She knew she have nothing to do with it. She knew everything would change now that she lived with her... No. Through her mistakes. She was even smart enough to know, she mustn’t trust the girl she's stuck with. The girl she feared the most was now the one she calls her sister. Yet why was she acting rather dumb now? Why realize now that this isn't right, even though she knew that in the first place. She sighed, walking through the halls of her new school, placing her fingertips to feel the cold and smooth wall. It's too late. She's here now, so face it.
"Why don't we introduce you to my friend?" offered Chara, gesturing towards a figure, which she figured as a female, though her figure was draped by green flames which was covered by her uniform, that made her gave the thought of her in the feminine side.
"Hi. You must be Frisk. I'm Fuku, by the way. Fukufire Grillby." the flame greeted warmly. Heh, if only Frisk could tell this pun to Sans. Speaking of which, where is he? She hasn’t seen the short skeleton all morning. Maybe he's gone somewhere with Papyrus. Papyrus. She made a mental note of meeting the tall brother of her best friend. Just wanting to make sure, he's alive. But it won't matter, even if she knows that he's alive. He won't remember her anyways, and that thought saddened her. Snapping back to reality, she smiled at Fuku sweetly, letting her know she felt very welcomed because of her greeting. Fukufire Grillby? Is she related to Grillby somehow? The Grillby from that famous diner in Snowdin, Grillby's?
"So, Frisk. What do you think of our school? Does it achieve any of your liking?" asked Fuku, moving near her. Why is this girl so nosy? Why does she even care if she likes the school or not?
"Sorry, Fuku, but she can't answer you..." said Chara, glancing back at Frisk, before silently whispering to Fuku, in intent of not letting the poor silent girl hear, "She's mute."
Ha, she heard that. She could hear the words clearly, straight in her ears. Are they pitying her now? Chara was the cause of this, and now she's acting like she felt so sorry for her? She felt the urge of glaring at the girl, but her 'too kind' nature stopped her from doing so. How come she could hear the words clearly? It sounded very clear to her, like they didn't even whispered the words at all. Does this have to do with her being mute? 'Cause if it is, then being in this situation isn't actually that bad after all.
"Hey, Frisk. Why don't we go meet mom and dad? They'd be very happy to see you for the first time. Awake, that is." said Chara, tugging Frisk away from Fuku, and to the staff room before waving a goodbye to their fiery friend.
Toriel and Asgore? Back together? Now this is what she got to see. Her heart lifted as the label of the staff room appeared in their view. It was the same feeling she felt after arriving in this school. The feeling of yearning to be recognized by the ones closest to her heart. Excitement filled her as they stepped inside the area. Her golden gaze fell upon the first person she sees.
There she is. That recognizable purple gown caught her eyes, its wearer sipping aromatic coffee, while she red quietly on her brown wooden desk. She must've sensed the two enter, for she held her fur-covered face up to see them up close. Her dark red eyes widened at the sight of her two daughters, adjusting the lens of her pair of glasses. She stood to greet them, and embraced Frisk lovingly."I'm very glad you've arrived safely. Welcome, Frisk." smiled Toriel, still holding the girl in her arms, "I'm guessing you might have a clue on who I am, after this hug?"
Frisk gazed at Toriel, hope filling her golden eyes. What if she remembers? What if she has that chance to know who she is? Why else would they know that her name is Frisk if it weren't because of her? But then again, she knew that's an impossible situation. Maybe she's expecting me to say she's her new mom. And her next words proved her right.
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SilentTale [Sans X Frisk] (A Musical Frans Undertale AU)
FanfictionHush... To the sound of Silence. That of which, it shall not be heard. But it could. As they, of its eerie tranquility, the lull of ever so vacant of a voice, hides truth under the ironically opaque blanket of deceiving guilt. Guilt of a soul, posse...