"Human?"
The gruff female voice seemed distant and sounded so very faint, but Frisk instantly woke up.
Apparently whatever dose of sleeping drugs Toriel had cheerfully given her in that cup of cocoa the night before was nowhere near as strong as the stuff the goat monstress had slipped into her pie when they first met at Grillby's . As consciousness quickly began to overtake her sleepiness, Frisk was relieved to find that she woke up with a very clear and alert mind without any traces of grogginess or confusion. That was good sign.
Reciting a silent prayer in her mind, Frisk tried wiggling her legs and nearly gave a shout of joy when she felt her limbs respond. Yes! Clear mind and working legs. In order to escape or at least plan her escape for today, she was gonna need both her brain to be functioning at its highest level and a somewhat useful body.
After all, if Toriel's insanity were at the same levels as they'd been yesterday, Frisk knew some parts of her body were gonna be her worst enemies if the crazy goat lady planned to stuff the same amount of food down her throat today.
Yesterday, she fed me so much I nearly exploded, Frisk thought, wincing at the memory. I'm lucky that I didn't wake up with all that food coming back to... haunt... me... Frisk frowned as something dawned on her. Wait a minute ...after all that food I ate... I DON'T have any pain? Frisk's frown deepened as she looked down at her stomach. I don't need to use the bathroom ...what the hell?
In fact, if Frisk were to ignore everything else about her current situation, she would dare say her body had never felt better in her whole adult life. From what she could feel, her stomach had flattened out as though she hadn't gorged herself on plate after plate of food and she felt so energized that if given the chance, Frisk gambled that she could run at least five miles without breaking a sweat.
This isn't normal. My body shouldn't be feeling like this, Frisk thought and then as if to clarify that something really was wrong with her body, her stomach gave out a slight rumble.
Frisk's eyes widened in disbelief.
I'm hungry. How in the hell can I be hungry?! After eating that much, I should be good on food for at least two months, lying in bed, or on the toilet, gripping my stomach and screaming in agony, begging for Toriel's belly rubs.
At the thought of that particular memory, Frisk inwardly shuddered. Even though she knew it was the painful and mind-clouding effects of that first drug Toriel gave her at Grillby's that made Frisk more than okay with Toriel's belly rubs, it still was embarrassing and degrading to think about. She hoped Toriel NEVER used that drug again.
She hadn't even realized how truly insane that whole situation was until those drugs wore off.
"Punk? Seriously, get up."
Nevermind any of that, Frisky. Forget the food, the drugs and the weird shit your body is doing for the moment. Just be happy you can walk again, she thought, narrowing her eyes as opposed to answering or letting the impatient voice know she was awake.
But speaking of belly rubs and those drugs, we'd be smart to play it better safe than sorry, Frisky. Let's give you a small pop-quiz to make sure your mind is as clear as you think it is , that small, strong but cautious part of her mind suggested.
Frisk inwardly nodded.
Where are you?
In a nuthouse.
How'd you get there?
I was kidnapped by two very big and incredibly strong lunatics.
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Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine
FanfictionFrisk sang for a living. She sang in clubs that were populated by mobsters, murderers and the most violent criminals her city had to offer. She honestly thought things couldn't get any worse until corruption in the form of a grinning skeleton came s...
