Chapter Three: Old, Older, Yet Older

(If it's in Italics, Frisk is signing it with her hands. If it's in Bold Italics, Frisk is using morse code. If it's Underlined, it's part of a nightmare.)

Frisk smiled.

She was finally eighteen.

Toriel looked at Frisk, smiling back at her.

"Frisk, what do you want this year?" Toriel asked.

Frisk knew what she wanted, but she needed to think it over more.

Was she ready?

I'm thinking.

Toriel nodded.

Frisk signaled that she wanted to go to the door.

Toriel agreed, confused.

Frisk walked up to the door, taking a deep breath.

"Kiddo? Er, Frisk? Is that you?" Sans asked.

Frisk had built herself up to this moment, and this moment alone.

She quickly thought over her plan, becoming even more DETERMINED.

She felt a burning in her chest, as if her very soul was going to explode with anticipation, and DETERMINATION.

"S...Sans..." Frisk said.

Every single thing she tried to say hurt her throat. And talking? She hadn't tried to for 13 years.

"F-Frisk?! Is that you?" Sans asked, confused.

"I... W-wan-t... T-to... M-meet you..." Frisk added.

Sans was completely amazed, and silent.

Frisk began to worry, but soon her worry became determination.

"Frisk... If you came out here to meet me..." Sans begun.

Frisk began to tear up.

She knew what he'd say.

It'd be too dangerous.

She'd die.

"I would like that..." Sans finished.

Frisk's heart skipped a few beats.

Her throat burned, and she'd said all she'd needed to, so she went back to morse code.

Really?

"Yep," Sans said.

Frisk ran away from the door.

"Frisk?" Sans asked.

She had already run away from the door, and to Toriel.

Frisk looked at Toriel with absolute determination.

"Frisk? What is it my child?" Toriel asked.

Frisk mustered up all of her strength in her voice.

"I... Want... To leave..." Frisk said, struggling.

"Frisk?! You want to what? And... you... you're talking!" Toriel said.

Frisk nodded.

"M-my child..." Toriel began.

Frisk shook her head.

18.

"Are... Are you sure?" Toriel asked.

Frisk nodded once more.

Toriel sighed.

"I knew this day was coming..." she said.

Her face became completely calmed and determined. She grinned.

"And I've prepared," she finished.

Frisk looked at her, knowing what she was plotting.

Frisk summoned fire into her hands.

Toriel did the same.

Flowey peeked around the corner, grinning, waiting for the fight.

Frisk surrounded Toriel in fire, gridded like a net.

"I-I'm... Le-aving..." Frisk said.

Her throat hurt horribly, throbbing with every attempt at saying anything.

Never had she talked this much.

Toriel's face turned to that of surprise, then content.

"Hm... You seem to be very serious about this," Toriel said.

She spread the net away from her, destroying it.

"But you'll have to try harder," she added.

Frisk smiled.

She quickly lifted 20 bones out of the ground.

Toriel suddenly became extremely confused.

"H-how?!" she shouted.

Frisk's smile widened.

Sans had been training her in secret. Just through voice alone. Her skills weren't strong enough yet to last for long, but just long enough to show Toriel she meant business.

"Sans..." Frisk said, mustering up the strength in her voice.

Toriel backed away.

Frisk's heart hurt. She was practically threatening Toriel.

Something was whispering to her...

"Kill her…"

Frisk thought about it, but realised, that wasn't right.

That wasn't who she was.

It was that damn… voice.

She lowered her bones.

"Alright... You may go..." Toriel said, defeated.

Frisk gathered up her belongings into a bag.

She wore a heavy black hood over her enlarged sweater. She also wore a baby blue scarf over her face. To complete her outfit, she wore long black leggings and grey combat boots that reached almost to her knees.

Toriel led Frisk to the door once she was done packing.

"I'll be there soon Sans…" Frisk thought.

"Frisk... Are you sure you want this?" Toriel asked, giving Frisk a final chance.

Frisk nodded her head.

Flowey came up to Frisk, and she picked him up.

Toriel glared at the flower, and opened the door.

"Once you go, please do not come back. I hope you understand..." Toriel said.

Frisk nodded, then hugged Toriel goodbye.

"Be safe, my child. Do not forget me," Toriel told Frisk.

Frisk was about to cry, but she resisted it.

Frisk walked through the door, and into the... snow?

Frisk walked around in the blizzard, feeling unprepared.

"Frisk, you know, we could ASK somebody where we are," Flowey suggested.

You know I can't talk very well.

"You just said that whole spiel to that old goat woman. Why can't you ask for directions?" Flowey asked.

Because that was different.

Flowey rolled his eyes, and Frisk trudged on.

Frisk began to worry that she made the wrong decision.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Flowey, however.

"Put me down Frisk. I need to explore!" Flowey hissed at Frisk.

Frisk gladly put Flowey down, signing to him, telling him to come back later.

Flowey groaned, but agreed, then disappeared underground.

Frisk was now alone.

She walked forward, trying to peek through the blizzard.

Snow got into her eyes frequently, making it harder and harder to see.

Suddenly, Frisk heard a cackling.

She screamed and sprinted forward.

That cackling. It sounded like Chara's!

Frisk kept sprinting forward, tears streaming down her face.

The tears made her face even colder.

Frisk began to feel... tired.

She slowed down over time, her mind becoming more fogged.

Frisk suddenly fell down.

She tried to get up, but didn't have nearly enough strength.

"Sorry Toriel... I guess I wasn't ready…" Frisk thought.

Frisk slipped into unconsciousness.

A shadowed figure walked up to her...

Flowey peeked out from behind a tree, smiling.

"Been awhile since I've seen them... This will be fun..." Flowey whispered to himself.