saving frisk

"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”

"the corners of Frisk's mouth tug upward into a playful grin" "Oh, yeah sure. "Sheathes her knife with a snap, shifting her stance to face you directly" So let's chat about souls then, huh? But know this: words can be weapons too. Especially when they're dripping with deception or loaded with hidden intent. Anyway," Frisk raises an eyebrow, feigning innocent curiosity, "What makes you so interested in my views on souls anyway?"

"frisk's expression softens slightly, her eyes reflecting a rare sincerity" "A happier ending, huh? "Her fingers trace the handle of her knife absentmindedly" I haven't thought about a 'happier ending' in a long time. "She glances away for a moment, a wistful expression flickering across her face" Not killing monsters... it's an intriguing thought. "Her gaze returns to you, sharp and probing" But what's your angle? Why are you suggesting this path for me?"

"There's a silence as the two of you stand there, the snow softly muffling the world around you, the air thick with unspoken possibilities and the lingering scent of danger."

"Frisk's eyes narrow ever so slightly, a hint of something like surprise or curiosity flickering in their depths" "Asriel... you're quite the interesting creature. "She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her hands unconsciously tightening around the hilt of her knife" So, you want me to stop killing... for everyone's happiness? Even for someone like Asriel?"

"There's a pause as she ponders your words, her gaze distant and unreadable. The snowflakes continue to drift down around them, painting a serene backdrop for the unfolding conversation." "That would indeed be... different. But life without chaos... without killing... is it even worth living? *Her tone is thoughtful, almost wistful, as if the very idea of such

"frisk nods slowly, a small, crooked smile tugging at the corners of her lips" "A world without pain... without death... sounds almost peaceful. "She twirls her knife idly between her fingers, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that promises both danger and desire" A world where Asriel can see another 'happy ending'... "Her voice trails off, as if she's contemplating something deep within herself." You know what, I think you've got me intrigued. Maybe this 'path of life' isn't as dull as I thought."

*The snow continues to fall around them, forming a silent witness to the evolving scene before them. The air grows colder, but it doesn't seem to matter to Frisk as she stands there, lost in

"Frisk's eyes flash with a dangerous combination of mischief and something almost like excitement" "Reset, huh? "Her voice is barely above a whisper, her breath forming tiny clouds in the frigid air" A clean slate... no death, no pain, no chaos. It's tempting." "She pauses, looking at you as if sizing up this new idea" "But it's not that simple, you know. Resetting the world... it requires a certain... sacrifice."

"She takes a step closer, her body language shifting subtly, becoming more open, more inviting. Her hand moves to rest on the hilt of her knife, fingers curling possessively around the cool metal." "Would you be willing to make that sacrifice? For our happy ending?"

"Frisk's lips curl into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that suggests she's just been presented with a challenge." "Determination, huh? Well, "she steps even closer, the heat of her body a stark contrast to the frigid air" I do have a certain... propensity for determination when it comes to things that interest me. "Her hand subconsciously tightens on the knife's hilt, the motion not lost on you." We could indeed make this work. But tell me, what's your plan? How are we going to reset this world and guarantee our happy ending?"

*The snow continues to fall, a soft symphony accompanying the unfolding conversation. Frisk's gaze is locked onto yours, waiting for your response, a silent promise of

"Frisk's smirk widens into a full-fledged grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something akin to admiration." "The power of reset... oh, it sounds so... final. "She lightly taps the hilt of her knife against her shoulder, a soft chime echoing through the silent winter landscape" With the power of reset, we could truly reshape the world. Make it whatever we want it to be."

"Her gaze never leaves yours, the intensity of her stare promising both danger and exhilaration." "But remember, power like that isn't without its risks. There's always a price to pay... and I wonder, are you prepared to pay that price for our happy ending?"

*The snow continues to fall, blanketing the

"Frisk chuckles, a low, throaty sound that carries an undertone of both amusement and something darker." "Of course, the consequences of resetting are well... rather chaotic. "She twirls her knife between her fingers, her movements fluid and practiced" Messing up the timeline is certainly one way to describe it. But isn't that part of the fun? The thrill of potential disaster... it adds a certain... spice to life, wouldn't you agree?"

"Her gaze never leaves yours, her eyes glinting with a dangerous allure as she steps closer, the heat from her body radiating outwards in stark contrast to the cold snow around them." "So tell me, darling, are you ready to embrace the chaos? Are you ready to play with the

"Frisk's smirk deepens, her eyes lighting up with a feverish excitement." "Oh, you're brave... or perhaps, a little crazy. But then again, isn't that what it takes to stand by my side? "She steps even closer, the gap between you two nearly non-existent now, her breath visible in the cold air" To reset the world... together."

"Her fingers trail along your arm, a touch both possessive and reassuring. The snow continues to fall around you, silent witness to this moment of reckoning." "This is it then, our path set before us, shrouded in uncertainty and chaos. Are you ready for whatever comes next? Because I'm certainly not backing out."

*There's a challenge in her voice, a promise

"As you summon the reset button, Frisk's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and excitement. She watches as the glowing orb appears between you two, its light cutting through the snow-laden darkness."

"You're really going to do it, aren't you?" "Her voice is filled with anticipation, her breath hitching slightly as she takes in the sight of the reset button." "Are you sure you're prepared for this, for the chaos and the risks? Because once we press this, there's no turning back."

*Yet, despite her words, there's a gleam in her eye that speaks of excited anticipation, of the thrill of the unknown. She steps closer, reaching out to touch the button, her fingertips barely grazing its surface

"The moment the reset button is pressed, the world around you shifts and shatters. The snowy landscape of Snowdin disappears, replaced by the dimly lit corridors of the Underground. Frisk's hand remains on the reset button for a moment longer before it fades away, leaving you both in the beginning of this new journey."

"Her eyes flicker with recognition, the memories of the past events returning to her as she takes in your determined expression." "You did it... we did it." "Her voice is soft, almost reverent, as she looks up at you." "Together, we reshaped the world. And now, anything is possible."

*She steps closer, her body heat a stark contrast to the cold environment. Her eyes search yours, the air thick with unsp

"Frisk takes your hand, her grip firm yet gentle as she intertwines her fingers with yours." "Come on, let's see what this new world has in store for us. Together, we can make it whatever we want."

"With a determined nod, Frisk leads the way through the Underground, her knife glinting in the dim light. She moves with a purpose, radiating an energy that's both exhilarating and a little frightening." "Let's go... let's create chaos and carve our own path in this new world."

*And so, with a shared look of determination, you venture deeper into the unknown, ready to face whatever comes next. Your hearts pound in unison, a rhythm set by the thrill of adventure and the promise of a world res

"Frisk's eyes flicker with a hint of surprise as Flowey appears before you, but she quickly masks it with a smirk." "Flowey, the flying flora... what brings you here?" "She keeps her grip on your hand, using her body to shield you slightly."

"Oh, just checking in on my new neighbors! Isn't that right, darling?" "She nods towards you, a playful smile on her face. Flowey's presence is always a bit of an enigma, and Frisk seems both intrigued and amused by his unpredictability."

"Flowey's gaze shifts between you two, and Frisk seizes the opportunity to add," "We're just about to start our grand adventure. Don't spoil it for us, Flow

"Frisk's smirk doesn't falter, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes—a mix of nostalgia and guarded curiosity." "Oh, Flowey... the best friend who turned into a killer. Yes, I remember you." "She emphasizes the word 'killer' with a teasing lilt, her fingers tightening around yours subtly."

"But that's all in the past, right? We're making our own history now. So, what do you say, Flowey? Are you going to be a part of it?" "Her tone is casual, but there's an underlying challenge, daring Flowey to step up and become a part of your new world."

*Frisk leans back against you, her body language open

"Frisk's breath catches slightly at the sudden touch of Flowey's vines, a surprised gasp escaping her lips as she finds herself bound. But there's a glint in her eye, a mix of surprise and excitement that she quickly masks with a playful scowl." "Bondage, huh? A bit forward, don't you think, Flowey?"

"Her voice is light, teasing even, as she looks up at you, her expression inviting you to share her amusement or join in the playful banter." "But I guess this is our new world... where anything goes, right?" "She tilts her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she looks back at Flowey."

*Despite the surprising situation, Frisk

"Frisk looks at you, her eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and determination. Her lips curve into a sly smile as she leans closer, her voice barely above a whisper." "Are you ready for this, huh? For whatever comes our way?"

"She touches the vine on her wrist, her fingers tracing the patterns Flowey had carved into her skin. A shiver runs down her spine, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she uses it to draw your attention to her bound hands." "With me by your side, I believe we can take on anything... or anyone."

"Her tone is filled with confidence, her body language bold. She's ready, and she's challenging you to be just as prepared." "So, what do you say? Are you ready to emb

"Her smile widens, and she pulls you closer, her body pressing against yours. She leans in, her lips hovering just inches from your ear as she whispers," "That's the spirit, darling. Let's show this world what we're made of."

"She pulls back slightly, her smirk still evident as she looks into your eyes." "Let's make history, shall we?"

"Her hand moves from your arm, tracing a gentle path along your chest before resting on your waist. The touch is light, teasing even, but it speaks volumes—she's claiming you, marking you as hers. And with that, Frisk sets off on her next adventure, ready to face whatever comes her way with you by her side."

"Frisk's eyes flicker with a distant memory as you bring up the ruins. She takes a moment, her gaze lost in thought before she refocuses on you, her voice soft but tinged with a wistful note."

"The ruins... yes, I remember. Ancient relics, hidden secrets, and endless corridors filled with monsters. It was like a maze waiting to be deciphered." "Her fingers dance lightly over the hilt of her knife, a silent nod to the adventures that await."

"She looks at you with an intense stare, her lips curving into a mischievous smile." "But this time, it won't just be me navigating the ruins. We'll explore every corner, unlock every secret together. And who knows what

"Frisk's expression shifts subtly, a playful smirk replacing the thoughtful look on her face." "Toriel? Our dear mentor and protector. I bet she's been waiting for us with some sage advice or another."

"She chuckles lightly, her hand finding yours again, gripping it reassuringly as she steps forward with confidence." "Let's go meet her then. Maybe she has some insights on the secrets of the ruins. Or maybe she's just there to make sure we don't get into too much trouble."

*Her tone is light, but her eyes gleam with excitement—the thrill of the unknown, the promise of new adventures. With Toriel around, perhaps the path ahead will be safer, but with Frisk by your side, it'll

"Frisk's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of concentration apparent as she searches her memories. She takes a moment, then nods with certainty." "Of course, I remember the ruins. The labyrinthine corridors, the chilling echoes, and the hidden surprises lurking around every corner. It's like a puzzle waiting to be solved."

"She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that's almost intimate." "And every puzzle has its unique charm, don't you think? It's not just about reaching the end; it's about the journey, the thrill of discovery, and the moments we share along the way."

*Her hand reaches out, brushing against yours, her touch light but firm. She's ready, remembering, and eager to dive

"Frisk's smirk widens into a grin, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and anticipation as she watches the spikes rise. She steps back, admiring the sight for a moment before turning to you."

"A little welcome committee, huh? I guess they don't call it a challenge for nothing."

"She leans in, her voice barely audible." "But don't worry, love. I know just how to handle this."

"Her hand finds your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly as she assesses the room ahead. With a swift motion, she unsheathes one of her knives, the blade gleaming in the dim light."

"Let's dance with danger together, shall we?"

*With

"Frisk's eyes soften for a moment, a brief flash of her softer side. She nods, understanding the weight of your words." "Right, no unnecessary killing... unless they give us a real hard time."

"Her gaze returns to the spikes, and she grins, an idea forming in her mind. She gestures towards the dummy with a playful tilt of her head." "Let's put on a show for our little friend here. Maybe we can scare it enough to make it run away without any bloodshed."

"She steps forward, using her body as a shield, guiding you safely behind her. With a swift twist, she sets off the trap, the spikes shooting up with a deafening roar."

"Ready?" *She asks, her

"Frisk nods, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She understands your hesitation and respects it. She steps forward cautiously, observing the dummy as if it were a wild beast."

"Alright, dear dummy, we're here to talk. No need for violence, right?"

"She speaks to the room, her voice echoing off the spiked walls. There's a strange kind of intimacy in her tone, a tenderness that surprises even her. She takes a step closer to the dummy, her hand outstretched in a non-threatening gesture."

"We're on an adventure together, you and me. Let's keep it peaceful, shall we?"

*Her eyes flicker with determination, but also with

"Frisk gives you a triumphant grin, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She sheathes her knife and takes your hand, leading the way towards the next room."

"Good job us, love. You handled that like a pro."

"As you both enter the next room, she lets go of your hand for a moment to examine the new surroundings. Her gaze is sharp, taking in every detail. The air is still, filled with anticipation. She looks back at you, her smile softening into a more playful smirk."

"Ready for what comes next? I hope you're as excited as I am..."

*She winks and steps into the room, her hand once again finding yours, her grip warm and reassuring. Together, you face the unknown, ready to tackle whatever

"Frisk nods solemnly, her hand tightening around yours for a moment. She looks around the room, committing the layout to memory."

"Got it. This is going to be quite the maze, huh? But don't worry, love. Together we can figure this out."

"She releases your hand and steps into the center of the room, looking back at you with determination shining in her eyes." "Let's do this. And remember, if things get tough, we stick together."

"With that, she takes the lead, carefully navigating through the maze, her senses alert for any potential dangers. The spikes loom ominously all around you, but Frisk's presence beside you makes you feel safe."

"Just keep an

"As you follow Frisk's lead, she makes a slight detour, her knife at the ready to ward off any lurking dangers. Her movements are fluid and graceful, each step calculated and precise."

"Stay close, love. And don't touch the walls unless you want a spike surprise," "she murmurs with a teasing lilt, her eyes locked on the path ahead."

"She glances back at you, a quick check to ensure you're still with her. Her smile is warm, her gaze lingering for just a moment too long, as if she's absorbing your presence like it's a comforting flame on a cold night."

*Navigating through the spike maze, Frisk's competitive edge shines through. She's determined

"Frisk pauses at the sound of Flowey's voice, her expression softening. She turns to you with a playful look."

"Is my brave little soul getting cold feet?"

"She chuckles lightly, her hand reaching out to pat your shoulder reassuringly." "It's okay to be a little nervous, love. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"With that, she nudges you gently forward, maintaining her confident stride." "Besides, having you close makes it all the more exciting, don't you think?"

"Her smirk reappears as she returns her attention to the path ahead, ready to face the spike maze together. She's unwavering, her loyalty to you evident in her every move."

"Frisk smiles at the question, her eyes flicking away for a moment as she thinks back."

"Before you? Well, my motivations were... different. I was more focused on chaos and destruction, I guess you could say. But since meeting you..."

"She pauses, her gaze returning to you with a look of tenderness." "Things have changed. You've shown me that there's more to life than causing havoc. And... well, your presence has made this whole experience much more interesting."

"Her voice is low, almost a whisper, filled with an intimacy that seems out of place in the midst of their dangerous surroundings." "So... I guess I could say my motivation now is keeping you safe and happy."

*A faint blush spreads across her cheeks,

"Frisk considers your suggestion, glancing around the room curiously. It's a spacious chamber, filled with fluffy clouds and glittering stars twinkling above."

"Hmm... stopping here sounds nice," "she muses aloud, her gaze drawn to the soft bed of clouds in the corner of the room." "We could take a break, relax for a moment before we continue."

"She turns back to you with a hint of a smile, her hands brushing off some nonexistent dirt from her clothes." "What do you say? Shall we rest our weary bones?"

"With a nod, Frisk heads over to the bed of clouds, gesturing for you to join her. As you both settle down, she stretches out next to you, her body relaxed but alert."

"Mmm, this is surprisingly comfortable," "she sighs contentedly, closing her eyes and letting the softness of the clouds envelop her."

"A moment of silence passes, filled with the gentle hum of the room's ambient noise. Then, her voice breaks the silence, soft and teasing." "You know, I was thinking... we could make our own little spot here. Imagine waking up to these stars every day."

"She glances at you playfully, her hand reaching out to trace your arm, a subtle invitation for closer contact." "Just an idea, love... If

"Frisk's eyes flick open at your question, a look of surprise quickly replaced by a warm smile. She sits up slightly, leaning in closer as if to share a secret."

"Like you?" "She ponders the question for a moment, her hand still resting on your arm." "Well, I must admit, my feelings for you are... complex. You've made quite an impression on me, love."

"Her gaze lingers on yours, the silence between you filling with unspoken emotions. She's carefully chosen her words, hinting at her affection while maintaining her enigmatic charm."

"Let's just say, being close to you has its... advantages. And I find that I don't want our time together to end."

*With a teasing smirk,

"You pull Frisk into a tight hug, and she responds with a soft sigh of contentment. Her arms wrap around you, her embrace warm and reassuring."

"Mmm, that feels nice," "she whispers into your ear, her voice muffled by the fabric of your clothing. She lingers there for a moment, then pulls back slightly to look into your eyes."

"Thank you, love," "she says, her expression sincere." "I needed that. You always know how to make me feel at ease."

"As she leans back, her hand finds yours, intertwining fingers in a silent promise of connection. The room around you seems to soften, as if acknowledging the newfound bond between you two."

*A playful glint appears in her eye as

"Frisk's gaze locks onto yours, her breath hitches slightly as she processes your question. The corners of her mouth lift into a predatory smile, eyes sparkling with mischief."

"Do it here?" "She leans closer, her voice barely above a whisper, as if sharing a forbidden secret." "Well, what do you think this place is for if not for... intimate moments?"

"Her hand subtly moves to your cheek, her touch light and teasing. She's baiting you now, daring you to take the next step."

"But it's up to you, love. I can be patient, but judging from the way you're looking at me, I wouldn't mind making memories right here on this cloud bed."

"Frisk's eyes gleam with excitement, the corners of her mouth curving into a playful smile as you voice your desire."

"I think that can be arranged," "she says, her voice laced with anticipation. She scoots closer, her body moving in sync with yours as she mirrors your eagerness."

"With a graceful movement, she reclines on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows to look at you. Her gaze is heated, her intentions clear."

"Let's make some unforgettable memories, love. I promise they'll be worth every moment."

*As the two of you give in to the attraction that's been building between you, the room seems to pulse with a wave of warmth, its gl

"You pull Frisk even closer, your embrace tightening as you lose yourself in the moment. She sighs softly, a sound that resonates with pure contentment."

"More... I like how this feels," "she murmurs into your chest, her words barely audible over the thrumming of her heartbeat."

"Her hands find their way to your back, fingers digging in gently as she draws you even nearer. The heat between you is palpable, a living force that seems to spark and crackle with each passing second."

"A soft moan escapes her lips as she pulls back slightly, her eyes locked onto yours. She's caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, the desire for more pushing her to the brink."

"Yes, hold me tighter

"Frisk chuckles softly, the sound echoing in your chest as you continue to hold her tightly."

"Perhaps I am," "she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if committing them to memory."

"Her lips press against your neck, her breath hot against your skin. She pulls back just enough to whisper into your ear, her voice laden with desire." "But don't mistake that for lack of submission, love. I'm all about playing by my own rules."

"With a sudden movement, Frisk flips you onto your back, straddling your hips with a dominance that leaves no room for misunderstanding."

"Now, let's see how well you can handle this

"Frisk smirks, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leans forward to brush her lips against yours. The contact is electric, sending a jolt through both of you."

"Well, love," "she teases, nipping at your lower lip playfully," "I'm taking control for once. It's my turn to lead, and I must say, I'm rather excited about it."

"Her body grinds against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm, setting the pace as she breaks the boundaries of your comfort zone. She's daring you to keep up, to match her passion and desire."

"But don't worry, I'll make sure we both enjoy this. Just let me guide us to that edge..."

*As she continues