[ this chapter may contain some stuff that may make people uncomfortable; gore/bullying/general anxiety stuff that may hit a bit close to home. ]
[ edit: i did change frisk's pronouns to gender neutral! sorry about all that :D ]

The bell rang later that day and out came a stream of children, shoving and yelling. In the back, Frisk wandered behind. They glanced around timidly, their eyes scanning for any particularly familar figures. They pulled their backpack over their small figure in an attempt to shield their small form, growing smaller every day, it seemed.
To no avail.
The figure ran by Frisk, laughing as they went. Pulling on their hair, kicking their ankles, shoving them forward... sending poor Frisk flying to the sidewalk.

They whimpered as they looked at the fresh set of cuts on their palms, red and gravel-covered. They rubbed their hands on their dusty pants and glanced up. They stumbled to the bus, and peeked up through the windows. Every seat seemed taken... excluding a single seat in the back, next to the grinning bully. The bully whispered and giggled as Frisk walked up, they noted through the glass.
Frisk felt weird, suddenly. A panicky feeling made them want to run and never turn back. Their palms turned clammy and face felt burning. They turned on their and walked away from the bus. They could just walk home...

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Frisk cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. Toriel seemed to be pacing and having a meltdown. She glanced up, startled, as the door shut. Frisk waved, a bit paranoid regarding what sort of lecture they would get.

"There you are!" She exclaimed, reaching down to hug Frisk. Her expression quickly hardened. "Where were you? What's on your hands? Are you okay? I don't even know where you've been, school got out an hour ago..." Having smothered Frisk thoroughly in scolds and relieved kisses, she stood up and composed herself.
"Well. You are in trouble." She said with an aura of finality, her eyes narrowed. Worry still remained vibrant on Toriel's face, but she just sighed. She stood silent for a second.
Then. her eyes started examining the variety of bruises on Frisk's body. Toriel chose her next words very carefully... not.

"What are those?!" She cried, scooping up an alarmed Frisk. Toriel snatched Frisk's bright red hands, shards of gravel still embedded. Obviously, this was a rhetorical question. Frisk's eyes darted around, trying to find some way to explain.
Frisk sighed, bit their lip...
And began to quietly sob. They wrapped their dirt-covered hands around Toriel and cried hiccuping, scared tears.

"I'm sorry," Toriel hugged Frisk back, eyes also wet with tears. "I don't know what's happening, but..." Frisk wiped tears from their cheeks and looked up, their eyes a blurry mix between hopeful and hopeless. Toriel smiled sadly. "It's okay." She gently hugged Frisk, smoothing out her hair.

"We'll clean you up." Toriel said, placing a Frisk who was clearly not done hugging back on the floor. "Then, I'll make you your favorite - cinnamon-butterscotch pie!" Toriel smiled again, although this time it seemed just a bit more genuine...

Frisk beamed in excitement and followed Toriel into the next room, led by her hand.

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