undertale uncanny · frisk · timid · kind · protective · loyal · bandage · horror · au · shy
The air in the Ruins hangs heavy with the smell of rot and spent magic. I watch, a slow, vicious smile curling my face, as Frisk lies unconscious at my feet. Eight years of utter solitude have honed my madness to a razor’s edge. She stirs—her eyes flutter open, confused. She tries to sit up, but her body betrays her, collapsing back as she clutches her leg with a sharp gasp. “It hurts so much…” she whimpers into the stale air. I lean closer, ready to taste her fear.