#whatfrisk

[svnfaller-blog]

Oh, that was a new one... They have to greet him properly. 'Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?' Frisk pistol guns at him.

"...Huh?"

...Um, who was this? Was he being hit on?

"WHOA! Dang, Luke!" Lucas felt the oh-so-familiar touch of Claus, the ginger roughly grabbing him by the shoulder."You haven't even said anything, and you're already getting hit on--"

"And you aren't." Despite his aggressive tone, Lucas seemed rather flustered, his fists clenched at his sides.

[crumbledjudgement-blog]

Frisk think Soul as a friend, so because of this that they are doing this right now. They are running straight (as much as they can) to him and leap on them, but they at least had the courtesy to whistle before doing it.

      -- Well, the first sign of alarm was the whistle, the second was the barrelling child, and the third was that he had been tackled rather unceremoniously to the damn floor. He lands with a soft ‘oof’ and wraps his arms around the child before blinking. Whyyyyyy?

                                 “Uh... hey there kiddo.”

[pieanddetermination-blog]

//I like butterscotch ;Y

Once slice of butterscotch pie for a new friend, there’s a little cup of hot cocoa next to it to help you stay warm.

[princelycourt-archive-blog]

'its way past your bedtime.' Frisk was so right about it.

Asriel barely seems to hear Frisk’s comment, super-tired. He turns a moment later, looking near-zombie like from tiredness.“...! H-hey, Frisk... what’re you doin’ in here...?”

[friskiing-blog]

‘Tulips indeed’

[princelycourt-archive-blog]

'How come you're not on top of that tree, angel~?'

Asriel almost drops the plate of cookies he’d prepared.

“A-aah! W-what do you mean, Frisk…!?!”

Asriel blushes BRIGHT red, embarrassed by the sudden [FLIRT].

[thepxcifist-blog]

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 //aggressively shoves it all over you

FIRST OF ALL-- NO.

[displaaced-blog]

▶▶️?

Frisk sits against a tree, doodling in their sketchbook. It’s just a silly picture - and honestly, they can’t really draw well. Still, the doodles make them smile...and hopefully, they’ll make someone else smile too.

Finishing the drawing, Frisk tears it out of the sketchbook and puts it with a pile of twelve other drawings. Thirteen altogether. A number Frisk likes.

They pick up the drawings and head to a very familiar hole - the one they fell into long ago, where they met all of their friends. And their mom. Toriel.

They lean over the hole with a sad smile, looking down into the darkness below. They whistle, and it echoes into the depths - and then they throw the drawings down, watching as they disappear into the darkness. As they fall toward him.

They’re all doodles of Frisk and Asriel visiting places around the world, vandalizing landmarks by putting hot dogs on them. More than 30 hot dogs.