Chapter 10 (possible triggering warning)

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Poppin' out chapters here! Also, I have to address something, Papyrus and Sans live with Toriel and the kids. Everybody else has their own houses.

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*Frisk walks through the door, holding Flowey. they were just at the park.

Frisk: Hi mom.

Toriel: Oh hello, I have some exciting news!

Frisk: Really? What is it?

Toriel: Well, you have a new sibling!

Frisk/Flowey: WHAT?!

Flowey: Why do we need another kid living here?

Toriel: Well, maybe you should ask Chara. They're in the living room.

*Frisk takes Flowey to the living room to see you happily drawing a picture with a young girl.

Frisk: Hey Chara, Mom said that we had another sibling.

*You look up, "hi Frisk. This is Hazel."

Hazel: Hi...

Frisk: Mom told us to ask you why she adopted another sibling.

*Hazel suddenly looked sad. "Well, I should probably wait to tell you, Hazel'll probably be uncomfortable."

Frisk: Okay then.

[The next day, (snow day again)]

*Sans came downstairs along with Papyrus.

Sans: Hey kiddos, hey Tori.

Papyrus: Sans, who is that?

Sans: That's Tori's new kid. Their name is Hazel.

Papyrus: Sans! Why didn't you tell me?

Sans: Dunno, Tibia honest.

Papyrus: Sans, don't you start!

Sans: Cmon bro, my jokes a pretty humerus

Papyrus: SANS, NO!

Sans: Heh.

*You along with Hazel giggle, Frisk smiles. Even Flowey had satisfied look.

Papyrus: SANS! YOU ARE A BAD INFLUENCE!

Sans: Probably.

[Later that day]

(HAZELS POV)

*You are in the room that you share with your new siblings, you're exhausted for some reason. You are on your bed thinking. Why did they adopt me? I'm just a waste of space, a burden. I don't deserve to even live, you feel the urge again... you give in...

*You go downstairs quietly, you hear your siblings talking.

Chara: I wonder how Hazels doing, I'll go check on her in a few minutes.

*Nobody is in the kitchen, if you were correct, there was a junk drawer in there, full of random stuff that nobody used. You opened in a looked inside, a pencil sharpener, now you needed a small screw driver, bingo! Found them both.

*You quietly creep upstairs and back into your room, you unscrew the blade. you take a deep breath and roll up your sleeves.

[Meanwhile]

Chara: Hey Sans!

Sans: Yeah?

Chara: Can you go check on Hazel?

Sans: Why don't you do it?

Chara: I'm busy drawing.

Sans: Okay kiddo, just this one time.

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