Frisk's P.O.V

Blood. I needed blood. I was hungry. Nothing else would satisfy me. I wanted to shout at Shelby, take out all my anger on her for what she did to me. For digging her fangs into my neck. She smiled a chilling smile. "Wha-what..." I asked. "How did you...?"

"You know how I'm an orphan?" Shelby asked.

"Yes?"

"Well, I'm a vampire. I ate my family."

"What?!"

"I was born with a curse, and now I share that curse with you."

"Where am I meant to get blood from? How are you still living right now? How were you walking in the daytime?"

"Sunscreen, duh. And as for where you feed... come along."

I followed Shelby through a cave and into a big open area. Despite there being no torches, I could see perfectly. I could see the humans all trapped, suffering. All the bottles of blood lining the walls. And I couldn't help but smile. Immediately after, I slapped myself. This was no smiling matter. People were dying. Yet it seemed... fun to torture people. I just felt it. But I wasn't going to let evil consume me. Shelby smirked. "No matter how hard you try, Frisk, your innocence will wither away, leaving only the half of your heart that wants evil. That wants chaos. It's fun, it truely is. What's more fun, however, is seeing the people try to escape. These ones have been here for a little bit now. So I need new ones."

"You realise we are children, right?"

"Yeah, I'm not dumb. Just taste the blood. Then you can't deny anything."

Shelby handed me a bottle of blood. I wanted to throw it away, but instead, I popped the cork off the bottle and drank it all up. Nothing had tasted any better. I felt a change inside of me, a dark one. I put the empty bottle on a nearby table, my hunger now satisfied. "Shelby, I'm ready to have some fun."