𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 (sans x frisk)

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a·quiv·er
/əˈkwivər/
noun
Quivering ; trembling

Frisk could feel pain on her forehead as she fall on the could hard snow, she groans
Looking up slowly to find out what did she just knocked over...
The figure is tall and mysterious as it looks down toward frisk, she only stare at it
Feeling her heart beating faster and faster
When it suddenly move making frisk yelp shutting her eyes tightly
She waited.......and waited
But nothing happens,
she open her eyes slightly trying to get a peek of what's happening.

he seems to be lending it's hand.......
Frisk only gulps, the last thing she's going to do is
Probably making any contact to any monsters around here ever again....except for Flowey....
She learned from her last experience and it ended with one of her hand being cut off

Frisk just stare at his hand breathing so frantically
Waiting for him to just kill her.......
She can't die......and she used to be scared of the idea of death itself....But now...she wants to be dead more than anything else.

The figure taken back his hand and just stand there
Waiting for frisk to make some kind of attempt to maybe talk or interact or maybe do something.
He sighs, god....this is going to be painful frisk thought to herself as she shut her eyes tightly
He grabs frisk wrist gently as he help her stands up,
She could hear her heartbeat through her ears.
Frisk were surprised.
She just stare at him and now she
could get a better look
she's trying her best not to scream..... another living breathing skeleton
with clothes on...and it could move.....
he has some kind of a floral patterned painted on his face.....like some kind of mark
He is tall and his shoulder are broad and his face are just....so stern...like there is no emotion on his face
He seems to be using almost the same type outfit
That the other skeleton wore...
But the colour is a mixture between orange and white with small details and a
black coloured turtle neck, and his black empty socket make frisk shiver down to her spine
everything is spiraling through her head.....
like how does on..even move?... that didn't click on her head,  she just froze in her tracks while the monster still holding her tightly...not too tight but tight enough to prevent her from running away
"Human.." it say sternly
Frisk just gulp and suddenly a bright flash of blue appear beside the tall figure...

Frisk widens her eyes as she tries to pull her hand out of the skeleton grasp so violently
"Wow, good job papyrus" the shorter skeleton said as he clap his hand and lit his cigarette

still tries to pull her hand, kicking and trying,
though she knows it won't work but she still do it.
"I say....we take her soul to the king and maybe auctioned her body parts"  the shorter skeleton grin widely at her.. his glowing eyes make her scared....
And the fact that they're probably going to chop her off limb by limbs really almost made her black out.

Frisk widen her eyes as she lift up her face staring at the taller skeleton as it stare back at her emotionlessly
she could feel her eyes getting teary and something rolls down from her pearly eyes to her cheeks.
She felt desperate......embarrassed
She always being demeaned on the surface..
But here....she is powerless....
She just gaze down on the snow and sob, breaking down in tears still trying to pull her hand with everything she had.....
She can't use magic
Nor did she really pay attention on learning the martial arts her school provided for her

She gave up and fall on the snow.
The grip the monster hold loosened a lil bit,
and frisk could feel both of them staring at her hopeless most pathetic moment in her life
"Please let me go..." she whispers in a raspy voice..
Her throat are sore from the cold and her never ending scream.....she hold her other hand
That are starting to ache and she winced a couple of times, she waited for them to just finish her off
But nothing happens.