Home
It was finally over. After years of imprisonment, after countless save files, after countless deaths of one to only be reborn...They were at the surface.
The sunset shone in its bright, flaming, colors, giving a warming atmosphere. Frisk looked around at his friends, and he smiled. They were happy that they were free. And as each one left to go explore this unknown world, Toriel asks him if he has somewhere to go.
He thinks back to sounds of a desk hitting the floor. Sounds of cursing and slapping. Smells of alcohol and danger. Feelings of tears running down cheeks and stings of metal against skin. Sights of blood covering a loved ones back, tastes of bitter words and hunger.
Frisk shakes his head. "I don't have anywhere to go."
Toriel smiles as she leads Frisks to a new home, she doesn't notice the Missing Child poster, her eyes trained on Frisk.
AN: This was not a request, sorry guest. I'll do one for you don't worry
SIMPLISTIC REQUEST:
Characters: (4 max)
Feeling: (What atmosphere do you want? Anger? Joy?)