I'm here for ya kid (sans x abused!Suicidal!depressed!Frisk) *ON HOLD*

Prologe

Warning: there is stuff that can trigger, like self-harm and more, so read only if you dare. And a lot of cursing will be included, but some letters will be stared out, because I don't curse in real life so the bad ones will be stared.

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I walked into the already crowded cafeteria, and sat at a table. I took out the phone my friend got me for my Birthday, sadly she moved away.
I hid my face in my phone as I checked YouTube. But I quickly shoved my phone in my bag as I saw Braden, my bully step up to me. "Hey coward!" He yelled." You got that lunch money?"
I slowly took 5 dollars out of my bag, and placed it in his large dirty hands. His grin dropped,"that's all?!"
"Y-yeah, I'm not rich like you are Braden!" I shouted back. He grinned and knocked me to the floor, and walked off. Everyone was staring. So I quickly got up and ran into the girls bathroom. I sprinted into the biggest stall and let my eyes become waterfalls, as I took my pocket knife and only cut myself once, since I was at school and I didn't want my clothes to be covered in blood.
After a long day of hell, I rode my bike home. As I walked through the door I was greeted by the smell of smoke once again. I rolled my eyes and walked up the creaky stairs, up to my room. I took out my sketchbook and started to draw. Drawing was one of my ways of getting my head out of the dark shadow of my depression. I often drew scenery, animals, and sometimes very dark drawings.
*Bang!!!*
I jumped up and hid my sketchbook under my pillow once again and as quickly as I could I started picking up random junk lying around in my room, until I was too late. "You didn't do the dishes!!" My dad snapped,"you didn't do any of your f***ing chores!!" I took a step back and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I looked around in disgust, flies swarmed the over-full, trash can. The floor was littered with papers beer bottles and rotted food. The air was filled with smoke and the smell of drugs and alcohol.
My vision became blurry as I looked around and thought of how awful my life was. Warm rivers trickled down my face, as I washed every dish and finished every chore. Then I walked up stairs. I face planted on my bed. Loud sobs fillies the room. "FRISK, I'm going out!" I heard my dad yell from down stairs. A rush of relief filled me with DETERMINATION. As soon as I heard the door close I sprinted to the the nearest window and watched as my father drove off. My face was still a bright red and my eyes were baggy but I didn't care, I ran to the bathroom and splashed my face with water. I grabbed my bag and packed what I thought I'd need.
-clothes
-phone+phone charger
-water
-sweater
-snacks
I slipped on a blue turtle neck with magenta stripes. I pulled on some jean shorts, and jumped into my brown boots. I brushed my short, brown, hair, and sprinted out the door.
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