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Frisk knows they’ll be dying today. They knew for a while that today was the day, it was marked down in their calendar after all.
They had woken up around 9am and packed their bag, not bothering to eat anything for the second day in a row. I mean, why eat when they’re just going to die anyways?
Their room was sparsely decorated and had little to no personal items, they only had a few things to miss, though they weren’t important, not anymore at least.
It took only a moment to say goodbye to the room they grew up in, their smile plastic and flimsy as they opened their busted door and left their room for the last time.
As they make their way to enter the noisy living room they hear yelling. Frisk sighs and walks into the room, they stare blankly at the wall as their parents argue for what seemed like the millionth time this week, screaming about how they should’ve just left each other instead of marrying to please their families.
Oh… Now they were blaming Frisk for their marriage, another oldie but a goodie. Their body moved silently to the kitchen where they grabbed a water bottle for their journey on the hiking trail.
It didn’t even sting anymore that they didn’t notice them walking away from their screaming match, it actually made them feel more comfortable and concrete with their choices.
Frisk made their way to the front door and looked back one last time with a sad smile. “Bye mom, bye dad, I’m leaving now…” they called out as their parents gave barely a glance at the frail teenager.
It wasn’t long before they made it to the foot of the mountain trail, their eyes squinting in the blaring sun overhead. Mt Ebott, the place you go when you don't want to be found.
They slowly trekked up the fading road and watched as nature ran its course around them. Their face grew warm from the sun and their hair messy from the occasional gust of wind.
Their stomach rumbled at the lack of food, but Frisk kept walking, their bag held limply over their shoulder as they trotted up the overgrown dirt path.
Birds chirped and warbled all around them while flowers and trees swayed gently, their body relaxed as they enjoyed their walk towards their end, knowing they would finally find peace.
After about an hour of hiking, they sit down on a mossy fallen tree and sip their water, letting themself enjoy the feeling of freedom as they gaze at the forest around them.
The sun was straight overhead from what Frisk could see so they guessed it was only about 12pm, they made it quite far in such little time to their surprise.
As they stand they sway slightly, their head fogging as they blink away black dots from their vision. They knew the lack of food was annoying but this was really getting on their nerves, this usually only happens when they overexert themself, but they’ve barely broken a sweat.
A growl leaves their throat as they stumble up and out of the resting spot before pushing their way up the mountain once again. Their mind buzzing with determination.
After another hour or so, Frisk finally sees the ‘sinkhole’, pitch black and deeper than the sea as they say in the stories. Frisk feels their hair stand on end as they feel drawn to it, their body itching to go closer, but they haven’t done what they wanted to do yet.
So they wait, they lift their sleeves and look down on thin bony arms, the tanned skin torn and slashed with white and pink scars. They haven’t cut their arms in so long… what’s one more time to an eternity of rest?
They smile and sit a few feet from the edge, eyes trained on their arms as they remember their past attempts at cutting, they felt themselves grow sad.
Tears threaten to fall as they remind themselves of their past reasonings for not cutting there again. Their fingers slide through the buttoned bag and pull out a wallet, an old tattered wallet with small flower designs raised along the front pocket.
They unlatch and flip the wallet open and carefully drag out a thin yet wide blade. Their mind starts racing once again as they grin at their old friend, the blade glistening in the sun as dried blood flakes off onto their fingers.
A sad laugh is tugged from Frisks throat as they bring the blade up to their arm, tears drip onto their hand as they press gently against their skin with the blade, not enough to hurt but enough to bring Frisks mind back to the present.
They blink and empty numbness creeps into their body suddenly as they glare down at their arm, with a quick and light flick of their wrist, blood beads up quickly.
Frisks eyes blankly stare at the blood and grows angry, their heart pounds in their ears, the pain reminding them of their shitty life, their need to be punished for not doing better threatens to destroy them as they flick their wrist again, yet this time with more pressure.
Anger turned to fury and fury to mania as they stripped their mental barriers down to rip and tear themselves apart mentally and physically.
Blood slowly trickles down their elbow and their mind is gone, they slash and slash at the same spot near their inner elbow, making a deep shredded mess that showed hints of orangey fat bubbling through, the pain stopped at that layer so they went to a spot above that.
After destroying their arm in several spots and watching their blood trickle quickly down onto their black pants they finally calmed down, their mania left them feeling empty once again as the rage and spite abruptly dissipated.
They laugh hollowly as they struggle to stand, their blade tucked neatly back into their wallet as they buttoned their bag shut once again.
The mentally disturbed teenager shuffled towards the edge and smiled, their blood dripping down their arm as they leaned forward slightly. Then they jumped.
Air whistling past their ears and tears streak their face as they fall, their stomach feeling like it was in their chest as they fell, terror came first at the feeling then relaxed acceptance flooded them as they closed their eyes.
A dull thud was all that echoed in their ears as their mind faded into pain then into blackness.