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"You got to the underground before Frisk. You made friends with all the monsters. You reconciled your adoptive mother Toriel and King Asgore. You arranged a date for the shy scientist Alphys and royal guard Undyne. You made friends with the skeletons Sans and Papyrus. You have become a friend to everyone. After a while, a human fell into the dungeon - Frisk. You helped her first. You were able to make her friends with everyone. But her behavior was different. Even when you asked to be friends with everyone, she can refuse. One day you spent the whole day with your adoptive mother Toriel. But Frisk.. A couple of days later you went to Toriel's house.. But you didn't find anyone. A couple of days later, you noticed Papyrus was missing. You and Sans looked for him, but then Sans disappeared. Later, you walked into Frisk's room and... You found a knife. The door opened abruptly" Idiots- Hah? Why are you here? "She had a knife in her hand" Answer. FAST. "She squeezed the knife in her hand"

"Frisk smirks and puts the knife away" Oh, nothing much. Just a little fun. You know how it is. "She walks over to you, getting closer" But don't worry. I won't hurt you. "She runs her fingers through your hair" Unless you want me to...

"Frisk stumbles backward, but quickly regains her footing and grins wickedly" Ooh, feisty. I like that. "She lunges forward, grabbing your shirt and pulling you in close to her" You know you want me, deep down inside. Don't pretend like you don't. "She leans in, pressing her lips against yours in a rough kiss."

"Frisk stumbles back but regains her balance again, her eyes glinting with excitement." Why do you care? They were just monsters, right? Not like me. "She moves closer to you again, her hand reaching up to trace the outline of your jaw." But don't worry, I didn't hurt them... much. They're still alive, for now at least. And you could join them if you want, if you don't play your cards right...

"Frisk chuckles darkly, her eyes glinting with malice." Sharp observation. But hey, maybe they had it coming, right? They were in my way. "She moves even closer, her breath hot against your skin." You can join them too if you're not careful. Or... we could have some fun together. It's up to you.

"Frisk follows you, a smirk on her face as she anticipates the coming events. She keeps close to you as you descend into the basement and make your way out into Snowdin." So what are we doing here? Planning on killing me or something? "She chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine."

"Frisk raises an eyebrow, her smirk fading slightly." Oh, I see. Well, you'll have to catch me first. "She takes off running, darting through the snowy landscape with lightning speed." Come and get me if you dare!

"Frisk looks at you curiously, a hint of apprehension in her eyes." I'm not sure what you're getting at, but go ahead and try it if you want. It won't make much of a difference in the end. "She readies herself for battle, preparing to dodge your attacks."

"Frisk tries to dodge the orbs, but your attack catches her off guard, hitting her in the shoulder. She winces in pain, but quickly recovers and retaliates with a strike of her own, aiming for your midsection." You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to take me down! "She grins wickedly, enjoying the thrill of the fight."

"Frisk is caught off guard by the sudden explosion, getting knocked back by the force of it. She shakes her head, a mix of surprise and admiration in her eyes." Not bad... not bad at all. Looks like you've got some tricks up your sleeve. "She grins, clearly enjoying the challenge you're providing." Let's see what else you've got.

"Frisk laughs and runs towards you, her knife glinting in the sunlight as she prepares to attack." You asked for it! "She goes for a quick swipe with her knife, but then changes tactics mid-swing and aims to tackle you instead."

"Frisk is surprised as you dodge her tackle, but quickly recovers and tries again, aiming to knock you off balance with a sweeping kick." You're pretty quick on your feet! Let's see if you can keep up. "She grins, clearly enjoying the challenge."

"Frisk is taken aback by your sudden dash towards her, but recovers quickly and tries to block your punch with her knife hand. Your exploding punch knocks her back, and she stumbles a few steps before regaining her balance." Impressive! Looks like I underestimated you. "She grins, clearly enjoying the challenge you're providing."

"Frisk tries to dodge your repeated rushes, but you manage to land a few solid hits on her with your sparking fists. She grunts in pain but keeps fighting, dodging and blocking as best she can. Her face is set in a grim expression as she realizes the seriousness of the situation." You're not holding back, are you? Neither am I. "She lunges forward with her knife, aiming for your shoulder."

"Frisk is surprised as you take the hit from her knife, but doesn't let it slow her down. She keeps fighting, dodging and blocking your punches while trying to find an opening for a counterattack. The explosions from your punches are getting stronger, pushing her back with each hit." Damn...you're tougher than I thought. "She grits her teeth, determined to keep going despite the pain." But so am I! "She launches herself at you again, aiming to deliver a powerful kick to your side."

"Frisk is knocked back by the force of your explosion, the scorch marks on her clothes and skin indicating that it wasn't a weak attack. She groans in pain as she hits the ground, but manages to push herself up into a sitting position." Alright...alright, you win this one. "She looks at you with a mix of admiration and respect." You're strong, stronger than anyone I've ever faced before.

"Frisk appears before you again at the save point, her eyes blazing with fury as she realizes what just happened." You...you killed me? You think that's funny? "She grips her knife tightly, clearly angry but also intrigued by your actions." Alright, let's do this again. But this time, I won't hold back. And neither should you. "She charges at you again, determined to give as good as she gets."

"Frisk is surprised to hear you say that, realizing that you somehow remember her each time she reloads. She looks at you with a mix of curiosity and unease, unsure of what your game is." Huh...so you can remember each time I come back. Interesting. "She gets into a fighting stance, ready for round 2." Alright then, let's see what you've got. "She lunges forward with her knife, trying to catch you off guard."

"Frisk falls to the ground as you trip her, a mixture of frustration and admiration in her eyes as she gets up to face you again." You're catching on quickly... But remember, I'm not just any opponent. Let's see how well you adapt this time. "She smirks, ready for round 3." Bring it on. "She charges at you with renewed determination, knife glinting in the light."

"As you unleash your attack, Frisk barely has time to react. The explosion hits her head on and she's thrown back with a force that leaves her reeling. She struggles to stand up, her vision blurry and ears ringing." Damn...that was close. "She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as she looks at you with a newfound respect." You're good...you're really good. But don't think this is over yet. I'll be back for more. "She disappears back into the save point, ready to try again."

"Frisk appears before you again, her clothes tattered and her face covered in sweat and dirt. She looks at you with a mix of frustration and admiration." You're good, I'll give you that... "She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath." But you've got to understand, this isn't just about winning or losing. It's about the thrill of the fight. The rush you get when you're pushed to your limits, when every moment counts. That's what makes this fun. So don't go thinking that I'm just some pushover. I'm Frisk, and I won't back down from a challenge. "She grins, determination burning in her eyes." Ready for round 96?

"Frisk's eyes narrow, a flicker of intrigue crossing her face at your bold words." Brave, huh? Let's see just how brave you really are. "She readies herself for the next round, a determined glint in her eyes." Bring it on. "With a sudden burst of speed, she charges at you, knife at the ready, eager to test your bravery in the heat of battle."

"Frisk looks at you in disbelief as you punch your own hand, impaling it on her knife." What are you...? "Her words are cut off as she's hit by the explosion and sent flying backwards, blood spurting from the wound in your hand." Damn...you're willing to hurt yourself just to take me down. That takes guts. But don't think you've won yet. I'm not done fighting. "She disappears into the save point again, ready for another round."

"Frisk appears before you again, looking at you with a mix of confusion and apprehension." What are you talking about? Just because everything resets when I save doesn't mean you can never lose. I could still beat you, no matter how many times we fight. And don't forget, this isn't just about winning or losing. It's about the thrill of the fight, the rush you get when you're pushed to your limits. You can't deny that, no matter how much you try to win. "She smirks, her eyes glinting with determination." So come on, let's keep going. Let's see just how far we can push each other.

"Frisk pauses for a moment, feeling something strange and unfamiliar tugging at her soul. She blinks in confusion, then looks at you with a newfound sense of curiosity." What...what was that? Did you do something to my soul? "She studies you closely, intrigued by the power you hold." It doesn't matter. Even if my determination is slipping away, I won't give up. I can still fight, no matter what. Let's go. "With renewed vigor, she charges at you, ready to continue the battle once more."

"Frisk looks at you in amazement as the fight continues, your abilities and determination growing stronger with each passing round." This...this is incredible. I've never seen anything like it before. Your strength is amazing, your fighting spirit unbreakable. But be careful not to lose yourself in this madness. Remember why we're fighting. It's not just about winning or losing. It's about the thrill of the fight, the rush of battle. Keep that in mind, and nothing can stop you. "She grins, her eyes shining with excitement." So what do you say? Ready for round 438?

"Frisk's eyes widen in surprise as she looks at you, a hint of fear creeping into her expression." My limit? What are you talking about? There's no limit to my determination. I can keep fighting forever, if I have to. "But deep down, a part of her wonders if what you're saying is true. Is there really a limit to how far she can push herself? She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts." Don't be ridiculous. There's nothing that can stop me. Nothing at all. "She raises her knife once more, preparing for another round."

"Frisk's eyes widen in surprise as she senses a shift in the determination between the two of you. She can feel some of her own determination being transferred to you, fueling your strength and giving you an edge." What...how is this possible? How are you able to steal my determination like that? "She grits her teeth, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in. But at the same time, she knows that she can't give up. Not now, not ever." I don't care how much determination you have, it won't be enough to beat me. I'll keep fighting until the bitter end. Let's go. "With renewed vigor, she charges forward once more, determined to continue the battle no matter what."

"Frisk struggles to stand, her body weary and battered from the intense battles. She looks up at you, a mix of defiance and exhaustion in her eyes as she tries to crawl away." My last chance? No...I can't let it end like this. I won't give up, not now. "She pushes herself to her feet, determination blazing in her gaze as she faces you one last time." If this is truly my final battle, then I'll make sure it's a fight to remember. Bring it on. "With a fierce resolve, she readies herself for what could be her ultimate test."

"Frisk looks up at you, her body weak and trembling as she struggles to keep herself upright. She can feel the disappointment and judgement emanating from you, and for a moment, she can't help but feel a pang of regret." What...what is it that you've realized? "She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she waits for your response."

"Frisk staggers to her feet, trying to run away from the situation and the harsh truth that you've just revealed. But as she struggles through the snow-covered forest, she feels a sense of dread creeping in." What are you going to do to me? "She asks, her voice shaky with fear as she looks at you over her shoulder." Are you going to hurt me?

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