Chapter 34
"WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR POLICE TO ACT, ASGORE!" Sans yelled as Asgore was being perfectlt calm about the whole thing. Gaster was holding Sans back from jumping the human king. Toriel frowned and sighed.
"What can we do, Sans?" The woman asked.
"Go after her?!" Chara said, as if it was an obvious solution. Asriel agreed. The woman sighed.
"We can't." Undyne groaned.
"WHY THE FUCK NOT?! THE PUNK FELL IN THE UNDERGROUND, FREED US AND FOUGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS JUST FINE! WHY CAN'T WE HELP HER??" The red-head yelled. Alphys looked at her girlfriend then at Toriel.
"U-Undyne i-is right, your majesty." Alphys added. Everyone was silent.
"Oh, darlings. Let's not get our hopes down...Frisk is a strong soul!" Sans frowned. That's what concerned him most. Was she strong enough to hold the power of resets on the surface? Was she living through agonizing pain since her body refused to give up thanks to her determination? Was she ok mentally after meeting with her rapist? He had so many concerns.
"BROTHER...LAY DOWN. WE SHALL GO WITH THE POLICE AND GET FRISK OUT WHEN THEY ARRIVE." Sans sighed and let his shoulders slouch down in defeat. There was no arguing.
"fine...." Sans muttered and started leaving towards him room. He entered and sat on the bed. There, he saw a picture of him and Frisk, smiling, on the first day on the surface. It had been three months since then and life seemed so perfect.
"please be ok, sweetheart,,," He muuttered as he looked at the photo with a saddened smile.
Frisk was fine so far. The humans took her to some abandoned garage since the boat they wanted to take could only be there in two days and so she was sitting tied up while some monsters in suits were having fun. She needed to get out. Heck, she needed to report these fuckers to the police. From the snippits of conversations she heard, they were nothing but trouble. Firstly, they were involved with determination giving drugs and soul experiments. Some even more macabre then Alphys' experiment with the melted humans.
Secondly, the whole rape thing. Trafficants for that stuff. Totally disgusting if you asked her. And last but not least, her. SHE was a product of their fucked up tests. They somehow managed to insert magic and wings in her genes and recreated the gryphon race. AND THEY KILLED HER BROTHER! She was enraged. The good part was...they thought she was a failed test that couldn't use magic and could only change their eye color. She was thankful for that.
She was trying to stay awake but she got a good beating in the van so she would shut up when she kept talking so she could 1. gather info. 2.distract them and 3.maybe, just maybe, annoy them. The third one worked. That was a given. She was sore, bloody, bruised and almost felt like giving up. If the police couldn't find her tomorrow? Then she would be taken to the boat and sent to their base god knows where, where she would end up a lab rat or maybe even a sclave. And a sexual one too, it seemed. The sick man who rapped her was there AND eyeing her funny. Sje was disgusted by everything but so tired...
In the end, she had to give in and close her eyes.
"Frisky? Frisky, wake up." She opened her eyes to see herself in a field of flowers and in front of her, a gryphon.
"H-Hi...? Who are you...??" The gryphon smiled warmly.
"Well, i hoped you wouldn't forget family, you know?" The gryphon said to her. Frisk's eyes widened as realization struck her. The same hair, the eyes. Oh how she missed those eyes....She felt hers swell up with tears as she breathed out a name.
"Louis...." The gryphon chuckled.
"Come'ere." She practically jumped in the older brother's arms.
"Frisky, listen, bebe...I need you to stay determined, ok??" She sniffled.
"Ir hurts...." He sighed and ruffled her hair.
"I know, baby...but i need you to stay strong for me...For your family and friends, for that man who adores you so much. Sans, was his name, right?" Frisk blushed a bit. Her brother chuckled.
"B-but...these people...I need more time." Her brother laughed.
"Frisk? When was ever time something to stop you. Go make their lives a living hell just like how they did with yours and when you're done? I want you to cheer as loud as you can and dance in front of them for being able to get them caught. Got it, Frisky??" She smiled softly.
"Got it, big bro....Thanks..." He smirked.
"What are you thanking me for? For taking care of my dummy little sister? heh...take care, Frisky...I'm always here with you. I love you." She sniffled again, wiping her eyes.
"Love you too, Louis..."
Frisk woke up the next morning, refreshed somehow. Most of her wounds were healed and as she looked around, the people seemed trashed from the party last night. Frisk smirked.
"It's show time, fuckers." She put on a look that could only be classified as pure determination and her eyes glew red.
Frisk was determined.
*SAVE SUCCESFUL*