Frisk awakens, with the goat plushy in their arms and puffy, red cheeks. They looked in the mirror, seeing their hair was a mess. They were surprised that there weren't bags under their eyes.
"B*TCH, YOU BETTER BE AWAKE WHEN I GET IN THIS ROOM" bully shouts, surprisingly not making me cry. He bursts into my room and stomps over to me and rips the plush from my tiny hands.
"The f*ck is this? Get it from you mo-mee?" He teases, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it once. It made me sob and cry silently.
"Breakfast!"an unrecognised voice yells from a different room just as Bully lifted his fist, ready to punch me. "You got lucky" he hisses before exiting my room.
I speed-walk to the room I heard the yell from, passing rainbow walls and broken furniture. As I enter the kitchen, I notice how broken down and worn it is.
I sat down at a random chair, getting a bowl of what looked like oatmeal? After I took a bite, I was finished....I just gave the rest to the suspicious teen.
Frisk walked out of the kitchen, going to bead early, hearing a conversation. All they could make out was 'sell........ baby.... money.....horrible child..... less.. .. mouth...... rich......'
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Undertale, Crybaby (On Hold)
Fanfiction(An Undertale fanfiction) Frisk unwillingly resets. They didn't want, nor need to, but we're forced to. To be more precise, flowey forced them to. Frisk restarts in an unusual way.
