Who knew.. (FRANS)

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"Don't let the sorrow swallow you, Instead let it guide you to happiness. Its hard, but that's the point, you will need to be strong to become stronger. You need to be determined in order to go forward." -FriskCarol

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"Frisk... Derick.." A raspy, weak but feminine voice called out, laying there helplessly on the bed, bony and pale under the 8 year old girl and early mid twenties man, shaking as tears fell from their eyes as they stood next to the bed.

"I-I...."Inhale"I'm... s..orry...." Voice growing softer and softer, before the man bent down and grabbed their hand in between his own, shaking his head rapidly.

"n-No! dont...d-dont say that! dont speak! you need rest! Please!" The man shook as he held the love of his whole life as they were slowly taking in their last breath.

They laughed, a weak, yet genuine laugh. "I....I wi..ll. I....ho..pe we...meet a..again." 

"m-mama..!" The girl called out before their hand slipped from the man's hand.

"I..Love..you two...with..my..life."

That was the day. The day a man lost his woman, his love, his life, his wife. And how a little girl lost her world, her life's teacher, her best friend...her mother..

Sorrow..

Sorrow had slipped through Derek, slowly drowning him whole, while frisk watched, unable to do anything because of her age and lack of knowledge. 

Liquor and drugs had become the puppeteers as Derek, Frisk's father, became the puppet. Frisk had turned 9 when she learned what drugs and liquor was, but not being able to do much, not being able to stop her father because he was so addicted, if he were to stop, he would most certainly die.

The type of drug he used was a drug where when the user used it, they would see the happy life they had in the past. His mind had crumbled, unable to work, unable to do anything. He would be at home or at some bar. But never anywhere else.

With this, Frisk had to take care of both herself and her father when it should have been vise versa. But Frisk knew better then to let it get into her brain, into her selfish part of her mind. She was not able to have a normal childhood after her mother's death. 

But then, she had heard from her mother's old friend, Gary, a kind gang leader that tries to get rid of the bad environment that pollution, and addiction to toxins had caused, that he knew the antidote to slow down the drug her father used on an immense level, so he could actually live if he were to stop his addiction. 

He didn't know where it was, but he had seen it before. He needed to pay back a dept he owed Frisk's mother, Natasha, so he and his gang had been trying to find it and give it to frisk right away.

But until then, Frisk had to keep living her everyday life. Then she and her father would finally be happy and Frisk could finally rest easy and start having a normal life like the other children her age. But sometimes she would wonder of how things would change. Would it be good? Would it turn out bad? Would he not like me? Would he not like me from how I changed? But most of all, What if he chose to replace mama?

He needed a knew source of love, and Frisk knew she could be just that. She was determined to be.

Maybe then, after all of this, maybe then Frisk's own sorrow would leave. Maybe then, she would never have to feel so so sad inside.

But..

Who knew what the future awaited.. 

Really...

Who knew...

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