Star Crossed Souls (Frisk x Sans)

Piolet/Prolouge/Whatever

(There is certain language here not appropriate for younger audiences.)

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Once upon a time, there were two races that ruled the earth. The HUMANS, and the MONSTERS.

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The humans, afraid the monsters would one day attack, started a war. It was a long war, but the humans, stronger and more DETERMINED, were victorious.

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They sealed the monsters up underground. The history soon became theory, which became a bed time story. No one believed monsters. No one knew they were so close.

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Legend has it that whoever climbs to Mount Ebott shall disappear, never to be seen, or heard from again.

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Frisk tightly clenched onto their sweater, tears rapidly going down their face. This was it. Just one jump, and it'll all end. Frisk bit their lip, feeling a pitiful pain in their stomach.

Just do it. Stop being such a crybaby...

No! You don't want to be another statistic, do you? Just more proof that this mountain is cursed! Step away! Please!

They were slowly backing away from the gaping hole, but it was too late. All of a sudden, they felt a vine quickly wrap around their foot, and drag them into a deep abyss.

They screamed, hitting their head on rock, branches, and all sorts of things.

They were dead. They had to be. That was so impossible to survive.

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"I wish you'd just get a fucking job, Frankie! I can't keep paying your rent." Frisk yelled at their tipsy older brother, laying lackadaisical and lifeless on their couch. He simply chugged his beer bottle and grunted. He always had the strong aroma of alcohol on him, which eventually wore off onto their small apartment.

Frankie was Frisk older brother by 3 1/2 years. He used to be a charming, bright young man, with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. He had a dash of freckles spread among his button nose and cheeks, and was very fit and active. He always got good grades, obeyed the rules, and was kind to everyone. He was even engaged to a lovely man. His life was perfect.

Then something happened.

Frankie and his fiancé, JC, were in the car, blasting some music on their aux. They were driving down to this adoption/foster group that would help them start their journey to have a family.

"Babe, slow down. It's a yellow light."

"Psssh! We're going to make is, Jace, trust me."

"BabebabebabebaBEBABEBA-"

...they crashed into a small truck.

Frankie miraculously survived without a scratch, while his fiancé wasn't so lucky. He had slipped into a coma, and a few months later died.

The last few months, Frankie had been praying for a miracle. Although badly damaged, he still had a small spark in his eyes. It went out when JC passed. Before, he talked to everyone, being openly honest about most things. He told everyone how strong and fierce his fiancé was, and how he would over come this. What he didn't tell people was how terrible he felt. He killed his fiancé. He was to blame.

He turned to drinking to solve his problems. Beer solved it all. He crashed with Frisk a few months after JC's death. It's been 2 years, and they still haven't had a proper conversation that turned harsh. He's gotten extremely violent, and sometimes would bruise his younger sibling. He was rather strong too, so he could really pack a punch. One time, he broke their arm from attempting to slam the table, with Frisk's arm being in the way.

It was rather bold of Frisk to do something like this. However, they were just done. They had no regard for their life, let alone safety anymore. They wished for the death penalty. Their brother was such a burden, and simply made their life full of terrible situations, self pity, and depressing thoughts.

They yell at each other 24/7, wether it is something as trivial as not doing the laundry, or something like their living situation. Usually, Frankie would do most, if not all of the yelling, but Frisk has had enough.

"It's hard, you know, working all of those hours so your lazy ass can live here. I didn't ask for this."

Frisk ripped the beer bottle out of their brother's hand. He glared harshly at Frisk, making a low growl that would resemble a rabid bear. Frisk was still acting cocky, with not a single drop of fear showing on their face or in their voice.

"Oh, now I have your attention! Jesus, Frank, is this what I have to do for you to even give me the time of day? Why are you even drinking this, it's noon..?" Frisk waltzed over to the sink, and poured the beverage down the drain, their brother let out an inhuman scream, rushing over to the sink clumsily, tripping over their coffee table.

Frisk tried to run, but it was too late. Frankie grabbed a huge chunk of Frisk's hair, and pulled them back harshly. Frisk let out a helpless scream, tears forming in their eyes. He slowly dragged them over to the sink, and took out his beer bottle. He raised it way up high, and smashed the bottle right onto Frisk's head.

Frisk immediately fell limp to the ground. Their brother went into an immediate panic, hoping he didn't kill them. Blood was pouring from their head, so he quickly stumbled to the bathroom, took a long gauze, wrapped it poorly around their head, and jumped out of their 8 story window.

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Ugh... where were they..?

Their vision was blurred, and their hearing sort of muffled. Their cheeks felt extremely hot, like they were going to burn off. As for the rest of their body? Nothing. It felt fine. They felt slightly lightheaded, and were glad they were in a dark room.

Still, the question remained... where were they?

The tried to get up; they swung their legs over the bed, but immediately felt like they needed to lie down once again.

This isn't a good state to be in...