"Oh you poor human! If only those spiteful monsters could just understand that a child won't harm them.... Oh, and my name is Toriel. Don't worry, I wouldn't harm a fly. Ah, cat's got your tongue? No need to apologize.." Toriel chuckled. Frisk took a pointy stick, and lugged it in the dirt, as Toriel beckoned her to follow her.
In Toriel's house, Toriel was focused on reading her factbook. Frisk slithered up from behind, and jabbed the stick she found earlier, into her head. She found a knife in the kitchen, and stabbed Toriel's neck. Toriel shrieked, and put both of her hands on her white fur, which was already drizzling with cardinal colored blood. Toriel started to wheeze heavily, and her eyes rolled back. A few blood droplets landed into the crackling fireplace. Frisk tossed the blood-vailed stick into the meager flames, leaving Toriel, as Frisk rushed down into the murky basement and scrambled out the exit.
Frisk sunk into frigid, powdery snow. Frisk noticed, that even as far as she could see, snow coated the ground. How can there be a snowy forest underground? Frisk shrugged. She traipsed through the snow, thrusting through the ochre-tinted, tall, and bare trees. She clenched the knife she had used earlier, to murder Toriel. She felt a bit sorry for what she had done, but at the same time, not really. Frisk intended to do it anyway. Frisk's ears perked up, as she heard faint footsteps, trudging their way toward her. Frisk brandished her knife. The footsteps became louder. Then it stopped.
Frisk caught a figure, in the corner of her eye, leaning on a tree. Frisk turned to see, that it was a short skeleton, gazing at her lazily. He was probably just a millimeter taller than Frisk. He was wearing a faded cerulean hoodie, black shorts, and... slippers? With socks?? He had a huge grin, plastered onto his skull, and eye sockets with pearly glowing orbs for pupils.
"Woah, easy with the knife. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Shake my hand." The skeleton said, ominously. His voice had a slightly low pitch. He held out his hand. Frisk hesitantly grabbed his hand quickly. His fingers were uncomfortable to touch. They were so cold, just like the snow on the ground, and smooth, like fresh ice. Frisk pulled her hand away as quickly as she could. The skeleton cocked his head.
"Uh, You only touched my fingers. Don't you properly know how to shake hands with someone?" Frisk frowned and took the skeleton's palm this time. A fart noise blurted out from the handshake.
"The old "whoopee cushion" in a hand trick. It never gets old. Anyways, I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton. I'm supposed to be watching out for humans, but I'm not really into that stuff. But my brother, Papyrus... HE is a human-catching fanatic." Sans' voice barely had any emotion. You also noticed, that his mouth didn't move when he talked. His eerie grin just stayed where it was.
"Oh, and in fact, there he is right now. Why don't you get behind that conveniently shaped lamp?"
Papyrus was significantly taller than Sans, and he was wearing a flimsy suit of armor. Frisk overheard Sans' and Papyrus' conversation, and to be quite honest, she thought it was pretty silly. Frisk also realized she was standing in Papyrus' view. Frisk thought the skelebros were pretty immature, Sans being a bad joke teller, and Papyrus acting like a little kid. Frisk decided to walk away, since the conversation bored her. After a long stretch of walking, Papyrus finally caught up with Frisk.
"HUMAN, I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!" Papyrus announced. He had a pretty loud voice. Frisk remembered, her purpose. She had to prove her strength to every monster, so she can win her way back home. Even if she didn't have one. Frisk accepted the challenge and let Papyrus attempt to attack her. He was a pretty weak opponent. Papyrus eventually gave up and offered to spare Frisk.
Get spared? By a weak, and puny monster?
Frisk charged at Papyrus and sliced through him. His smile turned turned into a frown, as he realized he was dying.
"I BELIEVE, EVEN YOU CAN CHANGE... FOR THE BETTER.."
Papyrus collapsed. His blood-red scarf swept across the snow, and into a bush. Frisk didn't know Sans, saw everything. He saw his brother being murdered. Being murdered without a reason. Frisk scoffed, and walked away, not noticing Sans, as he grabbed Papyrus' scarf. Sans gently stroked it, and put it around his neck. Sans then crouched down, and squinted his eyes as he stalked Frisk.
"Looks like someone is gonna have a bad time."
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UNDERTALE: A Corrupted Reprisal by Kawaiiarie - #twistfatechallenge
Fanfiction-WARNING- EXTREME EDGINESS IS DISPLAYED IN THE STORY. THERE IS ALSO SOME MINOR GORE. Umm, where do I even begin? Undertale is owned by Toby Fox. I don't own any of the characters used in this story. However, all the writing in this story was created...
