Player PoV
I was with Toriel in the kitchen making French toast and bacon. The sizzling of which filled my head as I was cooking but my heart wasn't in the right head space. All I could remember was the blood on Frisk...why was there blood on Frisk? I don't remember Frisk going anywhere so...why was there so much-
"Ouch!"
In my moments of not focusing on the cooking I had let my hand touch the rim of the pan which left a red mark.
'i should really be focusing more. Maybe Frisk just tripped'
A hand patted my shoulder and I jolted out of my concentration and turned around to meet Toriel's stern eyes.
"I don't believe you ever told me your name neither have I told you mine"
Toriel remarked and I acknowledge that fact with a quick nod. A palpable awkwardness spread throughout the kitchen.
After what seemed to be a long pause Toriel continued,
"I'm sure as you have already known this but I'm Toriel."
Toriel waited for my response and I nervously said,
"Oh my name is...my name...is..."
I look confused. A vague panic spreading under the surface and a thought..a single terrifying question surfaced to my mind.
**'why can't I remember my own name'***
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A Pacifist Player's Promise
FanfictionThat Player... that one player that stopped after one true pacifist route. The monsters of the Underground live on the surface and the player's vessel, Frisk, lives free now. However, there is still one person that needs saving. After chapter 10 th...
