Mission Tale Remake: The Criminals of Dusk

Frisk: Piece By Piece

Hey! This chapter is a bit dark, just to let yall know! :')

It like I could barely remember what happened.

After listening to those tapes, my mind blanked out completely

So many different memories, crushed like a shattered mirror.

You know, like how you can't piece it back together, no matter how hard you try. No matter how much glass pierces gets in your skin. No matter how much pain you endure, how much blood gushes out of your palms, it will never go back to its original form.

"Papaaa!!"

From each tape, that was majority of what I screamed out, I cried out for my father, but all that was heard was my grandfather making small reports, while I screamed in the background.

"Day 17, no progress yet, she keeps crying. I can't even get her into a x-ray scanner because she keeps moving in protest. She's tougher than the others, must have gotten it from her father."

Others? There were others?

"I want my papa! You're hurting me!"

"English or Wing-Ding, she won't listen to me. I might have no choice but to go on with plan B."

What the hell did he do to me?

"Day 23, she's finally calmed down. After a few injections she seems to stay in a calm unresponsive state, this will be better to experiment with. The other children unfortunately did not make it, she's the only one left out of the six. Let's hope that she'll make it. I can't afford to lose her, not now."

The memories, slowly shaping back together.

"Father- what- what the fuck did you do?! What did you fucking do?! Frisk! Frisk! Answer me! Please, baby!"

Dad?

"What did you do to my fucking daughter!" . . . "Get out of my house now!" . . . "Please, I need help! My baby! She's not breathing!"

I have never heard papa cry, until this very moment. I'm pretty sure his head hurt from all of the tears that he let out that day. 

Next thing you know it, I was in the hospital. But now, I know that I wasn't in there just because I was "fatigued".

Please, not now. I need to send this info to the others.

Deep breaths.

Breathe. 

Why is this so hard? So hard to breathe?

"Frisk."

I felt warm arms wrap around me, as I look up to see Hanzo holding onto me. He rubbed his hand on my back soothingly, as he let go of me with his other hand to wipe the tears that I didn't know were even on my face. 

"Do you need me to get the others-"

"No! I...I d-don't want them to see me like this!"

"What happened?"

Don't look at me. I'm hideous. A hideous beast.

"Frisk, talk to me, hana. What did you see?"

"Nothing." I cleared my throat, going over and giving a folder to Hanzo, "my father experimented on a b-boy who poisoned himself with buttercups a good few years ago. I-if we could find him, we might have a great lead to Fallon's identity. Unless. . . if this is Fallon who tried to poison himself. Shit, shit, shit!"

"Frisk, calm down. This is some great information we can take in. We're a group for a reason, we help each other." Hanzo held onto my side as he looked at me with gentle eyes. "Take all the time you need to calm down. I'll be right here beside you, okay?" 

"I'm s-sorry."

"No, don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong!" Hanzo then leads me upstairs and lays me down onto the couch. "I don't think any of the water is sanitary here, but I can't take you to my home, considering we might get caught by the swads." Hanzo sighs, while he takes out a cold bottle of water out of his man purse as he softly pressed it on my head. "Hold it on your head for me, okay?" I nod in response, as I placed my hand on the bottle and sighed.

"Thank you, H-Hanzo. Seriously, I would have died."

"Ah, its nothing." Hanzo smiles reassuringly as he sits at the end of the couch, "My mom has anxiety too. My father was really abusive,  he did so many terrible things to both of us. When he finally died, my mom spiraled to the fact that I had to take care of her and drop out of school." Hanzo explains, sighing before he lays back on the couch. "My dad fucked my mother up so much, that she gets triggered from anything that makes a loud sound in the house. We even had to get rid of our dog, because he barked so much." He laughs, I giggle as I cough slightly.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It made me stronger." Hanzo pats my leg as he takes the water bottle from my hand and opens it. "Here, drink at least half of it, okay?" I nod, as I began to drink some of the cool liquid.

"I then needed a job, and one day I found Fallon. He always wore a mask on his face, which was what made me think suspiciously of him, but he was nice at first. He gave me and my mother free meals, gave us a new home, and even gave my mother the medicine she needed for her anxiety. We were better than ever, until he wanted something in return." He said, with his eyes becoming dark. "He wanted me to send out the butter cups. I refused, because I never would want to hurt a single being in my entire life unless they deserve it. Fallon even wanted to kill small children from the orphanage once, and I refused to do any of his requests. That was until he blackmailed me, saying that he was going to torture my mom just like my father did. . . and I couldn't take it. I still refused to kill anyone, and some of the swads did the job for me, as I gave them my cut in return. My mom couldn't afford her new prescription, and her anxiety became worst. Now, I'm just a running target. Until I met you guys." He smiles, looking at me. "I know that we'll take those bastards down. We can do it, and we're making great progress. So don't think otherwise, okay?"

". . Why are you so nice?" I sobbed out, as he laughs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry more!" 

"It's fine. But thank you, I really needed this." I say before finishing my whole bottle of water.

"If I could ask, what did you see down there that made you panic like that?"

"That could be for another time. Its a long story, we need to send some of these files to the D.O.G building asap anyways." I clear my throat, wiping my tears from my face as I got up and walked towards the door. "I think we should get going before the sun goes down."

"You're right." Hanzo agrees, groaning slightly as he got up and went next to me near the door.  After that we both walked out, as I then locked the door of the house before walking away from my old home. 

I have to admit, Hanzo calmed me down a lot, but he didn't stop my thoughts of what I saw down there. The blank tapes, with horrendous noises of me and other children crying out for their mothers, their fathers.

What if Wing-Ding wasn't the nice man? What if he wasn't the life saver of a scientist as Asgore said he was.

Who is Wing-Ding Gaster?

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A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you are well! I will be sure to post more today since yesterday I took a long ass nap :') but I love yall! 

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