Hey guys and gals! Curious is back with another lack of sleep induced fanfiction! But this one is based on Dancetale! Who else loves it?

...(Crickets chirping n the back ground)...

Well ok then!

Anyway, sorry about not continuing my Flowerfell fanfic. You can all blame school and the upcoming exams for my lack of DETERMINATION. now enjoy the beginning of, ' All it takes is HEART and SOUL.'

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Frisk ran up the hill, dodging trees to the best of their ability. Left, right, jump, left,leg up, arm down, duck. It was like some kind of elaborate dance. A mix of styles. Hip-pop, Tango, Salsa, Waltz, Hula, it felt like they had to do a bit of each just to maneuver themselves through the trees.

Why were they running through the woods on Mount Ebott in the first place? They mentally scratched their head for the answer. Oh yeah! It was to escape those bullies. They had been waiting for the silent child outside of school, just to torment them. Why you ask? Because frisk didn't have parents to stand up for them. So what if they were clumsy? So what if they weren't comfortable being referred to as one gender? So what if they didn't like talking? And so what if Frisk got better grades than them?

That last one was their own fault for spending less time studying and more time hurting Frisk. Honestly!

Frisk finally ran into a dead end. They were trapped between the quickly approaching bullies and a huge hole in the ground. They couldn't go around the stupid hole because stupid trees decided to be stupid and grow around the hole to block them from escaping. Stupid.

The bullies were now right in front of them, the hole a few feet behind. The leader was smirking in victory, slowly inching closer. He held his favorite weapon in his right hand. A baseball bat. Almost forgot! The guy was captain of the baseball team, and it definitely showed with how hard he swung that thing. Frisk still has bruises from months ago! They haven't gotten any broken bones yet, but they gave it a month or two before they were sitting in the infirmary with a cast.

How hasn't he gotten in trouble yet? Easy, he and his friends kept claiming they bruises they got came from their clumsiness.

He raised his bat, startling Frisk out of their thought. They took a step back, only for their before mentioned clumsiness kicked in. Their foot landed on a smooth rock, wet with some mud, and they went tumbling backwards. Their top half was inside the hole, leaving their legs remaining on the ground.

Nope, never mind. Their legs just weren't heavy enough.

Frisk screamed for help as they fell.

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But nobody came.

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See ya'll next time!