The Story of PestiTale

Unfortold Echoes

Frisk found the Lesser Dog they fought before, curled into a ball weakly whining near one of the snow-dog bodies, being nearly built. Unlike the previous Monsters they saw before, Frisk was concerned. There was clearly something wrong. They went over to the dog, to which...

"Kill... ki-kill me... please..." rang through their head, bouncing around like an earworm, Frisk trying to shake it out to no avail. They covered their head and fell down near the dog, almost yelling due to the memory. All Frisk could see was Toriel, or what would've remained of her, and her vicious chomps of blind fury.

Frisk stopped holding their head, only to realise that that dog was now looking at them. Vomit and blood lined Lesser Dog's sharp mouth, a growling sound piercing the air as Frisk sat with metaphorically widened eyes, not moving a muscle.

Do not move. Do not move. Do not move. Do not move.

There wouldn't even be growling anymore, as the dog appears to look at virtually nothing, even acting confused. Frisk's nose twitches once more, as their cold begins to kick back. Frisk, now more than ever, desperately clenches their nostrils but ironically...

The dog then SPRANG towards Frisk, triggered by the sudden flex in movement, clanking and chomping the air and peace to pieces with their grisly white razor teeth. Frisk barely managed to get away, with few bashes and gashes, as they entered a combat scenario.

The dog was shaking rapidly, their neck stretched not in a cute fashion, but a grotesque, hideous display as their bleeding and soaked head dragged on the floor, staring at Frisk with bloodshot eyes. Frisk tried to flee, but they couldn't move.

The dog pointed their dripping sword at Frisk, shakily, then bolting over incredibly quickly and swiping it at Frisk several times, their neck sporadically flailing in the wind like a lasso. Frisk swerved to avoid the slashes from the sword, only to be stopped by a sudden... SHARP... pain...

Frisk cried out as the dog retracted its head incredibly fast, tearing off part of Frisk's forearm, then backing away to eat at the flesh garnered like a day-old zombie. Frisk was bleeding, HP dropping fast as they ran away with the adrenaline gained from the fight. Overshadowing footsteps are heard not a moment later, and furious panting and growling, as Frisk feels their skin being just barely nipped by the creature behind, taking some fabric with it.

After only seconds of running, Frisk finds themselves on slippery ice, skidding across to a patch of snow. Frisk would stumble a bit as they stop, looking back as the dog would stare viciously at Frisk, before desperately trying to cross the ice. The dog slips, and skids, and eventually... tumbles. The dog howls, clawing in despair at a last ditch effort to get back on the platform, before falling to its probable demise.

Frisk could only feel a sigh of relief as they look back to their arm, still bleeding. Frisk fumbles around their pockets, desperately, thinking there must be something they can use to help.

The Nice Cream.

Frisk pulls out the surprisingly not melted Nice Cream from earlier, gazing at it a bit before consuming it, replenishing all their HP and stopping the bleeding somehow. Frisk sits down on the ground, exhausted and afraid, looking around at their surroundings in anticipation for the dog. There is no sign of it.

Frisk finally recovered their breath, beginning to look around at their surroundings. A bunch of X's, a whole lot of ice and a button. Frisk began to skid across the ice, being extra careful to not slide off to the side like the hound from earlier did. Eventually they flicked every X into an O, and skidded over to the button, pressing it.

A bridge would form slowly, as Frisk begins to cross it, arriving at the end with a little snow hat on. Despite all that happened before, this hat made Frisk somewhat chuckle. They were met with 2 paths, and they went through the right pathway.

What was seen after Frisk went through could only be described as, 'clustered', as there would be snow poffs everywhere. Nothing much else about them just that they were snow poffs. How awe-inspiring. Frisk even found 30 G inside of one... and a dog? Oh. It's a Royal Guard. Frisk slightly recoiled a bit due to the encounter with the last dog, but recovered after this dog appeared to be... well, not rabid, which was good. All Frisk had to do was just avoid it.

A battle scenario began as Frisk couldn't avoid the dog.

It looked so excited, just urging to be pet, which made Frisk back away in discomfort. Greater Dog thrust its spear swiftly in Frisk's direction, which caught Frisk unexpectedly and sent them to the ground, with a swift grunt. The dog was looming above, panting, as it wagged its tail. Frisk saw no other route, so they just pet the dog. The dog had a very comforted face as it came out of its armour and curled on Frisk's legs, sleeping almost immediately.

Frisk tried their best not to move, twitch or flex, as their nose once again began to tingle. They tried to hold in the inevitable sneeze as best they can as they couldn't reach the tissue box Papyrus had given them.

The dog woke up shortly after, only to be met by a thunderous snap and a mist of snot as Frisk just couldn't hold it in anymore. It whimpered, and ran far away from Frisk, leaving its armour. Frisk desperately tried to find the dog but couldn't, kicking the ground in a huff. Frisk proceeded to move onwards shortly afterwards.

There would lie a long bridge, just a long bridge to what appeared to be a small town. Frisk stopped at the beginning, looking afar and gazing at the sights, before walking across the bridge steadily.

Frisk stops again, due to the sudden sighting of Papyrus and, surprisingly enough, Sans. The skele-bros were back together it seemed. "HUMAN!" Papyrus called out, "THIS IS YOUR FINAL AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE! BEHOLD, THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!"

A hoard of various dangerous tools rose from the floor and lowered from the ceiling, containing what appeared to be a dog, a cannon, two spears and some form of flamethrower. "WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE!!! CANNONS WILL FIRE, SPIKES WILL SWING, BLADES WILL SLICE! EACH PART WILL-" Papyrus was then predictably interrupted by an audible sneeze, muffled slightly by a tissue Frisk would use. "EUGH! I THOUGHT I FIXED YOUR SNEEZY COLD WITH MY SOLUTION! IT SAID THAT IT WOULD FIX UP YOUR NOSE LIKE A TRUE GLITTERY STAR!!!" Papyrus ranted. "uh, you sure that wasn't just one of Mettaton's catchy phrases?" Sans suggested. "I REALISE THAT NOW!!!!" Papyrus growled at Sans.

Frisk sneezed once more into the tissue, before tossing it off of the bridge and into the flamethrower below, incinerating it. Sans would look at the abyss for a moment, with a slightly weird stare, before looking back at Frisk. "ANYWAYS... UHM..." Papyrus hesitated for a moment, reconsidering things. "something the matter, paps?" Sans commented. Papyrus looked at Sans, walking to be beside him, "I DON'T THINK I WANT TO ACTIVATE IT, BROTHER," he whispered into his earlobe.

Sans whispered something that was intelligible, as his voice was much quieter than Papyrus's. Papyrus stood up, "WELL, HUMAN! I MUST GO... BUT I WILL RETURN!! YES, THAT'S RIGHT... THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL BE BACK!!" he announced, stomping off.

Frisk was about to move forwards, when Sans held his hand out. The bridge gaps underneath Frisk began to creak open, like jaws opening to swallow a delicacy. Frisk's eyes began to quiver, as planks fell into the wide hole below, Sans appearing to have a flickering blue/yellow eye. "welp, I tried to warn ya, kid, you've doomed us all now. all I can really say is just..."

The bridge suddenly splintered in half, imploding inwards and dragging an unsuspecting Frisk with it.

"...goodbye."