Disclaimer: The game was created by Toby Fox.

Written By: Moon's Phantom.

Rating: 15/16+

Warning: -

Setting: Alternate universe

Note: Time Skip (3 years)

DETERMINED

Chapter Five: Loneliness

"Pst, sis…sis… Frisk."

She hummed.

"…"

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, adjusting to the dark and rolled to the edge of her bed to peer down at him. He was clutching the blankets close to his chest, his body trembling and she could dimly see his eyes watering. He looked very upset and scared. She frowned when he refused to look at her; he had another nightmare.

He didn't like it when she saw him this way, saying that he was the older brother and it was his job to look after her. She disagreed with him, they were siblings therefore they looked after each other. It was a shared role.

Sighing dramatically, she rolled off and landed on him – heavily.

"Ugh! Frisk!" He grumbled loudly, she merely giggled and stared down at him. Lying luxuriously on his chest with an arm propped up, her head resting on it and her other tiny hand cupped his jaw. She laughed when his face burst into flames. "F-Frisk!"

"Brother, do you have a Band-Aid?" She suddenly asked, refusing to move and watched his face twist in puzzlement.

"No, why? Did you hurt yourself again? I told you not to do that!" He complained and moved his grasp from the blankets to her, tucking her in beside him. He narrowed his suspiciously when she flashed him a smirk.

"Because I scrapped my knee falling for you." She stated and he burst into flustered laughter, forgetting his nightmare. She didn't know what happened to him that made him have these dreams, waking up scared was something he'd had before she'd been adopted (three years now) and trembling. She didn't like seeing him this way and it hurt. It was dreadful.

When she told Mom, she said she wasn't surprised- that it was normal and her generally cheerful mood changed. She didn't dare bring it up again because Mom not being cheerful was disturbing. It wasn't even close to that weird, funny face she pulled whenever the King of Aboveground was mentioned. It was a dark, raging expression. It was so filled with hatred.

She felt it wasn't that belonged on her mom. Like these nightmare shouldn't belong to Chara.

"F-Frisk-"His voice trembled and she distracted him until he fell asleep; flirting away his night terrors. She wasn't going leave him alone, to suffer by himself. She was his sister so she remained with him. She stayed tucked in by his side the entire night, staring at the ceiling and restlessly waiting for morning to come.

She didn't like what would be happening, she never did.

It was lonely, she hated loneliness.

When the sun rose, she got up and woke her brother. He helped her prepare herself for the day then dressed himself and led her into the kitchen. Their mother was already there, all set for the day.

"Hey, mom?" Chara called, helping Frisk onto her chair then seated himself. Their mother turned to face them while pulling on her oven-mitts and bent to pull her pies out from the oven. She was preparing food for her while she and Chara went out for the day – they did this for two weeks every month. They never brought her along or told where they were going. She hated these days; she hated being alone.

She pouted and sulked.

She didn't want to be alone.

"Yes, my child?" She responded and they waited until she faced them, placing the first pie down.

Chara grinned mischievously and spoke. "Asgore."

Toriel pulled a face and Frisk laughed loudly. Mom's face! It's the funniest thing! It never gets old!

Their mother smiled slightly, expression softening and pulled another pie from the oven. "We'll be back at sunset, my child. Don't worry we'll be back and I've baked some butterscotch pies for you, your favourite. But please remember, stay inside and keep everything locked. Do not leave."

Her mom planted a kiss on her head as passed by and Chara affectionately ruffled her hair, following. She watched blankly as they walked out the door and listened to its loud click. The sound echoing through her mind, almost mockingly and it seemed to laugh at her. It was annoying, it made her angry.

She frowned.

Her green orbs glued to the door.

She was half expecting it to open, her mom and brother to walk back in. Their expressions guilty for leaving her alone and apologising for it, then they'd decided to take her with. To carry her and take her with as they did whatever secretive stuff they did these every two weeks.

The door never opened.

Loneliness sank in. She hated it.

She wasn't going be here alone! She wanted to go with! She was going open the door – she was DETERMINED.

Frisk lunged for it.

A/N

I've moved this story to another site, please send me a PM if you want to know where I've moved it to if you cannot found it on your own. Information won't be on my profile however it'll be under a similar/same title with the same/similar summary. I haven't decided if I wanted to change anything it.

The things I've written on FanFiction aren't really dark, compared to others I've managed to read and I don't want to break any rules. This story will grow considerably darker as I experiment and try writing other things therefore I'm moving it. I wish to see how I can push myself as a writer. Thanks.

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