Once I told Asgore what had happened, he became very serious. He listened intently and understood what I was talking about. "Meet me in the throne room after you've gotten your rest and new clothes. I put some over there for you." He pointed over to a basket. "Thank you for telling me this." He left, without saying goodbye. I fell back asleep, and by the time I woke up it was two in the morning. I jumped out of bed, and went to the basket. I picked it up, looked inside, and saw...
I dropped the basket, making the sound that a pile of hay would on a barn floor. It was a sweater... The same sweater I saw on that girl in the puddle... Could he...? No, that's not possible. I wanted to keep my clothes on, but the blood stains on my sweater didn't look to pretty, and I had no other choice. I slipped them on and started walking upstairs, the sweater fitting me perfectly made me have a bitter taste in my mouth. The fact that made my stomach turn was, not the clothing fit me, but I was comfortable in it. I hated myself for thinking that, but it was more comfortable then my normal clothes. The castle seemed tense and empty, and I walked up to the throne room with uncertainty. As I opened the door, I definitely wasn't prepared for what was next.
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Hidden Demons
FanfictionFrisk hasn't been acting right. She (yes it's a she in this story) has not talked to Toriel or King Asgore since their fight near the barrier. Ever since then, she hasn't talked to anyone. It feels like something isn't right, and she's just not sayi...
