Chapter Nine

                                    

                                          
'Be a good girl and wait here.' Frisk's mother said.
                          
'Why?' Frisk asked like a curious child would.
                          
'I have to go with mommy to get you a surprise. We'll be back, alright?' Her dad patted her on the head with a smile.
                          
They walked away, leaving Frisk in the park. Frisk waited and waited. It was 3 hours of waiting.
                          
The sky was getting dark. Tornado sirens started to go off.
                          
'Mom? Dad?' Frisk cried out. But there wasn't anyone around. Just Frisk, alone. By herself as the rain started to pour mercilessly.
                          
Lightning flashes.
                          
Frisk started screaming. She screamed for her parents to come back. To not leave her alone. There was a tornado in a far distance. Trees creaked and crashed loudly. They whipped up in the air like they were nothing. Desperately, Frisk kept running. She tripped into mud, getting soaked from the murky feeling of it. Fear rises up in her, unaware the fact that her parents absolutely abandoned her.
                          
Firefighters and police were around. They found Frisk. It was hard to get her to calm down. She was screaming and crying. She was just shocked.
                          
The police never found records about her parents. They deemed Frisk as an orphan. Abandoned. Frisk was so heart broken by it.
                          
She grew up in a high class orphanage. It had good health care and a closed off school. Whenever storms happened, kids would make fun of her. Some would mock her that she wouldn't be adopted when they were in the process of it. Frisk felt truly alone.
                          
When she had turned 11 years old, she gotten her first period. It was abnormally painful. It put the care workers into a panic with how badly she was acting from the severity of the discomfort. They put her under emergency care. Massive cysts were found on her ovaries from the ultrasound. It turned out, she has endometriosis. They treated her with birth control until she had turned 18. She went on many different versions of it, but they didn't help her much. Too many side effects as well.
                          
No one had adopted Frisk due to her chronic disease. No one wanted an unhealthy child. It was too much of a burden, people had said. She was alone. Kicked onto the streets since she was an adult.
                          
Frisk would have many nights of tears. Especially when storms had happened. Being a woman living outside was dangerous for her. Creepy men would try to get her, but thanks to her orphanage, she learned self-defense techniques to escape them.
                          
To get by with money, she would often perform using her singing and dancing skills. Being a female helped her get that way. She didn't have much clothes and she didn't want to stink. She'd sneak into women's locker rooms at times to shower. Sadly, had stolen stuff to get by when she was desperate. She didn't have painkillers so her periods were awful again until she managed to buy or steal it.
                          
Eventually, she gotten used to sleeping outside. She had no friends. Nor family. Just herself to be the person she trusts most.
                          
Then....
                          
These rough looking guys approached her. They were part of a gang. they wanted to take her for themselves. Frisk was cornered. Petrified.
                          
Thank God there was someone else coming as she heard someone muttering they were going to call the police. Frisk sprinted as fast as she could.
                          
She heard legends about Mt. Ebott. If one falls down, they may gain a life they never had before. Frisk was tired of living this terrible life. She didn't care if she died this way.
                          
So she jumped and fell.
                          
Surprisingly, she survived the fall. She made friends with Chara, who was a spirit of Toriel's and Asgore's deceased daughter. She has a sibling by the name of Asriel.