I look at the table, and my Mother was speaking with my father. Asriel was looking at Chara, and I giggled at the googly eyes they were looking at each other with. I was also repulsed since I hate romance. But that's besides the point.
The point is, walking dead from the bar was sitting in my home.
Looking fine as hell.
You could eat him like a snacc fine as hell.
He was wearing a dark red under-shirt, with a white coat over it. The tie was a lighter red, and he was wearing thin ebony black gloves. I'm pretty sure if he smiled at me, I would turn into a damn waterfall.
"So what do you think of Donald Trump?"
"Racist, arrogant, and a self-centered asshole. Why?" I look over at the man and bite my tongue to stop myself from flirting.
"I guess I just wanted to know since you have to work with the ugly ass orange." I snort, and hunch my back. My mother slaps my shoulders, and I laugh harder. "Frisk! That is not lady-like manners!" She whisper-yells. "Sorry, ma." I chuckle, I straighten my posture and turn back to him. "He does have a pretty nasty hairline too. Seeing it up close? It's like the Arc of the Covenent, it'd burn your eyes." He smirks, and I nearly melt. Damn this man is hot. But jokes on him since I'm a switch.
This is just a little trailer for the continuation-
Sorry guys, ik its short, but liek, im tired-
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Forever NOT Yours
FantasíaFrisk was bisexual, and had a girlfriend, but her lover was an abusive woman. She hurt frisk. Giving the beautiful woman scars, and bruises. Frisk had finally had enough and broke up with her. Weeks before the break up was when the monsters had been...
