It was night, the scariest part of the day. I tossed and turned around in my bed, remembering the time when I killed my parents...all because of my worst diagnosis "sociopathy"
(Flashback when I was nine...)
"Heheh...where's my knife?~" I looked around for my nearest kitchen knife. I noticed my parents were asleep and I attempted to hold in my laughter. I found my knife and sneaked out my room quietly. I held the knife up, ready for the strike. I threw the knife down as fast as I could and stabbed them repeatedly in the stomachs. I dug into them and ate their organs like a rabid animal, until their stomachs were completely...empty...I laughed maniacally and just watched my parents' helpless bodies in front of my bloodlust eyes.
(End of flashback)
I jolted up with a flash and screamed. My friend Chara ran to the room as fast as she could, her black red hair glowing with anxiety. "Frisk! Are you okay?!" She ran towards me, extremely nervous for me. "Y-yeah Chara. Just uh...saw a rat..." I lied, making up the best excuse I could. She raised an eyebrow, suspecting a lie. My blue eyes were staring into her red eyes. "Alright, if you say so..." She replied sincere. She then turned off my lights and left my bedroom, leaving me in the dark. I tried my hardest to go back to sleep. But I couldn't...I felt weird in my head, my body was contorting in weird ways, and I yelled curses out of control. I felt hatred, rage, and punched a wall. I then heard Chara kick down the door with fury. "FRISK! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU?!" She screeched. I just couldn't control my craziness and psychotic movements.
This unusual attitude began to come and go...
For quite a long time...
(3 Years Later, Chara's POV)
I called in a detective to the house to figure out what the absolute hell was going on. I was very concerned and paralyzed. This was extremely nerve wracking to see Frisk acting the way she was.
I couldn't take it anymore...
"Hello, I'm Detective Rosemary. You must be Chara." She started. I nodded quietly. "So why did you call me to this house?" She asked while taking out a notebook. "So, my friend Frisk has been having...issues..." I said while sitting down. She wrote everything I said.
"Has she been contorting?"
"Yes"
"Any psychotic manners?"
"Yes"
"Hmmm..."'She then looked around the house. "I sense some very negative vibes coming from this house-"
I grew pale...
"-and possibly your friend..."
I grew pale again.
"There's a spiritual rage in this house that can possibly be controlling your friend frequently."
She said. I just nodded and continued to listen. I then smelled the only foul scent of blood...I looked in the kitchen sink and slowly saw blood squirting out from the sink.
Frisk was then behind me...
"Hello my friend~"
A/N: This was very fun to write! Hope you see this! Wattpad
Frisk OUT 🖤💙🖤💙
