I run towards the Ebott Orphanage, and watch as people gasp and point at me. I must look mad, racing around town like a lunatic. I ought to be locked up inside the asylum. I trip and fall a couple of times, reducing my HP by 1, and causing a large scrape up my knee. I can't help the clumsiness that ensues due to my haste, I simply need to know if she's okay. Fran may be the spawn of Satan and his wife, but she's a little Angel in reality.
I reach the orphanage and shove the intimidating iron gates open, bursting into the grounds with a stumble. The large, mahogany double doors stop my access to the building, and I press the buzzer a million times.
"Ebott Orphanage, who are you?" A strict voice filters through the PA system on the keypad.
"Frisk Bow, sister of Fran Bow Dagenhart. I want to know if she's here." I garble out, and receive nothing but radio silence for a few moments.
"Frisk Bow? As in the girl who went missing two years ago?" The voice inquires, and I spit my yes out in record time. I hear the beep that signifies the open door, and I push through into the reception room. A kind looking woman with grey hair looks at me in shock.
"Frisky? Little Frisky?" She whispers, tears streaming from her wide, blue eyes.I nod, panting my breaths. "Oh, my sweet little niece."
"Aunt Grace?!?" I mumble, and she nods.
"I work here now, after little Fran was taken from my evil sister and her twisted husband. They're in prison now." She envelops me in tight hug and wordlessly leads me to Fran's room.
"Knock Knock Fran, you have a visitor." Aunt Grace speaks through the door, and a hushed voice mutters a faint welcome.
"Auntie Grace? Who is this?" My little, sweet, pure sister sits in her bed, knotting her hair into braids, except it's not on her head...
"I'm your elder sister, Frisk." I whisper, and she looks at me with disgust.
"I have no family."
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Broken Timelines ✔️
FanfictionI WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 15/16 I'M REALLY SORRY LADS Chara is stuck in a spiral of Evil. Sans and Frisk are happily living on the Surface. The LOVE is gone, and replaced with love. All Gaster needs to do is interfere with a moment.
