Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-25926749-20160320053617/@comment-25926749-20160327000247

She kept running, and running, not caring about the fact she was about to collapse from exhaustion. She doggedly started to slow down, until she finally fell by someone's legs.

"Oh. You." Lindsay said...before putting her butterfly knife against Frisk's neck. "You really have a lot of nerve, punk."

Frisk didn't do anything, though. She just layed there and accepted it. She almost even brought her hand closer to her to put the knife in her neck. Lindsay exhaled, looking at the poor child.

"Let's get you taken care of. But first thing tomorrow? You're going to stay locked in my closet."