Frisk And Your Head Up

'Why did you have to give them that look? They're most probably on to you right now and it's only a matter of time until they discover our true interests.'

“Are you okay? You seem quiet.” Bender mumbled as he watched me carefully after I didn’t say anything for another minute.

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

“Avery!” She yells it again louder than before, after a while we heard something, at first I just thought it was a animal, but we heard the sound again.

"It's okay, none taken, after all, some wolves prefer to be locked up, while others prefer to be free, it's your choice" says Fredrick.

I see him walking in the corridor. Sometimes avoiding me. Sometimes I catch him gazing at me from afar. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we don’t. But it wasn’t until that day when I knew that something new has taken shelter in my evil heart. It was almost ten past nine. It was a dark night when I was sitting on the doorstep of Kennedy’s porch. I couldn’t help but fidget a little with the tingling in my left palm. It was there, cutting the surface of my hand, penetrating through the skin to my palm. It was my knife. Some guy embedded it in there an hour ago when they jumped Kennedy to take his money. If I wasn’t there, we both might have ended up dead. I know I could’ve just killed them back then but I didn’t want to risk my counterpart’s life. I really didn’t care about saving him. I just cared about saving

“How unfortunate, I thought we were friends,” says a sweet voice. The Gatekeeper’s white eyes are stark against her sunken sockets. Blond braids like snakes drift down her slim body, tattoos shifting and turning on her pale skin and furs draped over her exposed bones. “Might I say, that’s quite the set of scars I gave you, as well. I guess the other one had to go, too?” she cackles, eyes where my once unscarred breasts would have sat. I trace the scar left by my own handprint with the corresponding finger, where no heartbeat sits under my flat chest.

A familiar, whiny tone barked back at him. “But, Aiden, I won’t be able to hear what’s going on.”

I gaze up, slightly stunned to find him handing me a knife by the hilt. I slowly take it, knife in one hand and the core in the other hand. Even with the protective casing, I still feel the heat of the core being to burn through.

I turned once more and flinched as the feeling of being torn in two felt even more real. Ronen stood there, blood still running down his chest, but his eyes filled with fire. His hand holds me at my back while a fist his thrust towards my stomach. Something foreign was lodged in my midsection and filled me with fire and ice at the same time. I look down and see the hilt of a blade buried in my stomach, dripping blood.

I remember that it hurt. Looking at him hurt. I remember the pain, how it was so powerful it caused me to shift back into a human. I remember the thick scarlet dripping off the tips of my claws, how they changed to the gas I had poured all over my shaking exterior. I remember the expression on his pale face, how there were tears were falling from not just my eyes, but Froy’s too. The last thing I can remember was the light of the full moon. It was intensely bright, almost blinding when I turned my head up to the sky. Then everything faded to black.

“Something isn’t right about this place. I can feel…” he pauses, tilting his ear up. It was a brief moment of silence before he spoke the words, “Someone’s here.”

Have you ever felt what getting jabbed in the side with a knife feels like? Maybe even feared about what will happen next. If you have ever had a significant loss in your life that is what you would feel.

He began to speak in an unamused, horrified, and dark tone, “Game? Who told you that this was a game? Let me make this very clear to you buddy,” his eye began to glow again, and Frisk watched as a dinosaur-dog head, looking thing popped up behind him, “if you hurt anyone, and I mean anyone, then you are really not going to like what

I told rose you ran off once you gained continuances. You will stay put for a few days until it heals more, I will come by with food and water. I nodded and laid back down, exhausted from the turn of events. Days had passed and I didn 't know wether I should be bored out of mind or thankful that I wasn 't running from people who wanted my blood spilled. I wasn 't exactly sure where Jacques had taken me, it was nowhere near the cottage and quite secluded, but it was peaceful that was certain. I got back on a normal sleeping schedule as cold as it was, my dress and clock were covered in blood and Jacques really only provided the knife that had found its way into my leg and food and water. What was it about this knife that was so important? I spent these few days asking myself these kinds of questions. My leg still hurt but it was surprisingly healing which didn 't seem possible, which was another thing I realized when I began asking these types of questions.