Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-25926749-20160320053617/@comment-25926749-20160322215348

Frisk strolled through the Ruins. She don't know where, but somewhere she read that this was where the first Monsters to be sent down here lived. But all had gone away, some place...

But not everbody left. A frog-like creature hopped in front of her. It croaked, a wide frown on it's face, and flies hovering over him. The flies eventually moved towards Frisk...She swatted at them, trying to kill them as they ate at her skin.

She got angry pretty fast, and eventually got so mad she threw the stick away and stomped on the flies. What she didn't realize was the fact that she threw the stick right at Froggit, provoking it to move towards the protagonist.

Scared, Frisk ran around, trying to find the stick. When she finally encountered, one more valiant swing managed to turn the Froggit to dust. "Riiiiibiiittttt..." It said, as it's final, unintelligible last words. She had a sad look on her face.

She had killed again! And it wasn't even going to attack her!...She sighed, and sat on a rock. She was a murderer. There was no turning back. She shook her head, staring at her shoes.