***I'm sorry that I kinda put this off to the side. I wasn't quite sure of where to go next, but I thought of a way to go, so here we go. Anyways, without further delay, Frisk belongs to Toby Fox, Maia belongs to me (although she is named after my friend, fact of the day), and let's get rolling!
Chapter Four: A Signal
It had been three days at this point. Other than being scared, a little bit cut up, and little bit burned, they were safe. But they wanted nothing more than to go home to their family. Or at least, to leave their current prison. The only safe place in the house was their own mind, it seemed.
Maia was impressively alert, running a close schedule. It must've been part of being a psychopath, Frisk decided. They had only made one deal with Maia to ensure their internal safety they were the one who cooked, no matter what. Maia was willing to oblige.
So, that was the summary of things for the captor and the captive. Something had to give eventually. And, sure enough, something did.
"Looking for something?" Frisk asked after they stepped out of the bathroom. Maia slammed shut the drawer she was investigating. "No!" she barked. Frisk jumped back so hard that the hit the wall. "Ow..." they complained.
"I didn't mean to scare you so badly, my little Dreemurr-Wagner sibling. Anyways, how about we play Hide and Seek? Without the fire, because I ran out of fluid for the lighter," Maia said. She sounded quite disappointed at the last part.
Frisk, not wanting to get hurt any further, nodded to comply. "Lovely, lovely. Now, I'll count to one hundred while you run and hide," Maia said. Then, she turned to where she as facing the wall and covered her eyes. "One, two, three, four..."
As she kept on counting, Frisk ran off. But they couldn't help but think to themselves a single thought.
What was she looking for?
XxX
Frisk quickly found a hiding spot in the downstairs closet. They were a bit cramped up, but it made it seem like they were wanting to play. As they shut themselves in, they felt their foot nudge up against something.
A cell phone.
Judging by the M sticker on the back, it had to have been Maia's.
So this is what she was looking for. She must've dropped it when she came in here earlier, Frisk thought. They opened up the phone and went to the app for messages.
Knowing they didn't have much time to stand around, they typed Toriel's number in at the top of the screen and sent a text. It read as follows:
This is Frisk. I don't have much time to talk. I am at 467 Graystone Road. The mayor's daughter is crazy. She kidnapped me and has held me captive ever since the end of that meeting a few days ago. HELP!
Then, Frisk, hit the send button. They were still holding the phone, however, when the door was opened.
"Well, well, well. It seems you've found my phone. Thank you," Maia said, taking her phone back. She looked at the screen, which caused her expression to harden. "So, you sent out a message for help?" she growled, shoving her phone into her pocket.
Frisk finally broke. "You're crazy! I'm not your little sibling! I'm going home! My family will be here soon, now that I've told my mom this address," they said. They were suddenly picked up by the front of their shirt.
"What did I tell you I'd do to you if you mentioned your worthless little family again?" Maia asked. Her voice was low, but threateningly sharp. Frisk felt the color drain from their face as they gulped. "I'd be... put away?" they squeaked.
Maia nodded. She twisted Frisk's wrist. "Now, you'll see what I mean," she said. She started dragging her young hostage up the stairs.
"Is this going to hurt any more than you twisting my wrist right now?" Frisk asked, now utterly terrified.
"Lord, no. It won't hurt a bit. Y'see, my house is pretty old. It's got some good and bad sides to it. If you haven't noticed, there's a few off-color panels on the floor and in the walls here and there," Maia began. She went up to the last room on the hallway that had previously been off-limits and went inside. It turned out that it was her bedroom.
"Yeah. I saw," Frisk said, looking around. They were forced over to one side of the bed. There was a particularly large panel pressed into the corner of the floor.
Maia reached below her shirt to reveal the leather cord as well as the silver key that hung on it. She knelt down and unlocked the panel, pulling it open.
"It's a bit dusty, but it's quite enough room for you to crawl around in. And it's a bit suffocating, but I assure you, there's enough oxygen," she said. Frisk blinked once.
"...oh my God."
***That's all the time I have for this chapter. I understand that like the entirety of this story, this wasn't all that good. Go easy on me. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!
