Frisk stirred as she slowly began to wake up. She knew something was off but her mind was still too far asleep but as she slowly woke she began to notice things that were off. For starters she wasn’t in her bed. The blankets felt different than the ones that she knew were currently on her bed and it was much softer than the mattress that she had.
Frisk sat up and started to look around rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she studied the unfamiliar room. After a few seconds everything came back to her. She was out of the bed in seconds and then out of the room. As she looked around the little apartment was empty other than herself which relaxed her a bit but it also brought up questions.
Why was she in the bed? She remembered reading on the couch to pass the time, and so she didn’t have to think about what horrible things might happen to her once the skeletons returned. And she didn’t remember going to bed which had to have meant that she fell asleep on the couch.
Did someone move her? Surely she would have woken up if someone had touched her. She couldn’t have been so tired as to sleep through something like that. It hadn’t even been that late the last time she had seen a clock.
Who moved her? And What all happened while she was asleep?
Those were questions that she didn’t have any answers to and likely wouldn’t until someone came in.
Frisk paused in her walk around the apartment as she noticed something that she hadn’t before. There was a plate of steaming hot food on the table. And now that she noticed it she also was able to smell it and it smelt rather good.
Almost as if it was afraid that it was some kind of trap Frisk approached the table slowly and looked at the food sitting there. It looked like the kind of breakfast that her mother would sometimes make for her, especially on special occasions. Eggs, pancakes, and some sausage all sat neatly on the plate.
Frisk both heard and felt as her stomach grumbled in response to the wonderful smelling food but as hungry as she was, she wasn’t about to eat this. She didn’t trust it. And why should she? She had been kidnapped, locked away somewhere, though it was a nice place it was still a prison, and she had no idea what the skeletons who had caught her were planning.
“Whats wrong Dollface? Don’t like good food?”
Frisk jumped and spun around her eyes instantly falling on the shortest of the skeletons, Sans, she remembered. He was lounging on the couch as if all of this was completely normal, though who knows for him it could be.
“It ain't got anythin in it that will hurt ya. Hell Papyrus even made it for ya.” Sans continued but Frisk still didn’t make any move towards the food.
“I will not eat it.” Frisk said sternly. “I have no reason to believe that it isn’t drugged somehow.”
Sans shrugged from where he sat. “Suit yer’self Dollface. Ain’t no skin off my back. Though I would recommend eating, don’t know when Wingdings will be lettin ya get more. Especially if ya ain't cooperatin with him.”
Frisk frowned the name was familiar though she couldn’t place where she had heard it before. She had little doubt that it was the name of one of the skeletons that she had met the night before but there was somewhere that she had heard it long before that, if only she could remember where and what.
Frisk was about to point out that she had answered the questions that they had asked her the night before when she heard a strange sound before the door, that she had been unable to open the night before, and in stepped the last skeleton that she had met.
“Good you are awake.” The door closed behind him instantly and Frisk felt fear creeping up in her chest. She felt cornered, trapped, and she hated that. Frisk slowly backed up a couple of steps as the skeleton stepped closer to her before he frowned. “You haven't eaten yet…I know you must be hungry.” He said as he stepped closer. “Perhaps you believe it tampered with. Well I can assure you that it is perfectly safe. After all there is no point in poisoning you.”
Frisk actually believed that a bit. After all she didn’t have any way to defend herself if these monsters decided to do anything to her. But at the same time she knew that there were some drugs out in the world that could be just as bad and just as dangerous.
“I’m not hungry.” Frisk said simply deciding that she would rather go hungry than risk it.
The skeleton frowned for a fraction of a second before shrugging. “Very well. Suit yourself.” He moved around the table and sat down smoothly before gesturing to a chair as well. “Take a seat.” He said and when Frisk made no move to do as she was told his left socket lit up and she felt that same strange feeling from the previous night when she had been yanked around by the unseen force. A moment later she felt that same strange pull as she was forced into one of the chairs. The moment that she was seated the skeleton across from her blinked once and his eye lights were back to normal.
“Now then I do hope that I will not be forced to do that every time I wish to have a conversation with you.” though his tone was polite and relaxed Frisk could hear a slight threat behind it and it sent shivers down her spine.
“Look Mister. I already told you that I have nothing to do with the mafia. I don’t associate with those thugs unless I gotta.” Frisk said hoping that maybe he would listen to some kind of reason.
“Now that isn't quite true is it? After all you do appear to be quite close to Chara. And as it has been established that he is a rather well ranked individual within that particular group.”
Frisk hated this especially since she was sure that if she tried to get up and leave that this skeleton would be able to stop her before she was even able to stand. “Like I told you before, I have known Chara since we were kids. I do not approve of his choices and we do not discuss anything about his work at all." Frisk said firmly she wasn’t sure if the skeleton believed her but he sat back a bit with a thoughtful hum.
"I have yet to see a man react the way Chara does simple for an old friend. At least not for one who didn’t give some added benefits on the side." Wingdings said calmly causing Frisk to frown for a moment before turning bright red as she realized what he was implying.
"I would never!" She said almost offended "How dare you even suggest such a thing!" Frisk new that she really shouldn’t get so mad about that but this was just a combination of her fear and embarrassment talking.
Frisk would have continued but the skeleton sitting across from her stood causing her to be silent almost instantly. "I see. Well either way I suggest that you make yourself comfortable and eat something. Because you will not be leaving here for a while." Wingdings said calmly before turning and heading towards the door.
Frisk felt herself pale at those words and instantly she was on her feet "You can't do this! I …" her words were cut off once more when she felt a familiar weight on her chest and she suddenly found herself slamming against the far wall. Thankfully it wasn’t hard enough to really do any damage but it did still hurt. And before she knew it she was alone and that weight was gone.
Almost instantly Frisk rushed to the door and pounded on it. "LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"
Frisk yelled and yelled for what felt like hours. Yelled until her voice cracked.
But nobody came.
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