Even when I close my eyes I could not truly place it but... I found myself seeing where those teeth of his could be placed instead.

Instantly I found myself wet from hunger. My nipples tightening, my breath harsh as the image sharpened in my minds eyes. I saw him leaning over me on that massage table, his teeth nibbling me as bony hands slowly trail down my body. A fierce bite, as his teeth, sinks into my flesh and I arch up into the sweet pain as he marked me as his own. His rich deep moan of approval as his glowing eyes stare back into mine. Those fingers drifting even lower cupping my ass as he lifts me just right for his invasion...his eyes burning...sooo...hot!

I gasp out as at the imaginary feeling until a cold sensation raced up my spine.

Harsh breathing enters my ears and I open my eyes to find myself staring halfway between the ceiling and the tops of the lockers. My body in mid arch and hungry.

But I wasn't alone.

"Looking mighty fine there monster girl." Said the scratchy young voice.

The stank breath of the youth made me gag a bit as I jerked away from him and turned to face him. Though lanky he was taller than me and probably stronger. His appearance was dirty and unkept. Just like the backroom, we stood in.

"Jarry, How many times have I told you not to do that. It's unsettling." I said to him in a firm tone as I reach around and finish locking up my locker.

His presence grew closer as he neared and said, " Ahh don't be that way miss monster lady. I just wanna..." I heard him...mentally. His intentions, his actions, loud as if he were screaming them in my face.

Ewwww...the smell of his breath, if he actually, did that.

Shudder.

I easily sidestepped him and turned to him in one fluid motion. I gazed at him with glaring eyes as I said firmly. "And you know what I have told you, Jarry. Leave off." A snarl etched over my voice as I revealed slightly sharpened teeth.

However, I didn't know if he was stupid or unimpressed with my threat, He just smiled with his blackened teeth and said, "Ohhh I don't know about that Ms. monster lady. I kinda wanna know what happens if I try harder."

His words shot fear into my heart. I knew what he wanted, and I was sure as hell not giving it to him.

In disgust, I pivot and make my way to the door to the stores main interior. Desperate to separate myself from the fith that was the young man and the room itself.

His chuckle followed me.

…...

…...

I left the store eight hours later with a pulsing headache and rage burning in my heart. Eight hours! Eight fucking hours of nothing more than cleaning, reshelving, and restocking. The stores so small that it should not have taken any more than five, no four hours, at most to do all of that work. But the filth of the day's customers, horrid management of items, and a gallon of other shit was just ridiculous. It didn't help that we only had five people working there and most of them weren't even there half the time. I found myself doing most of the work while two of the other people were constantly absent, my boss stayed in her fucking office, and that fucking idiot boy stays behind the register staring at me with those beady eyes.

When I was supposed to leave after my five-hour shift the manager had popped her head out and demanded I stay longer to work on restocking because the boy who was supposed to be doing it called out. So there I was stuck at my job restocking hundreds of items by myself. Just myself. I had to unload them from the truck that smelled of mold, unpack and reshelve them all, and then throw all the boxes away. The entire time the driver stayed in his cab reading the paper and the boy...to tell the truth, I was glad for his lack of help. By the time I was done it was close to three in the morning!

And in typical bitch form, my manager didn't thank me or anything of the sort...noooo..she just glares at me and tells me to get my ass out and not come in again until I'm scheduled. She fucking...no no no no no...Just relax!

Relax...

rellllaaaxxx...

I tried to breathe as I paused in the middle of the sidewalk. My body shaking with anger as I held onto the small shred of reality and...common sense, that I could muster.

Finally, with a heavy breath, I calmed myself to the point of dizziness. After a moment I was composed enough to keep walking. It wasn't a good idea to stay here for long. It was still dark out and it was dangerous to stand too long in one place.

Keeping my pace quick and fluid, I concentrated on taking it a step at a time. One leg in front of the other. The darkness in the city was almost absolute other than the street lights that illuminated the road. The street always seemed so desolate at this time of day. Almost ghostlike. Unnerving.

I stayed close to the lights until I saw my destination. Racing to it I emerged under the light of a singular lamp that beamed down at a lone bus stop. Breathing a sigh of relief I stood still and concentrated on the world around me. It was best that I did or...if I wasn't careful...

A sudden sound behind me. Stiffening I concentrated on it. Ahhh...nothing but a cat in the garbage...

I relax only slightly until I felt the confusing stuffiness of a familiar mind. My stomach knots as the person stumbles toward me. Then the sound of harsh breathing followed by incoherent mumbling, a man comes into light. I could tell when his glazed eyes find me. It always felt like a predator finally spotting its prey. I keep my eyes toward the ground, knowing that he looked directly at me. It was the same thing every night.

I hated it.

I...hated..it.

A wheezing laugh escaped his cracked lips as he suddenly stumbled my way. I readied myself as he neared enough to touch me. Dodging to the right away from his sudden touch I leaped to the other side of the light post. He giggles harder as he begins to chase me around. I stay within the spotlight, Never standing too long out of the light least the bus driver doesn't see me. He would keep on driving if he doesn't see me.

He did it once before.

The crazed man giggles again and leaps to grab my back. Turning from him I give him cold eyes. He Laughs out at me and still continues to chase me around. If I were anyone else, they would be out of their mind in fear and run into some dark alley where this freak would do...things to them. However, my ability to read his movements and intentions saves me from that particular fate.

It did every night for the last few months now. It made me wonder when would my fate be sealed by this man or another who intended to hurt me. When would...I just give up? Would I?

I hoped not.

The flash of the bus lights in my peripheral vision catches my attention for a moment and I turn to get my card out and get ready to board.

"MAhahaadm baba laullala!" Came a cry from behind me before the man launches himself at me. I dodge one last time before the bus pulls to a stop beside the curb. Quickly jumping on I pass my card through the reader and make my way to the back fo the bus.

"Gaga lulla! Boooobbooonananaa!" The man's odd screams follow me but that was all. The bus driver promptly kicked the man out of the bus as he struggled to board it and continued kicking his head until he finally fell out with a groan.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell ya not to board my bus without fucking money! Stupid fucking druggy!" the bus driver grumbled as he kicks the man back out into the sidewalk.

He sits down on his seat and closes the door with a groaning finality. The bus begins to move and I hold my breath as the last of the man I could see was him lying cold on the cement under the street light.

Breathing again I lean back against the seats and take in the silence. It was always empty on the bus in the middle of the night. No one aboard but me and the driver. And the driver wasn't one for idle chit chat. I read it on him when I first meet him. He hated his job but he got good money for doing it for as long as he did. The driver wasn't one to make friends or pals with the people who rode his bus. He was just the means to which we depended on to get from point A to point B. And that's how he liked it.

And that was fine with me.

I sneered into the night as the lights of the street lamps zipped on by. The sudden image of Sans face flashed in my minds eyes and I found myself thinking about him again. I don't know why I did, but at that moment I wanted to think about anything other then what had happened. I wanted to think about something that made me feel good. And so far he did it for me. My mind went back to how he sat in his chair, held his pen, and how he talked.

I wanted to know more about him...

'Frisk.'

I heard him in my mind. I wondered what it would be like if he wore nice clothes. If he wore a bathrobe...maybe even nothing.

He would be just a skeleton.

But the sudden image of a naked Sans filled my body with heat and I smiled at the sensation.

Suddenly I am jerked awake and notice I was getting closer to my stop. I leap up and jerk the cord down to signal the driver and held on tightly to the seat in front of me.

The bus suddenly braked and I was jarred hard against the seat in front of me. The doors flys open and I run to the first one I could reach and jump off.

"Fucking monster humper!" The bus driver screamed at me before taking off again.

Sighing I brushed myself off and continue on.

I only had so far left to go before reaching my home.

Just a little further.

Feet approaching, along with vial intentions.

I froze for only a second before I started running. Many feet thumped behind me. Heavy breathing, sick minds, twisted, hunting.

"Monster GIRL! Common Monster girl! Let's play!" A man's voice taunted.

"MONSter! Mooonsstterrr! Monnnnstttterrr!" Another man jered.

"Common girlly! Let's have some fun!" Came a high pitched youthful voice.

My blood sang harshly in my veins as I raced through the night. My legs kicking as I fought to stay calm enough to listen to their thoughts and act against them. Turning suddenly I leap up a tall fence and fell to the other side. Disappearing into the high brush. I fell to my knees and laid still as they followed, barely missing me and continuing on down through the dark alleyway.

My heart pounded noisily in my chest, and for a few moments, I feared they could hear me. But soon the air was still, quiet and free of their energy.

Closing my eyes I allow myself to drift away from my body and feel the world around me. The area was clear.

Opening my eyes again I gingerly get up and jump back over the railing once more. I begin to walk calmly across the street and back down the road to where my apartment laid.

As I walked I seemed to become mentally fuzzy with the world around me until I noticed I was standing before the broken down apartment building that was my home. Staring up at it I felt cold. Inside laid my bare apartment, with a single flatbed and dank atmosphere. And worse off the old man's lights where on beside my window. Which meant the moment I set foot into my rooms he would be pounding away at my walls, cursing and cussing me one way then the next.

As I stood there I felt something hot run down my cheek and I reached up to touch it. A single tear glittered on the end of my finger like a small precious diamond before dropping down to the cold cement bellow. At the sight of it hitting the ground more followed in its wake. I sniffed and shivered and held onto myself. I had to keep it togeather.

Looking up to see the long dark walkway, I knew I still had a long way to go. Shaking myself I reached into my bag and took out the plastic object that I always carried with me when it things became too much. The bony plastic rattled in the night air as Mr. Giggiy shook under my grasp as I pulled him out and brought him to me. Holding him tightly I cuddled him and fought back the tears as they continued to slide down my face.

I had kind of lied to Dr. Sans about Mr. Giggilies presence in my life. He was always with me. I could not leave him at home. I could not think it. He was with me, always, a constant little light in my dark days.

I dared not turn him on while I was out here. Others would hear me and...I had to...to

"Hey there? Are you okay?"

Freezing I hold onto Mr. Giggily tightly for a moment before quickly shoving him into my large tote bag and turning to see...a monster.

A tall female monster with red hair, blue skin, sharp teeth, and an eyepatch. A monster I knew all too well.

"Ahaha! Hi, Undyne! Didn't think to see you here." I said with a cheerful smile. As I stood straight before her.

Undyne was one of my Fathers dearest friends. When I was still living with my parents, she had always came over on Sundays to have tea with us and talked about her work at the factory. Her wife, Alphys, worked at a drug store, cleaning the equipment, and came with her from time to time. Undyne was an awesome monster who was once a powerful warrior. But like many of the monsters, she was unable to get work from anything other than the most low down jobs. But she kept a toothy smile on her face as she worked and commuted with us on those Sunday mornings. Her spirits always seemed so bright and strong. Always thinking of the positive.

Sometimes I wish...I could have her strength.

Undyne looked at me with a sharp eye before her face became one of concern. "Hey Kid, what's the deal? Are ya...feeling..."

I startled and wipe my face and the offending tears away and told her smartly, "Na. na. I'm good Undyne it's...fine...I'm good." My lips quivered but I turned so she won't see them.

But I could not fool her.

With a harsh sigh, she shakes her head at me and walks up behind me and gently touches the top of my head.

"Wanna talk about it shrimp." Her voice held concern and It almost broke me. I shivered under her hand and a whimper escape.

With another sigh, she pulls me into her strong arms and gently, if not kinda ruffly, jerked me in the opposite direction of my home.

"I think ya need to come with me kid."

I didn't fight her...I couldn't, and at that moment, why would I.

I could not remember how much time passed or the roads we took before I found myself outside of the monster section of the city. I shook my head and blinked in surprise as I looked up at the gate into the monsters haven. What...how?

"You seem to be in a daze pal. Don't worry I know someone who could look into it for ya. Common."

"Who?"

Instead of answering she continues to pull me forward. I follow close behind her as I take in the monster's one and only haven in the entire city.

The haven was called New New New home. It was a broken down section of the city that was designated to be decimated. But when the monsters came they dropped it off on them. They took it and made it into a paradise. Working togeather the monsters repaired, cleaned, and made it a sweet little place to live. All the monsters who roamed the city lived here. They were required to. Me on the other hand, being human, was told I could not live there after I had reached a certain age and was forced to move out. Not by my parents mind you but...by the city officials. They did not want it known that a human lived with monsters so carefree.

That was my sweet sixteen...

"We're here sport," Undyne said.

I jerked from my stupor and looked up at the ivy-covered, ancient building. It was where my parents lived. Stumbling back I struggled to turn and leave and not race into the building. I had fought for months not to worry my parents. I wanted them to think everything was fine...to...to not worry about me. They had enough to worry...

A sweet voice called out behind me.

"Undyne? I didn't think you would be coming today. What can I do...Frisk?!"

Time seemed to slow as I turned and saw the lovely vision of my mother. She stood in the street lamps light like a horned angel. Her face in soft surprise and shock. It was as if I didn't see her just a day ago. It was as if I never came down to meet her every weekend.

My feet moved before I could stop them and I found myself racing toward her, my arms spread wide. She caught me and held me closely as my tears fell from my eyes. I screamed into her bosom as the last few months of frustration that I had hidden from her, poured from me all at once. Her arms tightened around me as she held me tightly to her. Her bell-like heart beat tinging into my ears as I wept out my frustrations.

As she held me a larger paw settled over my head and soon a larger body held me from behind as my father held us both in his mighty arms. His strength something I cherished as I whimpered between them and my tears finally stilled. Sniffing I look up and see my parents minivan, and out from it stepped two individuals that I did not expect to see.

"Well, it seems we're going to need to make that appointment sooner rather then later...right Miss. Dreemurr?" Sans said as he popped out of the back of the vehicle, loaded down with groceries. Papyrus got out from the other side and looked at me with pity in his eyes. His bony hands over his heart as if he...felt for me.

Horror crept through me and I turned my face into my mother's bosom again and tried to hide. My body shook and I felt mother's lips press against my head with a tiny kiss as father said, "So she went to see you today? What happened then Sans. She was supposed to..."

"It seems she was called into work to cover someone's shift. Looks like she just finished." Sans voice was closer. I could feel his gaze on me and I shivered under his stare. Pulling away from mothers arms I turned to him to find the world shifting around me in a dizzying fashion.

"Frisk!"

A voice cried out to me...but...I could not tell...whos...it...

(Poor Frisk. She's having a rough time of it, but that's only the cherry on top of the shit Sunday my friends. Tune in next time for more as things become a bit more...interesting. Dun dun dunnn...and yes...I'm bringing back...the cliff hangers! Mahahahh!)