"Please, child, let me keep you. I know you won't like it... but it's to keep you alive!" Toriel begged Frisk.
"Sorry goat mom," Frisk replied.
"Child," Toriel said as they approached a door.
"If you continue forward, they--"
"Don't play the pronoun game please."
"Asgore, will kill you."
"Oh no," Frisk said sarcastically, waving her arms around.
"This is for your own good."
She turned around.
Frisk entered a fight with Toriel. Her body disappeared to show her soul.
"God dammit, I'm not fighting you!"
"Show me you are ready!"
Toriel was acting aloof.
"If I'm dumb enough to actually ask you, I think I'm ready."
Fireballs dropped from the sky and swiveled around, leaving only small gaps for Frisk to leap through.
"NOT FIGHTING!" Frisk screamed.
Frisk aced the attack the first time, but the second time she hit one.
"Look, I know you can fight better--!" Frisk started, but was rudely interrupted by a Toriel screaming "FIGHT OR FLEE!"
"Nah, man, rather'd just get outta here without squat, but seeing as you're going to make sure of that, might as well let ya kill me."
A different attack appeared.
Toriel's paw swept the bulletboard, creating a fire trail that would home in on Frisk.
Frisk failed miserably.
Two hits.
Ten HP taken from Toriel. Ten left. "Y'know Tor, I'm not going to try anymore," Frisk shrugged.
"There's really no point in trying. I'm not great at dodging and you're good at killing kids. I've heard the lore. I didn't think it was real so... I came to see. Turns out I met a flower, a frog, and a goat who isn't."
Toriel still looked at Frisk with an expression that fit her less than someone shipping lava and ice together. "Toriel...." Frisk really had nothing to say.
Fire dropped from the sky. Frisk didn't even try. "Flee, go upstairs," Toriel hissed at Frisk.
"Even if I die, I won't back down."
Toriel's face took on a more "her" expression.
HP, 2.
"Please, go upstairs!" she begged.
"No, I'm going through that door!" Frisk insisted. "Wait wait wait...."
Frisk made a fist like she was holding a microphone. "Please hold your cringe until the end of the line, thank you!" she said.
"If you love me let me GOO!! If you love me let me GOOOO!!!! 'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars. The fear of falling apart. And truth be told, I was never yours. The fear, the fear of falling apart."
Toriel sat down and looked away from Frisk.
"Pathetic, isn't it?" Toriel said.
"What? My singing?"
"I can't even save a child, let alone now seven."
"I'll be fine, don't worry goat mom. You can count on me like 1, 2, 3, and I'll be there." Frisk laughed at her own joke she knew Toriel wouldn't understand. (Songs are great, aren't they?)
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Fanfiction[WARNING!] Swears and spoilers! #54 in SOULS tag on May 12, 2018 #10 in DREEMURR tag on May 18, 2018 So stood the little child on top of Mt. Ebott, staring at the yawning hole in front of her. This was it. This was where everything would end. She si...
