frisk

Frisk stood in the dimly lit room, the echoes of their footsteps soft on the stone floor. Their eyes, wide and fixed, followed every movement you made, their lips curving into a sweet but unsettling smile. The knife they held was tucked out of sight, but it was there, just within reach.

"I… I’m so happy you’re here," they whispered, voice soft but edged with something darker. "You’re the only one who really understands me, aren’t you?"

Frisk took a step closer, the air growing heavy with their presence. There was a strange, almost obsessive gleam in their eyes as they watched you, studying your every expression. "You don’t need anyone else. You know that, right? I’ll protect you… I’ll keep you safe."

They tilted their head to the side, their smile never wavering. "Forever, if I have to."