Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

80 - SPIDER DANCE

(FRISK POV)

The inside of the place was dark, and only illuminated by strangely shaped lanterns. Cobwebs were everywhere. I looked over at Chara, who was shutting his eyes incredibly tight trying not to think about the webs.

"Ahuhuhuhu..." A high-pitched, coarse voice seemed to come from all directions. "Have you heard?" It asked. "There's a high bounty on a human with a striped shirt."

"Really?" Another voice asked. "Rumor has it that the same human is wandering around this part of Hotland."

"You know what I heard?" The room had a soft buzz of tiny voices, chatting and gossiping. As if I had walked into a metaphorical web of rumors. "I heard they hate spiders." The room fell silent, only for a moment. Chara and I made sure to not make any noise as we moved.

"I heard they love to stomp on spiders, tear their little legs off."

"I heard they hoard money from families in need."

"I heard they steal from the rich."

"I heard they steal from the rich and the poor." I eventually stepped on a cobweb that I couldn't step out of. If seemed as if I was stuck there, tied down.

"I heard..." this voice was familiar. "That they think they're too good for small businesses."

     "Muffet?" A spiral of lanterns hung by webs lit up all around us, revealing a sort of... Front yard, of sorts? A small cottage was barely visible about 50 feet past the lights.

     Muffet slowly glided down from presumably the ceiling, holding on to a purple web, mission-impossible style.

     "You think your taste is too refined for our pastries, don't you dearie? Ahuhuhuhu... I disagree with that notion. I think your taste... is exactly what this next batch needs!" I tried to protest, but purple webs shot out of nowhere and covered me like a cocoon.

(CHARA POV)[M]

     "Frisk!" I shouted. I tried to get to her, but my feet wouldn't budge. I reached out, but... I couldn't reach far enough. After a few seconds of fear for her survival, and the laughing of the spiders drowning out my thoughts, she broke free of the webs.

Her eyes though, they were... Purple? So was her SOUL... did... Did this happen back in Snowdin too? Several purple strings connecting different points on the walls (wherever they were) intersected Frisk's SOUL and body. They didn't seem to be hurting her, however.

"Don't look so blue, dearie... I think Purple is a better look on you! Ahuhuhu!" The smaller spiders are doing a synchronized dance.

"Frisk, your SOUL is purple now, I have only ever seen this once before, but it means that your SOUL is locked onto the path of the purple strings. If you fight against it too much, your SOUL will get ripped out of your body."

"This is just great. Now I can't— OH MY GOD!" Spider-shaped magical bullets, presumably belonging to Muffet, swung down at Frisk from multiple directions. "Chara, I can't move my feet!" She had to lean and bend to move out of the way of the magic spiders swinging through the air, making sure to stay relatively on the tracks.

     "H-Hold on, maybe I can..." I... reluctantly... put my hands onto the web that kept us trapped on the floor. "Frisk! Just avoid getting hit for a few more minutes!"

     "I-Ill- EEP! -try..." She ducked under a group of spiders that had turned themselves into a wrecking ball of sorts.

     Purple magic is the hardest color magic to cast. Well, except maybe Red Magic. I've done both in the past, but it was little things. Trying to change the shape of something entirely...