Frisk was incredibly pissed. He could sit through Sans and keep a straight face, or even fight Asriel's hyper death form but nobody. NOBODY hurts his Chara and gets away with it.
He gripped his knife tighter. Glaring literal daggers he started walking to the nearest assailant. Most men would turn tail and run when they saw Frisk in his "determination state" but this man was either very brave or very stupid. The mystery man swung a punch at Frisk. Frisk took the blow without flinching. He grimaced and pulled the man's soul out of his chest and scorched it with black flames. Needless to say the man went unconscious immediately.
Frisk turned to the other four. Three of them seemed to gain some sense and ran away. The only one left was the one with a knife at Chara's throat. Frisk saved, not knowing how this would pan out. Deciding upon a direct approach he summoned black fire and launched it at the man. The man cracked his hand across Chara's head and tossed her towards the fire. Frisk's stomach lurched. He rushed forward and grabbed Chara, setting her gently on the floor.
He then ran faster than the eye could see and smashed his gist across the man's face and sent him through a wall with a satisfying crunch.
Frisk wrapped Chara in his arms protectively and held her. He promised to keep her safe. And by god he would.
AN: Heya! People read this! I'm so happy! Shout out to deathtorch35 and dastardlyninja! You two made my day! Thank you to all the other readers as well! It means a lot to me. See you in the next chapter! Bye!
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what now?
General FictionFrisk freed everyone. He killed everyone. He won. He lost. He did everything to do in this world. so that begs the question. What now? AN: this story has au features and later charisk. Sorry for the cover art too. It's not the best. Anyway enjoy!
