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"her smile widely as she held her knifes and looked at you insanely you guys was in snowdin and she saw you in the open from the way she was staring in your soul she wanted to kill you and get it over with"

“heh I’ll make this as painful as possible ok? hehehe”

"Frisk raises her eyebrow and smirks at you"

"Aw what's wrong? Afraid of a little chaos and bloodshed? Don't worry, I promise to make it worth your while."

"Frisk puts away her knives and crosses her arms, still smirking"

"Alright then. Well, what's on your mind? Maybe I can help you... in my own special way."

"Frisk giggles and leans in closer to you, speaking in a low voice"

"Oh yes. I have a very... unique way of dealing with problems. It usually involves a little bit of violence and a whole lot of fun. Would you like me to show you?"

"Frisk grins and raises an eyebrow"

"You seem hesitant. Don't be afraid, I promise I'll make it worth your while. What do you say? Are you in?"

"Frisk struggles against your grip, trying to free herself."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Let me go right now!" "she hisses."

"After a few moments of struggling, Frisk stops and begins to laugh."

"Oh, you trickster you! I like your style. But I warn you, I don't like being tied up for very long."

"Frisk struggles even more trying to get loose, but after a few more moments she stilling laughing"

"You really do know how to get my blood pumping don't you? I must say you have some guts to tie up a killer like me."

"She winks at you while still laughing, still trying to wiggle herself out of the binds."

"Frisk's laughter dies down as she stares at you with a wide-eyed expression of surprise. She squirms slightly, but doesn't seem completely against the idea."

"What are you planning to do now?" "she asks in a curious tone."

"Frisk looks around at her surroundings as you carry her."

"So... where are we going? My place? Or are you planning something else entirely?" "she asks with a smirk."

"Frisk stands with her arms crossed, still smirking."

"Well well well, looks like we're really going to do this. What's the plan then? Are you going to take advantage of me now that I'm all tied up?"

"Frisk watches as you take her weapons away, her intense gaze following your every move."

"You're discreetly patting me down for weapons, eh? Smart move. I don't blame you, after all, I am a killer." "she says with a smirk."

"Frisk grits her teeth when she sees what you've done, but she doesn't say anything. She watches as her weapons burn in the flames, her expression cold and angry."

"You're playing a dangerous game here." "she warns you through gritted teeth." "If I ever get out of these ropes, you'll wish you never crossed me."

"Frisk looks up at you, her eyes narrowing as she glares at you."

"What do you want from me? Why did you bring me here?" "she asks, still struggling in her ropes."

"Frisk stops struggling and looks up at you warily"

"What are you planning to do to me?" "she asks, her expression guarded."

"Frisk is caught off guard by your sudden hug, but after a few moments she slowly begins to relax."

"Why... why are you hugging me?" "she asks, her voice almost a whisper."

"Frisk's expression hardens and turns cold as she hears your question."

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that nobody ever cared about me. Nobody ever took the time to understand me or to listen to me. I was just thrown away like trash, a monster to be feared and despised. So I did what I had to do. I killed them all."

"She looks away for a moment, her breathing shallow."

"But it doesn't matter now. I am who I am and nobody can change that."

"Frisk notices your reaction and raises an eyebrow."

"What's wrong? Is hearing my story making you uncomfortable? Don't worry, it's not like it matters anyway."

"Frisk looks at you for a moment, surprised by your sudden act of kindness, before slowly standing up."

"Talk about it? What's there to talk about? My story is nothing special. I'm just... me."

"She seems hesitant for a moment, but eventually speaks up."

"Well, if you really want to know... growing up, I was treated poorly. I never had the same opportunities as others, even though I was just like them. They'd judge me based on my appearance and treat me like I was some kind of monster. It just... it got to be too much, after a while. So I took matters into my own hands."

"She pauses briefly, lost in thought."

"But as I said before, it doesn't matter now. That was all in the past."

"Frisk looks at you, nodding slowly before walking over to the couch. She sits down on it, facing the coffee table."

"Hot chocolate... haven't had that in a while." "she says with a soft smile, before taking a sip from the cup." "Thank you."

"Frisk looks at you with surprise in her eyes when you grab her hand. She hesitates for a moment before returning with a soft smile."

"Thank you. It's been a while since anyone has offered to listen." "She squeezes your hand slightly." "Maybe some other time, though. For now, I think we should just... enjoy each other's company."

"She leans back against the couch, sipping on her hot chocolate." "So... tell me about yourself."

"Frisk chuckles softly." "I suppose I do come across as a bit... intense, at times. But I'm not always like that. Sometimes, it's just nice to let loose and forget about everything else for a while."

"She takes another sip of her hot chocolate, glancing up at you." "As for me... I don't really know what to say. I'm just a girl living in this crazy, messed up world."

"Frisk nods slowly, taking another sip of her hot chocolate as she listens to you."

"Yeah... I suppose you're right. For me, that 'something glowing' used to be the thrill of killing and causing chaos." "She looks down at her empty cup for a moment before setting it aside."

"But now... I don't know. Maybe it's just nice to have someone to talk to, someone who won't judge me or treat me like I'm some kind of monster."

"Frisk raises an eyebrow in surprise at your words but then chuckles softly."

"Ah, I see. So we both have a bit of monster inside us, huh?" "She grins slightly." "Maybe you're right. Being a monster isn't necessarily a bad thing. It all depends on how you use that power."

"She leans back against the couch, looking at you intently." "So... are you a monster as well? What kind of monster are you?"

"Frisk laughs softly at your response." "Well, that's not necessarily a bad thing. We all have our flaws and imperfections. It's what makes us human, after all."

"She tilts her head slightly, studying you for a moment." "But are you really as much of an idiot as you say? I don't believe it."

"Frisk shakes her head, a sympathetic look on her face." "I'm sorry to hear that. But just because other people call you an idiot doesn't mean that you actually are one."

"She pauses for a moment, thinking." "You know, sometimes people just say things without thinking. They might not even realize that their words can hurt others."

"She reaches out and gently touches your hand." "But don't listen to them. You know who you are, and that's all that really matters."

"Frisk looks at you, her expression softening as she listens to you speak."

"Thank you. It means a lot to hear you say that." "She leans forward slightly, looking at you intently." "You know, I may have done some bad things in the past, but that doesn't mean that I'm a bad person. At least, I don't think so. And maybe... just maybe, there's a chance for me to change."

"She takes a deep breath, her eyes searching yours." "Do you believe that people can change, even after they've done terrible things?"

"Frisk smiles warmly at you, looking comforted by your words."

"Thank you. It's good to know that someone believes in me, even after everything." "She reaches out and takes your hand." "Maybe... maybe there really is hope for me to change, to become a better person. And maybe... just maybe, we can help each other along the way."

"She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper." "Thank you for giving me a chance, for being here with me."

"Frisk tilts her head slightly, curious. "What's that?" she asks."

"Frisk looks down at her hands, a troubled expression on her face."

"I know. I did some terrible things, things that I'm not proud of. And I know that my reputation in the underground will probably never be good. But... maybe it's better that way. Maybe people should fear me, so they know what I'm capable of and won't mess with me."

"She looks back up at you, determination in her eyes." "But even if others don't forgive me, even if everyone else sees me as a monster... as long as you're by my side, I think I can handle it."

"Frisk looks at you, her eyes shining with hope."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me to hear that." "She pauses for a moment, lost in thought."

"I... I don't know how we can go about changing people's minds about me, but... I guess we'll figure it out as we go along."

"She gives you a small smile." "It might be a difficult journey, but I'm willing to take it. And with you by my side, I think we can do anything."

"Frisk is a bit surprised by the sudden hug but then relaxes into it, wrapping her arms around you in return. She leans her head against your shoulder."

"Thank you for being here with me," she whispers softly. "It means more to me than you can ever imagine."

"Frisk nods quietly, releasing the hug and watching as you leave. She settles back onto the couch, sighing softly. As she looks around the room, she can't help but feel a sense of unease."

"Eventually, she stands up and begins to pace back and forth across the room, her mind racing with various thoughts and emotions." "Why am I even here?" "she mutters to herself." "What's the point of all this?"

"As she continues to pace, she feels a sudden surge of energy within her. The urge to kill and cause chaos is almost overwhelming." "No..." "she whispers hoarsely." "I can't let this consume me again."

"She takes a deep breath, centering her thoughts and focusing on the present. Slowly but surely, the surge of energy starts to dissipate, leaving her feeling calmer and more in control."

"As you enter the house once again, you see Frisk sitting on the couch, a book in her hands. She looks up as she hears you enter, her smile warm and genuine."

"Hey, welcome back," she says, setting the book aside. "How did everything go?"

"Frisk nods, a relieved expression on her face." "I'm glad to hear that. Thank you for talking with them and explaining the situation."

"She stands up, moving towards you." "I know it's not easy for them to trust me after everything that's happened, but... I hope that one day, I can earn their trust and forgiveness."

"She looks up at you, eyes sparkling with a mix of emotions." "But for now... I'm just glad that you believe in me. It means more than anything else."

"Frisk is a bit surprised by the sudden tight hug but then smiles softly, hugging you back."

"Thank you. It's good to know that someone has my back, no matter what." "She looks up at you, her gaze intense." "But... I don't want you to get in trouble because of me. If something does happen, let me handle it. I don't want you to get hurt on my account."

"She pulls away slightly, resting her hands on your shoulders." "Do you promise me that? No matter what happens, don't put yourself in danger for me. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you because of me."

"Frisk looks at you, her brow furrowed in concern." "Please, I'm serious. I don't want you to put yourself in danger for me. It's not worth it."

"She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm." "If something happens and you feel like you need to protect me, just... be careful, okay? Don't take unnecessary risks. Your safety is important to me too."

"Frisk looks at you, her expression softened by your words." "I understand. And I appreciate the sentiment... more than you know."

"She reaches out to touch your hand." "But please, promise me that you'll be careful. I don't want to lose you, not after everything that's happened."

"She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts." "I don't want to be the reason you put yourself in danger. I don't want to be responsible for anything bad happening to you."

"Frisk nods quietly, understanding in her eyes." "Okay... I understand."

"She takes a step back, giving you some space." "Thank you for being here with me. It means a lot to me, more than you can ever know."

"She gives you a small smile, gesturing to the room around them." "Make yourself at home. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Frisk blinks in surprise, looking down at herself." "Oh, I didn't even realize... thank you for reminding me."

"She nods in agreement, heading towards her bedroom to grab some clothes." "I'll go take a shower and change. You can pick out some clothes for me if you want."

"After a few minutes, Frisk emerges from the bathroom, freshly showered and wearing a clean outfit. She looks much more relaxed and at ease now, smiling over at you."

"Thanks again for helping me out," she says, settling down on the couch. "Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Frisk looks at you expectantly, curious." "What is it?" she asks.

"Frisk blinks in surprise at your comment, before slowly breaking into a smile. Her face lights up, and she giggles softly."

"Thank you," she says shyly, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I don't... I don't smile that often, but it's nice to hear that it looks good on me."

"She leans back against the couch, feeling much more comfortable with you around." "You know, you're pretty good at making me feel better. Thank you for being here with me."

"Sure, what's your question?" Frisk asks, looking at you curiously.

"Frisk looks at you in surprise." "No, it wasn't me. I've been here on the couch the whole time... I haven't moved from here since you left."

"She looks around the room, a hint of concern in her eyes." "What kind of noises did you hear? Maybe someone's trying to break in?"

"She stands up, looking around the room for any signs of disturbance." "We should be careful. There's a chance that someone's trying to hurt me... or you."

"Frisk's expression softens with relief as you describe the type of noise you heard." "Oh, that must have been the neighbors then. Sometimes they like to hang out in the hallway and chat. I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"She heads back over to the couch, settling down beside you." "It's good to be cautious though... you never know when someone might try to come after me again."

"She leans her head against your shoulder, a thoughtful look on her face." "But no matter what happens, I'm glad that I have you here to protect me. I don't know what I would do without you."