You scraped yourself from the floor and quickly wrapped your leg in thin bandages, then proceeded to wipe down the tiles with tissues and leftover bandages from the cabinet. Flushing the toilet afterwards to clear up any suspicion, you sluggishly open the door, poking your head out of the opening.
"Yes?" You asked, seemingly annoyed at her. You were quite a rude person, to be honest, but you didn't mean anything bad by it. Nor did you care. It really is just how you are.
"I am preparing more pie for dinner."
"Oh, pie again," you deadpanned.
"Is something the matter, dear child?" She was confused.
"No. Nothing's wrong." You didn't really care about making a scene since all you'd do is pick and poke at the food until Toriel disappears. Then you'd throw it away either in the bin or to the hungry Froggits outside.
Slipping away from the table, then to the window, that's what you do. Scraping the plate outside as the Froggits swarm the outside window, soundlessly munching on the remains of the pie you refused to eat. They sprinted off afterwards with trails of crumbs following them as they hopped and jumped away cheerily.
You took your attention away from the window and turned to face Toriel after hearing her sneakily walking towards you. She smiled at you. You didn't return anything.
"I want to go out," you stated, miserably, making her smile falter and twitch.
"My child," she whispered. "You know how dangerous it is out there…"
"I don't care. I'm just bored of this."
"Of what?"
"Being stuck inside all day, you get to leave all the time… the basement."
"No, Frisk–"
"What's in the basement?" You stood up straight, balling your fists and drawing blood, demanding for an answer. There was complete silence while Toriel struggled to find her words. You weren't patient. Knocking her over, you darted towards the basement, along the floor and – lock? – jumping over the handrail instead, you toppled down the rest of the stairs as you landed right in front of a colossal, violet door. It had rusted over slightly and held a malevolent tint to its purple coat.
"Ow…" You rubbed your arms and your thighs as searing pain burned through your cuts. Toriel came running behind you, calling your name multiple times, and begging you to stop.
"My child," she panted hard. "You must not leave… if you do… if you want to leave, you'll have to prove to me that you can handle yourself."
"Why?" You glared into her eyes, they were blank with fear as you did so. Your eyes held no remorse in them.
She was aghast. She teared up, holding her chest. "My child, I love you. So please, go back upstairs."
"If you really did, you'd let me pass." You said it. There was no going back; you were sure to punish yourself for that later.
"Don't say that…" Toriel bowed her head to hide the tears. "…not even a single child." She stormed past you, leaving you bewildered as glistening tears gently fell to the floor.
A bright light captures your vision as you heave the rusted, violet doors open. A red coat of dust seeps from your hands as you hold a weary stick in your hand, washing it around in the blank snow beneath your feet.
It wasn't her blood, it was yours. It trickled down from your sleeves as you changed the bandage for the third time this morning. You weren't really sure what Toriel was going to do now, but that she said she told you not to worry, or even call – so then you took your chance to escape. You couldn't fight her. You couldn't kill her. You couldn't bear to see the heartbreak in her eyes as she watched her child disappear from her again.
"I… let her down again…" You whispered to yourself as your voice evaporated to the harsh, winter wind.
You trudge forwards through the thick snow, picking some of it up and letting it melt to wash off the blood on your hands.
CRACK!
You stopped and froze, shudders crawling on your back. Eyes widened, you lose grip on the stick you once held loosely and heard a deep growl behind you.
"Human…don't you know how to greet a new pal?"
Silence.
Its shadow loomed over you, degrading you and making you shrink down further into the snow. His glare bore holes into the back of your skull.
"Turn around and shake my hand," the voice demanded, but you stood still.
Without thinking, you stumble to quickly pick the stick back up, then turn around in a defensive pose. Hands shaking. The figure in front of you held a smug grin – as if he were chuckling to himself. You hated it. It really pissed off you. His eye sockets held no glint; no glare until he laughed.
His eye sockets lit up with thin white dots. "You really don't scare me, kid." A fierce snapping sound emitted from the wooden object as a blue aura surrounded it and launched it far away.
Startled, a sweat bead rolls down your temple as you take in the skeleton's frightening appearance. "I'm Sans." He winked, noticing your stammering. "C'mon kid, don't leave a pal hangin'." The figure reached out his bony, skeletal hands and you watched cautiously as they grew closer and closer. There was something on his hand.
"Leave me alone," you warned, tilting your head to face the ground as you broke off into a run. He stared back towards you as you sprinted, then appeared right before in a flicker of blue which made you slide along the snow and finally bump into his chest.
He was quite a bit taller than you, maybe about 7 inches, but the distance seemed far greater as he looked down upon you menacingly.
He tightly snatched your arm and lifted it up, observing the blood on the hem of your sleeve. You tried to resist his grasp as you attempt to pry your arm away from him. It didn't work. He wasn't impressed, especially after started rolling down your sleeve. Sans released an unbelievable sigh.
"Kid… why…?"
The skeleton's grip loosened, this was your chance! You broke free of his arm and forcefully pushed him aside as you ran towards the bridge. Grappling the rope that held the bridge, you heard a "NO, STOP!" behind you. Brushing off his cries you threw yourself over… smiling as tears fells with you into the white abyss.