Twenty teens. Abducted. To play a game of man hunt.

______________________________________________ (Warning: ) •This story contains both (mostly) Frans and Soriel •Self harm •Blood •Depression ____________________________________________ Drip. Drip. Teardrops falling to the ground. From a girl, who lost her only love, to her own mother, Toriel. A confession to a heart that's broken. Why is love so cruel? Why is he so cruel? Why do I love h i m? No one really knows the answer. But all she could ever think is how dumb she was to ever think of being something more to a close friend of hers, putting her own mother's happiness at edge. How s e l f i s h . _______________________________________________ Characters in this story do not belong to me, they belong to Toby Fox.

Frisk is fed up with the same over and over again, so she decides to do the right thing to save everyone. She did not expect the new route that would emerge from her decision

"Looks like Chara's been busy while you were away, Frisk... " **Probably going to be a bit graphic, also prepare for some frans content ;)**