Now that frisk new that their family was there to protect them, there was nothing to fear. They laughed and ran about with all the people they called home, a true smile never dropping from their face. At night, they still suffered through awful nightmares. But now, they could go to their mother, or to their "Dunkle" Sans. One of them would always hold frisk, and just talk. Not about anything in particular, but just talking. If it was sans, they would always find some soothing qualities in his voice, his bony fingers gently running through their hair. With their mom, frisk slept. Toriel sang gentle lullabies and ran her large hands over their back.

Today, Sans was taking Frisk to the park with Toriel. Every week on Saturday, they would go out shopping and then to the park, where frisk would play tag with some of the other kids, or would sit on the swings and let themselves fly away from the world. Sans and Toriel would talk, about frisk, or about anything that needed discussing. how to school frisk, how to handle their ambassador duties, and so many more small conversations. When they ran out of things to talk about, they would tell jokes, and laugh just as hard as they used to.

Today, frisk was playing tag with monster kid. Sans watched on from nearby, smiling when frisk was no longer it. He began chasing after frisk, laughing, and they ran. He turned to Toriel, with a smile, and said, "gee, looks like those kids are having enARMous amounts of fun!" They both laughed, when Frisk ran into a rather tall woman.

They fell, down, and stood up to apologize, when they recognized who it was.

FRISK

It was mom. They knew the smell of cheap liqueur, and the way those eyes were cold. "Faith, is that you?" That was not their name. But they knew it. That was what they used to be, the one who just sat and took it. The one their mother called them. They rolled it around in their mouth, silently. faith. How Ironic. Their parents had always used faith and church as an excuse for many things. To blame, To explain why their son/daughter/child was a failure in life, and so much more.

"Darling, don't you mean Frank?" The other name that was not them. The name that was their father's. What he called them. Frank… this name was too hard for them. It didn't fit them either.

Then they felt the first hit.

Suddenly, the memories came flooding back!

SANS

Whoever that was did not just hit his kid. He got up and began to storm over, when he noticed Frisk. They were on the ground shaking, staring emptily up at the air, their eyes empty and not looking at anything in particular. Their breathing was becoming ragged, and Sans sped up. "HEY! You there, the ones punching MY kid!"

His Face was a taught mask of rage, eye sockets empty of the white dots that usually took residence there. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Toriel was now marching behind him, her eyes uncharacteristically angry. Both of them wanted nothing more than to pick frisk up and hug them until they couldn't breathe.

FRISK

They had no escape, they just had to sit and take it as their mother savagely began to rip and tear at them. Skin, clothing, hair, it didn't matter. They felt themselves falling apart."I-I promise- won't…."

"Good. Never say another word to me, or anyone. You are mute. You cannot speak." What she didn't know was that their mother didn't want them to tell anyone of how they were beaten.

more. more. more.

Their father had them pinned against the wall, slowly pulling their arms further up, and holding their feet to the ground.

more.

Their mother clawing at their back, her sharp nails leaving trails down there back. Their father taking them to the parties and showing off his power. Their pain. Living for nothing. Jumping into blackness. Death. Resets to avoid those awful people. All the pain. Starving for two days before your parents reminding you to eat. Anything before your fall. Every second of your life.

The flashbacks finally stopped, but you couldn't breathe. You saw Toriel running towards you, a look of worry on her face as she scooped you up and held you close against her, whispering in your ear, calming you down. She loved you. You were safe now. Your family was there. "m-mom…"

The once feared woman responded with venom. "What do you want with me?"

Upon realizing this woman was your mother, sans eye begins to burn with a bright blue magic.

SANS

These were the people who he had wanted to kill so badly for so long. He started walking towards this couple with a creepy, wide grin. He began to speak, his voice dropping an octave to a deep, low grumble that sounded like an animal cornering its prey. "So then. You're the couple who beat the life out of my kid for so long that they can't even see how amazing they are. You're the reason I almost lost them. You're the reason why I have to train with Undyne to release this anger. You're the reason why my soul is burning with the unmatched desire to kill you. So, are you ready for a bad time?"

The woman claiming to be frisks mother walked at him. "You will give me back my child right now!"

Toriel's face scrunched up with horror at the woman using her name for frisk, and he lost it. He drew upon the magic waiting in his soul, and sent the couple flying away at top speed. Their love was surprisingly high, but that had to have come from beating the kid. Sans smashed them around the park, bones flying after them. The couple was terrified, not knowing how to retaliate against the non-stop skeletal attacks. "Tori! Is frisk OK?" He was praying for a positive answer.

"They are OK, just shaken up…" He sighed with relief, and then sent the parents flying off to the left, not caring where they landed. he released the magic holing their souls, and turned away.

"Tori, let's go home.

FRISK

They went home, and frisk cried. They sobbed with pain and regret that this day had come. But they knew for a fact that their family would still hold them close.