A/N: Ikr, sisters could be the worst. Then again I'm a sister so I shouldn't say anything.
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"Who did it?!" He roared. His belly rumbled with every step. "Who ate the cookies!?"
A scrawny woman tapped him on the shoulder. "Honey..." She said in a calm yet shaky voice, like she was trying to tame a tiger. "We don't have cookies. We haven't had any since last year."
"Bull shit! I know your trying to defend the kid, Amanda. He's a mistake! I don't know why we have kept him here. All he does is waste our resources!" The smell of alcohol escaped from his jaw.
The woman, or Amanda, was getting more confident. "Jeff honey, you're the one that always spends money on God knows what. You spend so much, that we haven't eaten in days!" He slapped her. Hard.
Frisk listened behind the door of the closet, massaging his back. Rough, red, scabs from the teeth of a metal buckle of a belt lined his spine.
He cried, his stomach rumbling. He cried, loneliness and fear were forced upon him. Lying down, he wept to sleep, where he could be happy.
He was in Snowdin now, he was with his friends now. Laughing to the corny jokes of a skeleton. Laughing in a closet, twitching in his sleep, tears staining his shirt.
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