Frisk x Reader Oneshots (TheRequiemDragon)

Epictale: Male Neutral!Frisk x Female Reader

A request by Under_Astel (Sorry if it's bad)

Frisk walks through Snowdin, hunting for his next target. He hears footsteps behind him and draws a giant, cyan knife, placing it against the person's neck. The sword vanishes when he realizes it's you.

"You almost just got killed," he said, sternly, yet kind of softly reprimanding you, "Don't sneak up on me like that."

He didn't know why he liked you. He just knew he did. It irritated him, like an itch in his brain, but he couldn't help it. He tried killing you, and he immediately RESET out of regret.

"Sorry," you say, your arms behind your back, "Didn't mean to scare you..."

"Don't apologize," he says plainly.

"Why not?" you ask, curious, and confused.

"Just don't. Especially not in that sad tone of yours," he says, continuing his walk as you follow him.

"Does it annoy you?" you ask, hoping he wasn't sick of your presence. Something about him intrigued you. He was mysterious, and crafty. You knew he was dangerous, but something deep inside you told you there was something good in him, waiting to be unearthed from his very SOUL.

"No," he answers. He refuses to admit that he feels guilty when you apologize.

"Then why?" you keep asking. He eventually pins you to a wall by the arms.

"I don't have to tell you," he says, "And I suggest that you stop asking."

You nod, flustered. He lets go of you.

"Frisk? One more question..." you hesitate to ask this one, but feel like you have to. "Are you gonna do it again? You know... destroy the timeline."

"Yeah," he says, after a long pause.

"Of course..." you lament, your voice flat, and disappointed. You start to walk off.

"Wait..." Frisk stops. You turn around to look at him. He regains his composure and clears his throat, "You have five minutes to convince me not to."

"You keep killing the people I care about," you beg, starting to cry, "They didn't do anything to you. So what's the point?"

Your tears are nearly enough to convince him, but he still needs a bit more to fully agree.

"Please..." you plead, "I'll do anything..."

"Anything?" he muses.

"Anything," you echo back to him.

"Well then, how about this. I'd like you to accompany me... to Grillby's," he pauses, "You know... to hang out..."

"Are you... asking me out?" you question, smiling a little.

Frisk sighs, and reluctantly nods.

You smile and go out with him. He holds your hand.

"You're mine now," he grins, "Understood?"

You nod, "Understood. I'm yours... Forever."