*Frisk's POV*

There was Bella.

Bella was a monster girl, with green slick hair and lime green eyes, the pupil just a slit. She was the first roommate I had. 

When she was shoved into my cell, I could see she had been crying, her face slick with tears.

Don't let her creepy looks deceive you, because the first thing she whispered to me was, "... Please... don't hurt me..."

Her innocence stung my heart and I was filled with pity.

What had this poor soul been through?

It wouldn't be wise for me to stay silent this time, and I took up the chance of helping her as soon as I could.

"Don't worry... I wont..." I whispered in the same tone, but with a more gentle sound.

Bella looked up at me with her sharp, detailed, green eyes and she even smiled.

Sharp, sharp rows of teeth.

One of the most memorable thing about her was her sharp teeth. 

They were slick, and looked wet, as if she hadn't finished swallowing her water before smiling.

I was afraid the slickness would drip to the floor, then I didn't care because I could see the floor was already stained with blood and other crap.

"Thank you miss..." She whispered, her voice still soft and weak.

Though I could feel the trust she had for me.

Poor girl trust to easily.

"Please... it's Frisk," I said holding out my hand to her.

When she gripped my hand to shake it, I struggled to keep down my shiver. The scales felt just as slick as her mouth looked, and when I pulled my hand away, I was surprised to see it dry.

"Bella." Is how she introduced herself.

That is how I met my first roommate, and I was glad to know she was about 5 months younger then me.

Finally I wasn't the youngest.

Wasn't the weakest.

I should say I felt selfish for my pride in her weakness, but all I felt for her was pity and worry.

How was she going to survive prison?

How did she even get in prison?

I found out the second time I had an encounter with G.

Once again, it was in the lunch room, and I had walked in with Bella as I wondered how many secrets I would discover in that room.

"Do we just get our food and sit down?" Bella asked me.

Number 65 of her questions. 

I suppose I shouldn't have been so annoyed. It isn't the poor girls fault she didn't know what to do.

I remembered how I was just the same.

Though I didn't have anyone to help me.

Perhaps that's why I helped her as much as I could.

"Yup. Careful not to sit next to the tough guys. Or the small group of girls," I looked around the lunchroom and finished my warning, "Or uh, anyone really." 

Bella nodded with understanding and got some food.

Hesitantly.

I shouldn't blame her, the food was terrible.

Though when Bella took a bite, she spat it out quickly, along with slick slobber that doesn't seem to disappear from her mouth.

"This taste terrible! Nothing like a corpse!" She exclaimed as she wiped her tongue, making more water slop into the tray. 

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help from laughing at the funny sight.

Her spit and chewed food looked so bad it made me want to puke. So to keep from puking, I tried laughing to keep it down.

Bella glanced at me, her tongue hanging from her sharp rows of teeth.

To my luck, she wasn't angry or upset. 

In fact, she began laughing with her. Her laugh made water splatter everywhere and this made us laugh harder.

No one looked at us, mostly because lots of things happened in the cafeteria. 

Fights.

Games.

Food wars.

Sometimes even an occasional rape.

It was so loud in there, our laughter was like a marble added to madness.

Do the guards ever care?

The only thing they ever care about is if you try to escape.

Except all laughter, games, and fights always stopped when G walked into the room.

He burst open the doors and I stopped laughing the same time everyone else stopped what they were doing.

Bella does the same and looks at the skeleton in the doorway, in his hand is a cigarette that burns softly.

More proof the guards just don't care.

G smirked and his eyes scanned the room, trying to find someone to beat.

Someone to tease.

Bella clutched my arm and once again I had to hold down a shiver.

Not just from her hands, but from the fear of G.

"Is that the G guy...?" She whispered softly, her voice laced with fear.

I just nodded, afraid that if I spoke my voice would have the same feeling.

Why do I fear him? I remember thinking this to myself while I stared at him. He hasn't hurt me yet. Maybe he wont ever hurt me.

This was a dumb thought, and I knew it too, but for some reason, it made me feel slightly better.

Slightly.

G walked into the room, his eyes not trained to something specific, but I could see he was walking to me and Bella.

No one moved their heads to look at him.

No one moved their eyes to look at him.

Not one person in the room breathed.

They all were waiting for what he would do.

What he did shocked us, but still no one said anything as he shoved the monster guy next to me onto the ground. He kicked the monster over and over until he screamed for mercy, and I felt ashamed at my relief of the monster not being me.

This, wasn't the shocking part.

People seemed to be used to his random gestures of violence, although Bella and I weren't. 

The shocking part (for others) was when he finished and sat right next to me and said, "Mind if I sit here doll?"

Of course I minded.

He terrified my soul into my throat and knocked a monster out like it was his daily workout routine. 

Of course I was afraid.

Though I could feel Bella's trembling body next to me, and I knew I had to try and be brave somehow.

Whatever it is that makes younger people make you feel braver, worked perfectly for me.

I swallowed my fear and continued to stare at my plate.

Then I said in a blank tone, "No..."

Who knew one word could have so much power?

Even though I was allowing him to sit next to me, I still heard the sharp intakes of breath that came from everyone in the room.

They held their breath, and I did the same.

"Oh so she speaks!" G said with amusement.

I wanted to slap the humor out of his voice and into the terrible food, just to see what his expression would be then.

Probably just more arrogance.

Though I never found out, because I never slapped him.

Instead I said a bit more confident, "Of course I speak. Why wouldn't I?" 

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Of course, get him to talk more by asking another question, what a wonderful idea I had without thinking. 

I could tell everyone else repeated the same words in their head and G looked slightly shocked.

That one expression.

Although it lasted only a moment, it was satisfying, and I fought a smile.

I filled with determination.

"Oh... She likes to speak..." His expression turned into a smirk and I struggled to keep my eyes on my food instead of his mouth and Bella's sharp teeth.

"So do you," I said as soon as his words settled.

I could feel the tense feeling that covered the room, connecting everyone with a uncomfortable silence and empty fear. 

Everyone stayed silent as G stood up, grabbing my chin and yanking me up with him, Bella's hands letting me go quickly.

"Excuse me...?" G growled, his voice strong with anger.

Although the yanking hurt my neck, and made me almost puke up on him, I couldn't stop. The determination surged through me and I felt like I could do anything in the world. I felt like I could survive anything.

So I answered with, "... I didn't stutter..." 

When G snapped, that is what made me terrified of him.

When he punched me in the nose so hard I saw stars and the blood from my nose splatter onto his fist, as if that wasn't enough for him, I felt him do it again and I couldn't understand why I didn't scream, that is what made me fear him.

That's when the pain came.

It started at the bridge of my nose, and spread to my entire face, each nerve throbbing with a stinging, thick, pain that felt just like the blood that dribbled down my numb lips.

Once again he punched me and I cried out with more pain, tears filling my eyes or already streaming down my face.

I couldn't tell because I was focused on the angry blurry face before me.

G's dry anger was easy to see and I could feel it as he held the collar of my jumpsuit.

Again.

Then again.

Soon it was too much for me and I collapsed, then feeling the connection of his foot and my stomach at intense speed.

I coughed blood, feeling the clot in my throat as it sputtered out my mouth.

G wasn't angry anymore, this was just for his amusement now.

I could tell because when I tried to look up at him with a shaking body and blurring tears, I could see his sickly smirk.

No one helped me.

Not one soul helped.

I could see a few eyes watching, but everyone else just stared at their food, knowing just what would happened, knowing that I shouldn't have been stupid enough to speak at all.

I felt the determination leave me, and that's when I saw Bella.

I could see her expression was full of fear and shock.

But her eyes were full of want.

And her teeth dripped with the need for blood.

That's how I found out Bella, my First Roommate, wouldn't help me even if she had killed people before.

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A/N: DON'T WORRY BELLA ISN'T A MAJOR CHARACTER!

She's just a friend to Frisk, who is kinda a pansy.

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