I walk through the gates, eyes closed and head down. I scuttle to my classes, and get through will little trouble. At least until my last class.
I know that I am trying to be good now, but these people really want me to go back. Why do they hate being different so much?
She watched through my eyes, shooting daggers at just about everyone. Being the monster's savior, meant being the most hated person ever. That was an easy term to give, but hard to take away.
I agreed with Chara comepletly, but I wouldn't have gotten them out of the underground if I had killed, fought back. We both know that. Class went perfectly. No attention drawn to the loner, or loners, in the back. Then just as the bell rings, and before I can dart out, they surround my desk.
"Hey Frisk! Come on let's go, bestie. We don't want to be late now do we?" I hear her snotty voice say. The sarcasm was almost so thick I felt as if I could reach out and touch it. I stand up and flee, racing out the door.
Come on Frisk! You got this! Chara cheers me on in my head, giving me the extra boost I need. As I shove open the door, an arm shoots out in front of me. I fall to the ground, and lose my breath.
Not this little twit waffle again. Chara says, and I nearly let her take over. She was ready to fight, and I never would be. She backed of though, not wanting to go completely nuts.
"Thought you could get away huh? Things are different up here in case you forgot monster-girl." She laughs, as Chara and I brace for what is next. Here we go again. Part three of our days in hell.
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Why- sans x frisk
FanfictionWhen they manage to get to the surface, nothing seems to turn out right for frisk. Why does it happen to her, and how will she cope?
