Undertale: Origin

Trust: Entry 4

* ᴴᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ᴵ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷ? ᵂʰᵒ ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ? ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵐᵖᵗᶦⁿᵉˢˢ...

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The orphanage was hard to grow accustomed to for numerous reasons. The building itself was a bit old; still provided shelter and was colorful even if it had gotten pale through age, but it was obvious that they needed money to help fix it up. She didn't know how long she had been there, weeks or months, she wasn't keeping any track of it. For however long she was there nothing was feeling better. Ate because she had to, not because she wanted to or felt like it. Every so often she would look at that charred family picture to smile before she just ended up crying.

As for the other kids of the orphanage... It wasn't any different than when she was in public school, except now the times she spoke were evermore rare. Frisk knew they wouldn't understand and they definitely understand sign language. The kids here either didn't pay attention her or didn't like her and to be fair she was quite standoffish. She barely played, she was mostly by herself but she preferred it this way. And the adults let her be.

The kids that did interact with her didn't really extend much kindness to her. Found her lack of speech and loner tendencies odd. Didn't belong. They were all without families, why be alone? And perhaps they had a point--but they were terrible at showing it.

Today was one of those days.

"Give it back..." Frisk mutter. Her voice was so hoarse. How long had it been since she had spoke?

"Woah, did you speak? You said you want this picture back? Huh? Weirdo?" His voice was so taunting, condescending, didn't fail to make the other kids laugh. It made her feeling one of the only emotions she had been feeling since she had gotten here.

Anger.

"Give it back!" She grabbed his wrist and yanked it to try and get him to drop it. Unfortunately for her he ended up screaming and swinging his fist across her face, causing her to fall back on the floor.

"Holy crap, you're gonna get in so much trouble!"

"She started it!" He threw the picture down and ran away along with the rest of the kids to the outside. Immediately she grabbed the picture, stuck it back in her pocket. The pain stung her her cheek as she slowly got up.

"You okay?"

Frisk nodded, as if out of habit, but she didn't look up until after. It was a blonde haired girl that she saw a couple times in the playground. She was usually alone too but no one bullied her, everyone was generally nice to her. It was only now that Frisk noticed that she had a prosthetic leg.

"You don't talk much, huh? It is 'cause you can't or is it don't want to?"

Frisk shrugs, but before she can walk away the girl speaks again.

"You know, I know some sign language. You can sign to me."

Frisk pauses for a short moment, hesitant but she ends up relaxing. She signs something like, 'It's a little of both but mainly the latter.' Her voice sounded horrible to her. Hurt when she spoke, especially now.

"I see... Is your cheek okay? That guy punched you pretty hard... He's a total bully."

Frisk nods at both the question and the statement.

"Sorry... He's usually nice to me, so I'll talk to him. What's your name?"

She signs out, 'Frisk.'

"Frisk. Cool! My name's Dayma" She signs out her own name too.

For the first time in awhile Frisk smiles faintly, thinking she's found a friend.

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The next days Frisk spends are mostly with her; when she's around Frisk doesn't have to worry about people taunting and messing with her. They tell each other their stories. Dayma has apparently been there a little longer than Frisk. She was brought here when her mother went missing after Dayma lost her leg and had to get a prosthetic. She still seemed incredibly bitter about it. Frisk knew it would be a lot to ask, but if that policemen would just at least consider taking in Dayma too it would make her happy.

The two got along pretty well, Frisk still didn't speak as much as she normally would in the past, but that was because she didn't mind using sign with Dayma. Things finally felt it little better. She was still getting over everything but it felt nice to have someone. A friend around her age.

Yet there was a fated day were it all started to feel like it was crashing all around her again.

On the news she saw that an officer with the name tag of Shawn A. had gone missing. It nearly broke her. She knew that he wasn't... Gone. He couldn't be, but there was that part of her scarred heart that feared for the worst. That hope that he would be coming back was on the verge of being crushed. While the other kids continued to watch the news she walked out into the hallway to calm herself when she was met by a boy. Oh, the same boy who smacked her and never directly apologized for it. He looked embarrassed too. Made sense considering how awkward it must be to talk to the girl you punched. The pink face was new though.

"Uh, hi." He cleared his throat, "Frisk?"

She nodded.

"Yo, so I heard a rumor that you might be gettin' adopted."

The girl tilted her head. That was news to her.

"Yeah, you didn't hear? Some old couple were talking about you."

Frisk should've been happy by the revelation but with what she just saw on the news she just felt... Odd. Frisk took a moment before she looked back up at him and saying a low, "Thank you."

"Uh sure... S-- See you." He moved past her to watch TV with everyone else while Frisk went ahead to walk back to her room. That is until she stopped again to see Dayma. How many people were in this hallway tonight?

Dayma was wearing an odd expression, stood frozen and didn't seem to snap out of her trance until Frisk coughed to get her attention. She signed if something was wrong. Dayma shook her head. She took a breath before speaking.

"I think those people that he was talking about, that couple? That only wanna use you..."

Frisk blinked, she signed for her to explain.

"They aren't nice people! They hurt kids! Just like every adult... And what if they don't even adopt you? I mean, come on, are you really gonna believe the guy who punched you?"

She hesitated now. It may have seemed naive but he did seem sincere. He didn't seem like he was lying. But Frisk should trust Dayma... Right? Frisk didn't respond quick enough, so Dayma just continued.

"And that policemen you mentioned may never come back! He's gone missing, hasn't he? We can't let them take you... They'll hurt you..."

It made her flinch when she mentioned Shawn. What if he doesn't come back? What if he really is gone? What if..? She's never seen Dayma act like this, but she wasn't necessarily wrong. She shook her head. Frisk signed, 'Then what should we do?'

"We... We should just run away."

The girl nodded and then take a pause before signing with her hands with a tilted head, 'Where to?'

"The place where people go in and don't come out. Let's go to Mt. Ebott. Whatever is down there is better than what's here, right? And even if it's not... At least we don't have to deal with anyone anymore..."

There is hesitation, a shaky breath at what she's suggesting to her. 

And yet, in her fragile state of mind, with so many doubts and what ifs, she nodded...