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...
Your head began to pound as you slowly found yourself waking up. Smelling a sweet scent, you pryed your eyes open. Body aching, you forced yourself to get up. Opening your bedroom door, you could hear a soft humming filling the house. This calms you, but only for a moment. For the memories of the night's event flashed through your mind. His rage, his pain...your guilt. Why did you come back? Why didn't you go forward. He gave you the option to do so. So why didn't you take it?
"My child? Are you awake? If you are, go wash up, breakfast is almost done." Her voice startled you out of your thoughts. Going back into your room, you searched through the dresser that contained various sizes of children's clothing. Rummaging around, you finally found something that might fit your new body. Absent-mindedly, you walked to the bathroom. Not even bothering with closing the door behind you, you began to undressed. Entering into the shower, you let the cold water wash over you. The frigid water ran down your body, leaving trails of goosebumps through out. Placing your head against the bathroom tiles, the sound of the rushing water soon began to fade.
Disgust■ng pi■ce of shit! ■■■■
■■ Shut t■e fuck up a■d stop squirming! I can't sta■d t■ smell him o■ you!!
Next les■on:
Cold w■ter im■ersion......time set for ■■■■
"My child? Are you almost done?"
You blinked rapidly, letting the memories fade. Getting out, you opened your eyes wide as you faced the mirror that hung above the sink. For a small moment you couldn't process the image that stood infront of you. Walking closer, you laid your fingers against the mirror. You traced over the dark bangs that could be seen under your eyes. Trailing your fingers down on the mirror, they followed the scars that littered your body. The history of each scar flashed through your mind as you traced over them. Each one representing a time you wished to forget. But other than that. You felt...nothing...just an empty void.
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Chara....can I ask you something.
{Oh I know what you're thinking. "Why don't I have any scars from any of the monster attacks?"Right?}
You nodded your head.
{Because monsters don't actually do real physical harm to you. They can't cause lingering damage since they don't have hate in their soul, like humans. All wounds from them can be completely healed with monster food.}
But...Sans..
{Stupid, did you forget. He kills you pretty quick and you load to the time before he even laid a boney finger on you.}
