[Discontinued] Dance My Soul Out (UnderTale: DanceTale AU Fanfic)

I Dance With Sadness

January XX, 20XX

Frisk's P.O.V. (Female, alright? She talks, too. Sometimes.)

'Okay. Maybe if I tried... K-Pop? It might be my style.' I thought to myself as I took my phone out from my bag. I scrolled down to search for K-Pop music or something.

I was currently outside our house, specifically, I'm at the forest near our home. It was peaceful here. It helped me concentrate... On my dancing... Honestly, I was here, because... I want to learn what my style of dancing is.

I tried Waltz.

I tried Latin.

I tried Jazz.

And I tried Salsa.

I wasn't too happy about Salsa... I tripped a few times, earning a few scratches.

The worst part was that my 'friends' laughed at me, saying that I would never be a good dancer.

But... I want to learn! I need to know how to dance! It's our culture! I even heard that it was the MONSTERS culture, too.

But, the monsters were long gone. Trapped inside a mountain... Uh. I forgot the name.

'Welp. I guess I'll try K-Pop now.'

I thought, the moment I was able to find some Korean Pop music. I breathed, stretched, and did a few practice moves. (That weren't even good.)

I set my phone down to the grassy soil, getting ready to let the music guide me, to make some decent moves. The advantage of being in a forest, is that I could practice until my heart's content, and not get spotted by other people. (It's quite peaceful, too!)

Well, if they do see me, they would be laughing at me, calling me names. Saying that I'm not graceful. Saying that I'm not wearing the proper attire...

How could I even wear the proper attire, if I don't even know what dance fits me?!

It's not fair being the only person who can't dance.

Anyway, the music started. It was an energetic tune, making me feel giddy for a moment. That was one of my problems... I get carried away by the music, that I forget that I was supposed to dance properly... I was always too excited. I learned that excitement turns your dance moves rusty or it only happens to me. It was just probably just me... I guess it's my personality.

There has to be someone in the world that doesn't know how to dance, too... Right?!

I'm not the only one... Right?

I sniffled. Why do I have a life like this? I have become a disgrace to my family. For a brief moment, I forgot that I was dancing to K-Pop, and ended up tripping... Again.

I had my face planted to the ground. Ouch. That hurt a bit. I was about to go into a sitting position, when laughter interrupted me.

I thought that I was alone! I sat up quickly, looking embarrased as I played with my brown hair. I looked up to see my 'friend', Jessica.

"Haha!" She laughed out loud. "What a loser. Can't find your dance, ey?" She giggled.

I slowly stood up, brushing the dirt off my blue and purple sweater. Though, I kept looking at her with an irritated expression, mixed with embarrassment.

Here we go again...

"Oh, wait!" She perked up. "I know what dance style is yours!" She said with a mocking smile, that I'm used to now.

"The chicken dance!" She then burst into a fit of giggles.

That was a horrible joke. It didn't make sense. I decided to ignore her.

"What? Not talking to me?" She breathed. "Fine. You're boring anyway!" She turned her nose as she left.

None of this was new to me.

...I dance with sadness.

Blah! Chappie One! Done!