"Why won't you just LET me win?! Just LET me win already!"
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"I-It's all my fault.. Only if I could stop living.. all these lies, they will all vanish.."
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"You WILL never see them again...."
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"All humans MUST be captured!"
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"I'm doing this for your sake, my child..."
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"Your soul is mine, human. After all this, we, monsters, will break the barrier and we'll revenge for what they did to us!"
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"You must die, human! I will take your soul and bring it to King Asgore...!"
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"Frisk. Maybe... Chara wasn't the greatest person after all.."
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"A-Asriel.. I-I didn't.. I.."
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"Frisk, don't you have anything better to do?"
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Frisk woke up in the same dream again and again, with the vibrating alarm clock beside her bed. She immediately porched up and gazed at the window beside her, with birds tweeting outside, with the sun - freshly rose up from the east. She clenched her fist on her chest as she caught up with her breath. Right. I'm currently at the surface right now... I finally made it back home but.. Asriel. I wonder where he went. He said that he'll be keeping his distance away from me.. Wait, this is not good!
The determined kid got up of her bed and slipped into her slippers, grabbing the knob and grasping it to twitch it hard. With an immediate speed, she almost tripped on the wooden floor. She averted her eyes away from her tripped foot. Frisk already noticed her wonderful new home. It's like Asgore's house after the Core and Toriel's at the ruins but more fashioned and bigger.
"Mom! Are you there?"
The smell of the baking butterscotch pie struck her tiny nose, blinking further as she held the railings in the second floor, peeking downstairs. Her eyes met Toriel's wide smile, "My dear child, you're up pretty early. Did something happen in your sleep?" As she removed the gloves on her huge paws.
"Ah.. you can guess that it is just a dream but.. I will be alright. Where's dad?" As she flighted down the stairs carefully, gazing at her fixed home, "Oh. Him? He just went out recently. He said things were getting awkward between us. He sure doesn't know how to converse with me.. And, my dear child, don't call him your dad, alright?" Frisk looked on the floor and pouted as a kid, "Why? Do you still hate him?"
Toriel just sighed, rushing beside the little brunette and brushed her messy hair, "No, no, my dear. I just don't want you to remember of what he did to you.." The girl grinned sharply, "But, you followed him around even here?"
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Silence overwhelmed the both of them and Toriel caressed Frisk's head, "Oh, dear.. is it a burning cake you smell or is it just me?" As the goat mother dashed into the kitchen.
Frisk just chuckled and went to the garden to check her dad.. but the buttercups planted on the garden sent a shiver to her spine. She reminisced her nightmare but she caught a glimpse to the huge goat with a golden beard. "Dad?" Frisk uttered lightly, as she moved wall by wall to catch him.
Suddenly, a large claw grabbed her waist and rose her up, "Gotcha, my dear child!" As he tickled her sides, making them both lose their balance. "D-Daaaad..!" Frisk articulated as she massaged her left arm and as Asgore laid on the grass with her, "Who are you looking just now? Your crush?" He bursted a deep chuckle, "N-No! I was searching for you! There's something I have to tell you, dad!"
"Yes, my child?" Asgore picked her up and placed her on the smooth ground, patting her dirt as he stood up to arrange his clothes filled with earths. "You, mom, MARRY N O W!" The determined little kid shone her eyes and leaned over.
The goat dad shook lightly, as sweat bullets tackled him. He started talking but Frisk pointed the door house, just a bit farther from the place they both fell, "Mom followed you here! You should marry her again!"
"Aahaha, my child. Of course I would if I could. Tori has been busy these days since her new school is built and I don't want to disturb her." Frisk dragged her arms up and down, bouncing, "Call her Tori everyday then! Please, please, please!"
Asgore blocked his eyes to keep the blush away, "Fine.. fine. But, we should eat for now-"
"No way! I'm going to give you and mom some free time to talk! I'll be in here for a while!" She giggled and ran away with hands on the air. Asgore face-palmed and sighed, "She's determined as ever." As he grabbed the door knob and -
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"So, what do you think will happen?" Frisk rolled on the dirt with the flowers and gazed up the skies, "Will mom accept dad? Will I finally have a new family?!" She shrieked with excitement and cowered herself while she laid, talking to the flowers.
"Don't get your hopes up, idiot."
Frisk got startled and remembered something from her nightmare again as she heard a familiar voice. It got off her mind a few seconds after she heard a voice from the inside;
"S-So.. How have you been, Tori..?"
"For goodness' sake, don't call me Tori, King Dreemur!"
"T-Tori.. listen to me. I just..-"
And a loud clashing of plates sounded in Frisk's ears. It was her time to stand up to support her dad but vines pulled her onto the ground, covering her squinted eyes with thick green leaves, making her get swallowed in the dark.
She heard a voice from her side, a familiar voice;
"Howdy, Frisk! It's me, your best friend, Flow-"
As her vision faded.
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Undertale
Random[Undertale] A game that no one has to die. It's a game where you fall to the underground and met various kinds of monsters. They are attacking you, hurting you.. what will you do? Will you kill or spare them? Their ｆａｔｅｓ are up to you. Your e̶n̶d̶...
