LORE FOR HATEFUL!FRISK๐ผ
Frisk had always been a quiet child, their voice buried under the weight of their past. From an early age, they had learned that the world was cruelโespecially the one inside their own home. Their parents, the very people meant to protect them, instead became the source of their suffering. Harsh words, punishments that left bruises both inside and out, and a home that never felt like oneโit all shaped Frisk into the cold and distant person they would become.
One day, unable to take it any longer, Frisk ran away. They had no plan, no destinationโonly the desperate urge to escape. Their feet carried them far from the place they once called home, deep into the unknown. That was when they found themselves at the entrance of Mt. Ebott, a mountain surrounded by legends. People spoke of those who climbed it never returning, but to Frisk, that sounded less like a warning and more like an invitation.
When they slipped and tumbled into the abyss, they expected the end. But instead of darkness swallowing them whole, they awoke in a world unlike anything they had ever seenโthe Underground. It was quiet, eerily so, with golden flowers cushioning their fall. For the first time in what felt like forever, Frisk wasn't afraid. That is, until they met her.
The motherly figure greeted Frisk with warmth, kindness, and a place to stay. At first, it felt safe, but something wasโฆ off. Toriel was kind, yes, but also overbearingโtoo protective, too unwilling to let Frisk leave. Every time they tried, she would stop them, growing colder with each attempt. What started as gentle guidance turned into a cage. She spoke of keeping them safe, of protecting them from the dangers beyond, but her actions reminded Frisk too much of their parentsโof control disguised as care.
Frisk began to fear her. In the first few days, they hesitated, obeying her rules, but deep down, they knew they had to leave. When Toriel finally stood in their way, refusing to let them pass, something inside Frisk snapped. They had spent their whole life being controlled, hurt, and trapped. They wouldnโt let it happen again.
Through either determination or sheer desperation, Frisk escaped. They didnโt look back as they fled into the depths of the Underground, their heart racing. It was in the quiet snow-covered paths of Snowdin that they met him.
A skeleton with a lazy bored face and tired eyes, yet despite his aloof demeanor, there was something about him that put Frisk at ease. He didnโt ask too many questions. He didnโt push them to speak. He simply existed beside them, cracking jokes, watching over them from a distance, and offering a comfort Frisk had never known.
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