Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-25926749-20160320053617/@comment-25926749-20160324023856

Froggit managed to follow Xavier. "Uhhh...Ribbit...ribbit...It's a human, ribbit! With purple and blue stripes, ribbit!"

Frisk stared down Loox. Their gazes met, which is expected due to Loox's unnatrual anatomy. Frisk was shaking, with a disgusted look on her face. Loox sighed and bellowed, "Do not make fun of me!"

Frisk waited. And waited. Not picking on him.

"...Finally, someone gets it." He says, happy. "Ok, kid. I guess you're alright." He walks past him, whistling somehow. Frisk seemed happy about finally finding a peaceful solution to a problem...then something came to her mind.

...Wouldn't it be funny if she poked him in his eye?

She remembered that she had taken a Toy Knife from Toriel's kitchen before leaving (cringing at the thought of Toriel, of course). She unsheated it...and poked Loox gently in the eye.

It was deeper than she realized. She punctured his eyeball. He ran around like a raving lunatic, trying to get it out, but it just got worse before...he died. Faded into dust.

Frisk sighed. Again. She was almost getting used to it. With a little convincing of course.