#askptafrisk

[slybones]

'It's just six words'

Six word story | {x}

Their small coffin was the heaviest.

[slybones]

Continued from here | {x}

@askptafrisk

Damn, this kid had a devious streak in them. They loved it. They were laughing under their breath, their frustration with Sans gone at the explanation. Much better. At least the other had explained it before.

“I don’t have any intention to hurt you.” They didn’t have any intention to directly hurt anyone- that was up for Sans to do for them. Dakota was a little too sadistic when it came to getting what they wanted from their muse. “And even if I had, I’m not from here anyways. World’s a big place.”

And even bigger when they came from an entirely different universe.

“Mm, sure. What’re you looking for?” Dakota’s grin was definitely up into a smirk, taking their phone out. “Baby photos? Memories? Hell, he doesn’t remember a lot of them- he’d probably call me out as a liar, but I can prove ‘em all.”

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Want a random starter? | {x}

📫 for a text message starter

[Text]: hey, gonna be home soon.

[Text]: want me to stop someplace ‘n get takeout? i’m thinking pizza.

[Text]: i’d tell a pizza joke, but i know one thing- anyone has a chance to have topped ‘em.

[go-dunk-yourself-blog]

"Happy Birthday, Sans." Frisk said, hiding something behind their back.

“Thanks little buddy. What have you got there?” he asked, leaning over Frisk’s shoulder to get a peek.

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"What are you doing?"

sly what are you doing | {x}

18. Talking to a bird

“This bird called to me. I gotta talk to it- it doesn’t seem to get what I’m saying, so I got to figure out its language. Think there’s a chance?”

He’s probably just being Sans and knows all too well there’s no point to any of it; nonetheless, there he was, staring at the caged bird with such a set expression with his hands on his knees, whistling and hooting at it in a feeble attempt to make conversation.

“Heh- at least it isn’t that hawkward.” 

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Starter Prompts | {x}

☁- Our muses in a thunderstorm.

Sans swore he read something about thunderstorms before, but nothing compared to the first time being flung into one. The skeleton had no clue what was happening outside and had immediately gone through the house to find Frisk, silently slipping into the other’s room, eye sockets wider. The next flash of lightening and crash of thunder made him jolt, and he could hear his bones rattling as he reached out to gently wake the other from their sleep.

...How could anyone sleep through this?

“H-Hey, Frisk- you okay, I-” Interrupted by another round, he found himself silent again, listening to the rain beat against the roof as he withdrew his hand, silently staring and squirming where he was. Sans couldn’t stop himself from feeling unnerved, in the very least- the underground had nothing like this. 

[causticgibber-blog]

@tipsywitch @callousgallionic @tacentgonoph @askptafrisk @threshprinceofbelair I KNOW I CHECKED OUT ONE OF THESE LINKS ONLY TO BE EXCEEDINGLY DISAPPOINTED. I'M DISAPPOINTED IN ALTERNATE ME FOR EVEN *BEGINNING* TO IMPERSONATE TROLL WILL SMITH BUT THAT OBVIOUSLY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT. *ANYWAY* ALL OF YOU SHOULD SAY SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELFS THAT'S AT LEAST SOMEWHAT INTERESTING. IF I'M ALREADY WASTING MY TIME ON THIS WEBSITE I MIGHT AS WELL MAKE IT SOMEWHAT WORTH IT.

[aquaticregicide-blog]

“You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“I’vve been trusted wwith ‘em before.”