It was a few days after the incident of your recovery. You thought you failed to control your insanity from reaching to a certain limit you don't want it to pass. You stayed in the farthest corner of your room curled up into a ball. You don't want what to do nor want to do something. You just don't know. Until you hear voices, you come closer to see what is happening."Tori, I think this is a bad idea to have that kid in the house," Sans spoke up. The kitchen table was drifting in silence. "S-sans don't be like that!" Toriel said surprised. "I'm sure the guest can't be all that bad." She pondered. "Toriel l that kid is insane. I should have known that patient is crazy. Grillby should have just left that thing right where it was." Sans said slightly gritting his teeth. "Sans!" Toriel gasped. "Well I'm sorry Toriel, but it's true!" Sans continued.
The two kept arguing about you. Papyrus didn't like it. But Frisk can't stand it. The human child slams their palms onto the table causing all the monsters to turn in shock t to the frustrated child. Frisk told Sans and Toriel that they're both wrong about you. "Sans you just met them. You don't know a single thing about them of what's true or not, and you know what!? What do you expect for them to be shocked to see a skeleton walking around as if they're alive? And Toriel you don't know also. But we weren't for sure if they are good or bad or even a single thing about why they run away! But there's one thing I know for sure is that they experience a terrible thing, and that's just looking at all of you!"
Frisk was slightly out of breath realized on what they have done. They didn't mean to raise their voice nor hurt their feelings. Frisk apologized to Toriel and Sans for their actions. "No, it's alright dear it just that..." Toriel tries to reassure Frisk. "You're right we don't know a single thing about them nor their reasons or purposes on running away." "Welp, I guess it should have been me to know that monsters are still rather new to humans. And yet, I didn't keep that in mind." Sans gave an apology as he rubs the back of his skull with his boney hand. Papyrus was in relief though also in tears to know that now everything is okay. The feels have got the Great Papyrus again.
Your ear was on the wooden door though you have it cracked open to hear well. You never knew that such things, like monsters, even exist. You only seem to know that the real monsters are the humans themselves on the inside. They greed and sin for things they want not giving any thought on who needed that more they needed it. Or even those who suffer or will by their actions. But they don't care. They just puppets on strings while their wants and greed instead of their needs and control. What is good you thought. You have never experienced anything good or someone that is good. Is in feelings? You stopped dropped dead when that thought came to mind. You don't know how to feel properly. And you don't understand; you don't understand a single thing about it but physically.
You closed the door now lower the tension in you. You haven't lost control. But you still don't know nor decided to do anything, so you do nothing. You went back to your corner and huddled up again into a ball. You heard a knock you don't know what to do. The door opened, it was that kid called Frisk. They are holding something you were somehow surprised. It was a bowl of warm colored liquid you never saw before. They smiled at you happy to see you ok along with your reaction. The child slowly walked up to you and place the tray down before you and turned it around. On the tray, it has some sort of tool you're not for sure what's its purpose for, you look at the child if they have the answer.
The child was confused at first realized that you are oblivious on what to do. Frisk asked if you have ever eaten before. You got perplexed by the word "eat." Frisk was in shock to see that you are going to have your first experience eating. Frisk smile and directed you how to eat. First, pick up the tool called a "spoon." You picked the spoon up holding it like a scalpel. Frisk shook his hands telling you that you're doing it incorrectly he shows you how to hold it. You hold the spoon the way Frisk shows you. And he instructs you to scoop the content called "soup." It felt weird your hand isn't doing it smoothly. Frisk noticed that and told you to try doing it with your other hand. You switch it to your dominant hand, much better. And get the content in your mouth. Wait for what? A memory of drugs and liquid medicine pass through your mind. You shook your head in disagreement accusing Frisk, for trying to make you eat those things.
Frisk was taken back by this response and assures you that this is not what you think it is. Frisk ask you to compare it to the horrible medicines you experienced. You looked at the soup. It has a color like liquid medicine but a strange color with a pleasing smell you never experience. Too much you thought. This much will kill you, or it's very weak poison unless they are trying to! Frisk sighed and pick up the spoon and take a sip of soup. Your eyes widen thinking why in the world they're doing that. "There I'll be the proof for you to know that this isn't medicine and if it is I take along with you." This kid is more insane than you, you thought.
You reluctantly ate the soup, and it was surprisingly warm, and it tasted... it tasted... good? Good? You ask Frisk was good and bad. He explained that they are used for many expression to make a point or opinion. You're confused. Then what expression does good have to do with character traits or personalities or even feelings...
There are many things you don't know about but you a quick learner. And yet, you're a shut-in for a long time. You learned how to eat a meal.
A/N: Don't forget that you're ina mental hospital ever since you're a kid, so you mainly know medical and other subjects, but not know how to live properly like a ordinary kid. And a couple of days ago I thought I publish this chapter, but I didn't and so now I did it.
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