CF's Origins
I feel my small legs tremble.
Where am I?
I glance around, quickly, and I call out a single phrase.
"Mom?"
This follows in a string of names "Dad? Asriel? Sans? Papyrus?"
And quietest of all "Gaster?"
There is no answer, not to any of it, my legs start shaking more, I walk down towards the entrance of Mom's house, looking at the things like the flowers, is that... lavender? No, it's too dark, I don't know what it is. I sigh, this place is strange, I should be on the surface, I should have just gotten back from The skeleton's home.
I walk to snowy beginnings quickly, frowning and calling names all the way. I look worriedly around, and then.
Snap!
I whip around, looking down at the ground, the stick has been broken and- "hey, friend."
I whip around to face forward, my bandana flying with me. I stare at it, it look like Sans, but all... colorful, and colored in a weird way, "uh, hiya... Mister-" he smiles and offers his hand, floating, I can see a skeletal tail floating with him, "I'm Xans, Xans the Skeleton." He grins and I smile.
"Y O U S H O U L D N ' T B E H E R E!"
I squeak, I'm surrounded by small, knife-like things instantly, I whimper "this'll be quick, kid, don't worry." He launches them at my hands and feet first, it goes through my boots almost instantly, which seems impossible with my thick rain boots.
I scream, I cry, I call for help. But nobody came. I finally just curl up on the ground, and then-
"Ah, SHOOT!" Xans disappears, and someone hooded appears instead.
He pulls down his hood quickly, kind eyes boring into my grey ones, "shoot kid, you look hurt." I whimper and back up. He looks a little scary, what with the scythe and all on his back. He shakes his hands and looks apologetic, "oh! I uh, didn't mean to scare you! I'm Reaper." Trembling I say my name, "I'm Frisk." He nods.
"Yeah, I know."
I look at him suspiciously "how?" He stops and looks at the ground.
He shakes his head and smiles, "lucky guess."
I shrug my suspicions away and look at the pink snow, "uhm can you heal?" He nods and snaps, my wounds turn into scars, my boots are repaired. I smile again.
"I'll take care of you."
"Can I call you Dad, for now?"
"Heh, whatever you want, kiddo."
⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️
"Oh? Reaper took care of you? Quite and event! What happened to him?"
My eyes darken, and I look into his red and cyan eyes, "he stopped taking care of me when we found my Sans, er, Cross." I sigh and wipe my eyes "he was uh, surprisingly caring, he tried to hide that my au was all gone, except for Chara, Sans and I, I knew better."
I look at my fingerless gloves, hiding my scars from everyone, including Ace. I can be colored, and I look at my pale skin, seeing my short, brown hair in my peripheral vision. I can stay an adult now, thanks to Ink... or maybe it was Cross... I'm still not certain.
He seems to shrug a bit, "his loss! And now look at you! Strong and independent."
I smile at Ace and he grins.
"You still don't like rabbits?"
"Heavens no! We've been over this at least ten times!"
"That's ok, just don't kill mine."
"Heh, whatever you want, Frisk."
