Memories
~Chara’s pov~
I am happy that I can safely walk around in public, but I have just about had it with this dog I have to listen to every though she has… And since I don’t want to take full control all I can do is give her suggestions, and explain to her what words mean. At least she sees Frisk as her master, Frisk can get her to do just about anything too.
‘Food, Food, Side, Toy? Master Leaving! Have To Catch Up!’
I decide to suggest to find some food, it’s what we’re in the town for anyway.
‘Sniff out the food you might find something good’
‘Sniff, Sniff, Sniff, Sniff, Sniff, Sniff, Sniff, Sniff!”
Does she have to think something repeatedly to do it?! She has literally been saying Walk, Walk, Walk, Walk The Whole Way Down The Mountain!
‘Food! Food! Food! Food! Food!’
GAHHH, WHY CAN’T YOU LEARN YOU ONLY NEED TO SAY IT ONCE!!
Well anyway I better tell Frisk.
‘Frisk, there’s food here’
I take control for a few seconds to point to the right garbage can.
*Okay thanks!
Frisk opens it up and picks through it, they find some half eaten ribs.
‘Well those look yummy!’
I don’t know why anyone would throw them away… But hey if we have learned anything in our lives it’s not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
While we were looking through the trash we met some… Unsavory people.
“Why hello there, would you like come with us?”
Frisk shakes their head.
“Aww c’mon kiddie, your lost right we can bring you home. We just need you to come with us and we can take you home.”
Frisk shakes their head again, they look a bit scared. The guys are starting to look mad.
“You’re. Lost. Come. And. Get. In. Our. Car. We. Will. Take. You. Home.”
Frisk is shaking now, and when one of them grabs their wrist they scream. It was a horrible scream, it sounded broken as if several people were screaming at once and being cut off only to start again. Yet another reminder of what our “Mom” did to them.
I have the dog bite the back of one of their legs, right where the leg bends and he starts yelling immediately letting Frisk go so he could hold his leg.
‘FRISK RUN!!’
We both take off running through the darkest allies possible, we also take several detours just to be safe. When we get home we are out of breath, and our lungs hurt… I’m sure that Frisks throat hurts a lot though because even the slightest sound makes it sting. It has ever since that one time our “mom” got mad.
Our “mom” was real fucked up, I mean who forces a six year old to eat shards of glass! GLASS! Poor Frisk, I wish… I just wish I could have gotten her out of there, gotten her a better life. Frisk doesn't deserve what that woman did to them…