"Criminal Record"

Beginning

Frisk's POV

The world flew past me as I sat on an old ripped-up seat on the subway train that brought me back to my old messy apartment down in the bad part of the cities. Work wasn't too enjoyable today as it always was, work was never enjoyable at that and never will be. People screaming, fighting, gunfire, and blood. Not a good sight to see as an everyday job. But you could say that was almost normal down around this area I lived in.

Working in the small bakery and bar wasn't at all fun at times, as you may say. Seeing as the cities were crawling with people hungry for blood, money, a job, or a young girl to rip apart for the pure fun of it and then rape them leaving them for dead in the streets where no one can hear them. 

It wasn't fair. None of it was fair to the poor people in the cities that were kind and just wanted to live their lives in peace without worrying that someone might kill them one day, or take their house and all of their money. I used to have neighbors with a little girl, she was about 3 years old and got kidnapped right out of the apartment...they never found her and they soon moved out after a few months of her kidnapping. I sadly never heard from them again...

I sighed fixing my long auburn hair up into a tighter bun to keep it out of my dirty sweaty face. Today was a long day, I was glad it was finally Friday. A few days to myself doesn't sound too bad at all if I say so myself. Being away from the horrible workplace, to be by myself sounded better than going to work the next morning and having to deal with angry customers in the morning then drunk perverts at the night. 

I looked around the lightly dimmed train cart seeing only a few handfuls of people around me. Either sleeping, staring at their phones, or just waiting for their stop so they can get off. They all looked like hard working people. Needing money to survive in this part of the cities.

The bad part of the cities.

Living on the worse side of them. Were the most crime happens and death rate. I haven't seen much suicide on this side of the cities. But I've heard about them. Someone on the floor of my apartment jumped off there becony due to their boyfriend raping her then left taking all her money she had left to her name and that kept her stable around these parts. 

I felt bad and help clean out her apartment the next week for the new owners that were going to move in shortly. No one deserves to die like that and be used by someone you thought you loved so very much. Just for them to take advantage of you and take everything you might hold dear to you. 

I sighed feeling the subway cart stop as I get up walking out of the train onto the empty loading docks. I pulled my thin hood up from my dark black hoodie and made my way up the steep stairs to the sidewalk. I still had a few minute walk to my apartment left.

I looked around the dark alleyways having a weird feeling. I hated these sides of the cities. Ive been saving a lot of my money to get out of the cities to get a nice house of my own. Hopefully meet someone to fall in love with...

When my parents were alive and around. My mother always talked about love. And how love is the most powerful thing in this world. She always talked about how she loved her husband and me and my siblings.

I always was the one that loved the thought of meeting someone and falling love. I wished for years and years to find the right person for me.

But I wasn't having much luck now. The cities is a dangerous place to meet someone like that. Someone that ain't gonna hurt you or use you just for your money and sex.

I shifted my shoulders to feel better since I was all tensed up. I walked up the narrow stairway up to the 5th floor of the small apartment.

I looked down the dim hallways as I counted the doors down the hall.

"1...2...3...4...5...6...7"

I grabbed my keys opening the door up to the 7th room. On the 5th floor. A tiny apartment room fit for one person. Me.

I shut my door locking it then drop my keys on the small side table by the door. I took my dark hoodie off and looked at myself in the mirror. I badly needed a shower tonight. I ran around so much I started to sweat a lot.

I rolled my eyes taking my bun out as my hair fell into my face blocking my view around me. I growled softly and fixed my hair with my fingers trying to get all the tangles and starles out of it. I sometimes hated how long my hair was, but it was the only thing that made me confident in myself. I really hated the way my face looked. How my body looked...

I pushed the thought away and walked my way down to my bathroom to shower. I was in very much need of a hot steamy shower right now. To take my mind away from all these thoughts and worries in this world.

Maybe one day. I will meet that person for me.

I just gotta wait and see...

3rd Person POV

"Inmate Gaster Sans. You are free from your charges."

"Oh am I now?"

"...No. But you have surveyed your time here well enough."

"As ya say."

He was being released from the most powerful and locked in prison in the whole world. His time there was survived well over the 4 years of being there. Locked up alone in solitary confinement. It wasn't the worst thing he has been through. But the prison hasn't seen anyone as bad as him before.

The world around him hand changed now. His records weren't clear.

He didn't have a choice in the end of it. He had to go to prison one way or another. He wasn't getting by that easily.

Being set free from the prison he had been in so long had changed him. He defiantly didn't wanna go back there for another 4 years of his life. But his whole life was evolved around crime.

He needed a new mission.

And his new mission wasn't gonna be as easy as stealing something. No no no...this was gonna be a hard job for him to even handle. He knew the job at hand was gonna be a hard one.

He just had to find the right target.

His mission.

Was to find a girl.

-Kyler Lynn

Until then