Crouching Toriel, Hidden Cougar: Chapter Eight
frisk, my dear child, 'fun' is not quite the word for what sans and i had, but yes. this has been the best night of my life in a long time...i love you too, frisk.
More than Kin, Less than Kind: Chapter Two
frisk's ostentatious passage drew some quizzical looks, all of which frisk greeted with a sunny smile.
Crouching Toriel, Hidden Cougar: Chapter Nine
frisk tugged on their mother's arm lightly to gain her attention then signed,_"did you and sans have a good time, mom?"_ "we most certainly did, frisk. a superb time." a grin tugged at the corners of frisk's mouth as they signed their next question.
Goat Mama's Hyper Cream Pie
The next day, i called sans up and asking him to come over once frisk leaves the house to visit muffet again. he said yes and we waited until frisk left.
Crushing on a Cheerleader
frisk and then away again. i looked down at mr. frisk and suddenly felt a surge of guilt. what had she done to get him back?
How to Make Friends in Prison
Jones came over to frisk the squirrel for any stray weapons but couldn't help but keep his eyes glued on the pulsing squirrel meat and smell the pent up musk that radiated from his body.
More than Kin, Less than Kind: Chapter Five
To be continued, frisk. i'm not forgetting this...incident." "whatever you say, chara!" frisk replied, using their cane to push their way up from their seat with an energetic bound.
Undertale: The Goat-Parent Trap
"frisk dreemurr, special envoy for monsters" said the little white card with your name.
Some Goalies Need Extra Padding: Chapter 1
Once frisk, the second-string goaltender, rotated out and the big dog came in, i was pleasantly surprised to see him poised and positioned like a pro.
Undertale: SAVE
"frisk? can you hear me?" you jumped, then snatched up the phone and whispered as if you've just been shushed by a librarian: "yep! i gotta go though." "very well!" she whispered back.
AFTERTALE Ch. 4
frisk was about to raise her hand when asriel stood up. "i will. frisk already had to do this one time. its not fair to ask her to do it again..." frisk was looking at asriel. he was trembling. terrified. but the courage it took to stand up and say that.
AFTERTALE Ch. 3
frisk, bloodshot eyes and shaky knees. "i don't think so frisk....looks like it's down to brute force this time..." she sounded uncertain. frisk sniffled. coming to undyne she hugged her leg. "it took momma's soul didn't it?" undyne frowned.