Frisk, or that's what she believed her name is... Once she fell she could only remember that...
Frisk stared at the golden flowers... Tempting to pick one... No they where not her favorite.
She heard a voice behind her... No not the sweet voice of someone named Toriel.
They where cloaked in a Shadow. They spoke quickishly. "Human don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand..."
That not what she expected in the ruins... she expected a slightly more welcoming... Maybe not from the one and only... Sans.
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Sans x Frisk(Alex) I have Fallen...Again... Maybe...
FanfictionFrisk the sweet, Frisk the good, Frisk the pure, Frisk the loved, Frisk is sick and tired of all the names she gets. She wants to be called who she is. She Isn't Girly. Slightly on the Tomboyish side. But that's not the point. She's not 100% good wh...
