A lonely girl filled with grief and hardship must battle to stay alive. With sheer determination she would overcome all odds. Becoming her own hero, she will find her purpose in life.
Frisk past Act: chapter 1-7
Pacifist Act: chapter 8-18
Genocide A...
   Watching the sun pass the opening up above, you felt a strange stillness around you. You felt...cold. Not the cold that would come from the snow in Snowdin nor was it that eerie feeling from having Chara shadowing themselves over you. But more of a feeling that left you hallow. Your skin felt stretched and unused. You placed your hand over your chest even though you weren't the owner of your soul, you could still feel your own heart beating against your chest.
  Your eyes flew wide open when your hand rested over your heart. Sensing something soft and cushiony made your mind reel. Sitting upright, your body lend forward with a small sense of weight stretching against the skin on your chest. Looking down towards your hand, you noticed that they looked longer. Your hand flew straight towards your mouth as you started to shake in fear. For you where no longer where a small child.
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    How long.....how long was Igone!
  You looked at your shaking hands, staring at the groves that marked them. Your finger traced over one of the marks. Following it as it spread throughout your palm.
    Four....four years.... I have been away for four years?
{Maybe....}
"Chara?!" You turned around, but found that there was no one around you. Getting used to your new body, you leaned against the wall of the Ruins as you made your way through. Whispers followed you, but no one approached you.
     Flowey....Toriel? Where....where are they?
You continued to make your way while the monsters you did encounter only gave you a passing glance before walking away. Some said hello as you passed them others merely ignored you. None of them did anything more.
"Howdy...."
   His voice startled you that you almost fell as you turned around to where his voice came from. Flowey stood there, with his head titled sideways. He looked at you closely, his gaze burying through you. "You're not Chara...are you?" Your voice felt weak and unused that you went back to signing.
"No..."
"Thought so, Chara could never look that pathetic." You stepped away from the wall as Flowey continued to study you. "Who are you?"
"Frisk."
"Frisk huh, well that's a stupid name. Why are you here?"
"I want to...help." Flowey's eyes continued to gaze deep into you. Feeling exposed, you brought your hand close to your heart. His eyes widen for a bit before smiling.
"You're nothing like me, even though...." You took a step back as he let out a small laugh. "You don't have a soul." Flowey went down into the ground, his laughter echoing around you. Gaining your composure, you went on your way.
