Frisk? Chara? (It's Chara) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
corruptedsave) wrote2015-11-11 02:04 am
corruptedsave) wrote2015-11-11 02:04 am
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A little fabulae_victoriana writing.
It had taken too many days for 'Frisk' to find the information they were seeking. It was almost surprising that even in the most human filth filled areas of this city that no one would want to talk about some humans who roughed up a monster. And that fact made them even more angry, reminding them of long forgotten feelings they had towards humanity.
So they used that as a motivator, and eventually they found someone. Were they involved in the series of events that led to the Sans Frisk had met earlier being injured? At the moment, Frisk didn't care. Words were exchanged, a warning from the child to the adults.
They thought it was funny.
They stopped laughing after Frisk had stabbed one of them in the leg. Then things got hectic, and they remembered that humans are most certainly harder to fight than the monsters of their world. A killing intent didn't render flesh and bones weak to their attacks, although after being hit, hard enough to break their nose and give them the start of a nice shiner... Frisk started to laugh.
And they didn't stop. Even after being stabbed in their left arm. That just made them laugh more. Even when they finally got one of the men down, and kept plunging their own knife (gleefully knicked from Mrs. Faraday's kitchen) into the fallen man. Even as their expression seemed to shift and change, eyes becoming dark and their features warped into a mockery of a smile. They didn't stop.
Oh, they did stop for one thing. To say one simple warning, before the other men took off to save their own hides.
"There are much worse monsters then those skeletons, so you best leave them be."
Frisk would be making their way back to the boarding house. Once they're done, and they made no effort to clean themselves up. They saw no point, Sans knew who they were. Why hide it?
So they used that as a motivator, and eventually they found someone. Were they involved in the series of events that led to the Sans Frisk had met earlier being injured? At the moment, Frisk didn't care. Words were exchanged, a warning from the child to the adults.
They thought it was funny.
They stopped laughing after Frisk had stabbed one of them in the leg. Then things got hectic, and they remembered that humans are most certainly harder to fight than the monsters of their world. A killing intent didn't render flesh and bones weak to their attacks, although after being hit, hard enough to break their nose and give them the start of a nice shiner... Frisk started to laugh.
And they didn't stop. Even after being stabbed in their left arm. That just made them laugh more. Even when they finally got one of the men down, and kept plunging their own knife (gleefully knicked from Mrs. Faraday's kitchen) into the fallen man. Even as their expression seemed to shift and change, eyes becoming dark and their features warped into a mockery of a smile. They didn't stop.
Oh, they did stop for one thing. To say one simple warning, before the other men took off to save their own hides.
"There are much worse monsters then those skeletons, so you best leave them be."
Frisk would be making their way back to the boarding house. Once they're done, and they made no effort to clean themselves up. They saw no point, Sans knew who they were. Why hide it?