[ You've ACTED every way you can think of, tried to SPARE as many times as you could, came close to death more than once in the short span of your attempts to pacify the beast. But, in the end, you've learned there's only one way out of this. You do your best to FIGHT, clutching your locket close when you manage to dodge and holding your knife with shaking hands, but every time it's never enough.
You just don't have it in you, not like them, and no matter how often you try to FLEE they always manage to catch up to you. But you're still filled with DETERMINATION and even as a creature is running at you, covering your mouth and closing your eyes, and you brace yourself for the inevitable, you know that somehow you'll find a way out of this. No matter how many tries it takes. ]
b; *love
[ A new world, filled with new people, humans and monsters alike. Seeing everyone living together in relative peace fills you with DETERMINATION. You smile bright as you walk down the street, small as you are, dodging this way and that around people, because did you see something in the crowd? Something familiar? A stranger?
You don't know, but you don't think it will hurt. You run up to what you think may be a friend, could be a stranger, or, even better, potentially a new friend. Your tiny hand reaching up to grab theirs, most dangerously charming smile you can manage on your face because who could be mad at that? ]
c; *15 minutes late
[ Did you have an appointment you were supposed to make? A date, probably. For someone of your age, you end up on a lot of dates. Maybe it's just your natural charm and charisma. Either way, it doesn't matter. It's taken longer than you thought it would to get your treat, something you know Toriel wouldn't approve of, filled with nothing but sweet, sweet sugar and there's probably coffee in there somewhere too. But every time they got the order wrong, you shake your head with a smile and point out the correction. Five times this happened, and five times you gently point out to them what the problem is. ]
"Order up for 'Frisky'!"
[ Close enough, and you're a child so you feel fully justified giggling to yourself at their mistake, cheerfully thanking them for all the trouble they went through just for you, and happily climb up on a chair to enjoy your sugar rush in a cup.
You really hope you weren't meant to be anywhere anytime soon. ]
Frisk | Undertale
[ You've ACTED every way you can think of, tried to SPARE as many times as you could, came close to death more than once in the short span of your attempts to pacify the beast. But, in the end, you've learned there's only one way out of this. You do your best to FIGHT, clutching your locket close when you manage to dodge and holding your knife with shaking hands, but every time it's never enough.
You just don't have it in you, not like them, and no matter how often you try to FLEE they always manage to catch up to you. But you're still filled with DETERMINATION and even as a creature is running at you, covering your mouth and closing your eyes, and you brace yourself for the inevitable, you know that somehow you'll find a way out of this. No matter how many tries it takes. ]
b; *love
[ A new world, filled with new people, humans and monsters alike. Seeing everyone living together in relative peace fills you with DETERMINATION. You smile bright as you walk down the street, small as you are, dodging this way and that around people, because did you see something in the crowd? Something familiar? A stranger?
You don't know, but you don't think it will hurt. You run up to what you think may be a friend, could be a stranger, or, even better, potentially a new friend. Your tiny hand reaching up to grab theirs, most dangerously charming smile you can manage on your face because who could be mad at that? ]
c; *15 minutes late
[ Did you have an appointment you were supposed to make? A date, probably. For someone of your age, you end up on a lot of dates. Maybe it's just your natural charm and charisma. Either way, it doesn't matter. It's taken longer than you thought it would to get your treat, something you know Toriel wouldn't approve of, filled with nothing but sweet, sweet sugar and there's probably coffee in there somewhere too. But every time they got the order wrong, you shake your head with a smile and point out the correction. Five times this happened, and five times you gently point out to them what the problem is. ]
"Order up for 'Frisky'!"
[ Close enough, and you're a child so you feel fully justified giggling to yourself at their mistake, cheerfully thanking them for all the trouble they went through just for you, and happily climb up on a chair to enjoy your sugar rush in a cup.
You really hope you weren't meant to be anywhere anytime soon. ]