Frisk's POV

Knowing fully well that Gaster was somewhere in the room I didn't want to enter. I would rather burn in the deepest parts of hell, over and over than see him again. He would have my head for escaping his lab... As a matter of fact I remembered escaping like it was only yesterday.

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I'd had enough. He threw me back into my cell and I'd landed on the arm he just stitched up. Of course, because I was so young, I couldn't hold it in or keep it quiet. SO I'd cried big, ugly tears. He'd banged on the cell door, scaring me into attention.

"Enough human. You're giving me a headache..."

I wanted to be snobby... I wanted to scream "Well geez! Sorry I'm sorry for the inconvenience jerk!" But I hadn't because he would have brought me pain. He had anger issues. Horrible horrible anger issues.....

Today he had tortured me again. For an hour longer than normal but he stitched up my arm as an award for forcing my magic to materialize a knife. I threatened to get better and throw many knives at him but he only seemed to enjoy it... This man was pointless..... A crazy sadist... I would kill myself before I let him kill me.

It was then that I noticed the cell door opened just a crack. Was I really that lucky? Yes his desk was right there and yes he was doing his notes but he wasn't facing me... My long lost determination was sparked suddenly and I allowed myself to get excited, but only for a moment.

It was all or nothing here.... If I was caught, he'd kill me, and if I made it, I was home free. I knew that Gaster barely ever left his lab and when he had, he was never gone long. So deciding that either way would be better than my current position, I called forth my magic.

It sparked, hurting me but I hadn't made a single sound. Slowly I watched the knife appear and harden. My magic abruptly stopped and with even more luck, I caught it before it hit the ground. Sparing a glance at gaster, I let out a small sigh of relief and sniffled to make the silence less suspicious.

When he didn't even react I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was about to do. I couldn't get too close. That would be the end of my little rebellion. I would have to approach it differently. I could recall being really good at throwing hard snowballs, so perhaps I would use those skills here to pin him to the wall.

I threw the door open and yelled "I will not be your guinea pig again!" Immediately he spun around in shock and smirked, calling for his own magic. In the time it took him to summon his magic I had thrown the knife. It had landed between two bones in his shoulder and got stuck in the wall. I couldn't believe my throw but still hadn't wasted any time on running. I could contemplate the throw later

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When Gaster had seen me in the elevator he had grabbed me by the neck and pulled me out. I gasped and clawed for air, but said nothing. Not that I could even if I'd tried. His dripping black predatory grin staring me down while he summoned more hands to hold me.

My first thoughts were not "Oh my god I'm going to die" No. It was more along the lines of "Damn, he's seen better days" and I wasn't wrong. A;; that you could make out was his face and his hands. The rest was all the black goop that is the void.

"Finally I can continue my studies..... Little rat" He hissed.

Okay, now the panicky "I'm gonna die" thoughts came into play. I started to regret escaping the way that I had. After I had escaped I hadn't intended on going back. I guess now that I was there karma was here to collect my debt.

I closed my eyes, ready to accept my fate but there was I thump and muffled voices. Gaster froze and listened closely, seemingly distracted. I didn't dare move. I was pretty sure that if my instincts were sharper that his were as well.

The silence was broken with Gaster's broken and chilling laugh. He even turned back to me and smirked before letting me go. "I suppose you were saved by the bell. You have something to deal with that cannot involve me I'm afraid... But make no mistake test subject.... We will continue this at a later date." He said. I didn't say anything I watched him disappear.

At first I hadn't understood what he meant.

But then.... The elevator doors opened. 

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Wowie! Alright so it was a close one!

What do you think is in the elevator huh? death?

I think I've made it pretty obvious. 

Perhaps not though. 

I enjoyed writing the flash back 

it was like a showing the first time Frisk was ever truly homicidal. 

So I'm going to be out this weekend!

Hope you all are enjoying your summer!

Leave a comment on have done, will do, or want to do! 

Have a good weekend everybody!