The Final Timeline (Undertale Sans x Frisk)

Chapter 12 A Memory

Caution!
This chapter deals with home abuse, coarse language, self harm, and suicidal imagery.
If you are sensitive to these topics, please read at your own risk.
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School  was never your strong suit, but you tried the best you could. However... it was hard to get good grades when everyone in your school, including the teachers, hated your guts. And the fact that your parents pushed you so hard with work around the house, you didn't have time for homework. So... school was never your strong suit. You had a couple friends, but you only saw them at lunch in the school, and you were never able to go out and see them because of your parents.

Speaking of your parents, they were out for the night. So you had the whole house o yourself! But... you weren't going to do anything stupid like, throw a party. So instead you cooked, and cleaned the house.Your parents were very strict... so much in fact that they've gotten a little physical about the way they've been 'punishing' you. It was hard to do anything you wanted to do, so you were used to being kind and helping others. But, kindness doesn't work forever, and you knew that.

"What a lovely movie!" you heard your mother say as she walked through the front door.

"Yup." your father replies.

They stop to look at you. You were on the couch watching the Television, because you were finished your chores and cleaned the house.

"What are you doing?" Your father asked in a rather dark and harsh tone.

"Surprise!" You exclaimed as you shot strait up from your seat. "I cleaned the entire house for you! I even did the laundry and washed your bed-sheets!"

You saw your fathers eye twitch with anger, and your mothers glare.

"D-did I do something wrong?" You asked, fearfully.

"So, you went through OUR things?" Your father answers, ignoring your question entirely.

"N-no! I-I just wanted to-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP" Your father shouted, loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear him.

You stopped mid-defense, you didn't want to make matters worse than it already was.

"You sneaky little piece of shit." you heard your mother say.

Bad language was a common recurrence in your house, and 9 out of 10 times, it was used towards you.

"W-what did I do wro-"

"DON'T TALK BACK, YOUNG LADY!" your father screeched.

He strode towards you and vilantly ripped the T.V. remote from your hands and threw it on the couch. He stared at you. You didn't dare say a word. Then without warning, he slapped you across the face.

You winced at the pain. His ring had cut your cheek and you felt the warm blood run down your skin.

"I don't want you to EVER sit your lazy ass down on MY couch again, understand?!" He asks harshly.

You stayed silent, knowing that if you said the wrong thing he'd do more then just slap you across the face. A mistake...

He punched you strait in the gut and you fell to the floor.

"I SAID, 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND', FRISK?!"

"Y-yes, sir..."

"Good. Now... go to your room... I don't want to see you up here till you have school."

"Yes, sir" you said as you made your way down to your room.

You would have to stay in there till Monday.. So you walked into your bare room and sat on the old, grimy mattress you called a bed. You had no toys, books, or even warm blankets, but  that didn't matter right now. What matters is that you were starving. You even made your parents dinner for all 3 of you, but now you won't even be able to eat it.

This happened for the next 3 months.. your parents always fouls a way to get you to go to your room on a Friday night, so you had to resort to stuffing yourself full as soon as you got home at the end of the week. Except....

You got home from school and started making supper for your parents while filling yourself with snacks and water.

"I KNEW IT!" Your mother roared.

You jumped back.

"Now you're stealing our food? After all we've done for you?"

"N-no! I j-just!-"

"How many times do we have to warn you, Frisk? To not disobey?" She asked as she pinned you against the counter.

"Apparently, A LOT!" You father came in, holding his pocket knife.

You tried to escape... nothing happened.
You asked them to stop... nothing happened.
You called for help...
...
But nobody came.

...

3 days.

That's how long it's been. Your father had cut the sides of your legs... and you..? Cut your wrists in response.. you were nothing to them... to anybody...

So why stay..?

Everyone knows the Legend of MT. Ebott.

"People who climb the mountain... never come back...." you said as you made your way through the forest.

"And the children... never did either." You started to hike up the tough trail.

"They must have found a way to end it all..." you reached a flowered clearing.

"To help me end my pain..." you saw a cavern, a deep dark hole.

"To help me.... end my life..." you stepped into the cavern.

'Maybe people will be happy and free now that I'm going to die...'

*Thud*

Your head hurts..

You survived... on a bed of flowers.

The monsters... there real..? A tiny flower... a loving boss monster...

A... lonely skeleton..

In order for the barrier to break, they need one more human soul... now your death can help some people..

*You are filled with... DETERMINATION.

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Ahhhh! I finally got my phone back guys! Which means...

A LOT OF CHAPTERS ARE COMING OUT!

I hope you liked this one. I wanted to do more on Frisks backstory.. but it ended up really sad..
Sowwy about that.