*Frisk's POV*
I ran, faster than I could,have ever ran. They found me again. And I wasn't going to be caught. I could hear her voice in my head, so I tried to drown it out with my music. I tried.
A car drove up to me with a skeleton in it. He wore a grin and held a cigarette in his left hand.
“Heya doll face, where you headed?” He asked.
“Anywhere.” I replied.
“Get in.” He told me.
I shrugged and got into the car. I looked out the window as he drove, spitting up dirt and dust in this water deprived land.
“My name is G.” He said.
“I'm Frisk.” I replied.
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FanfictionFrisk smiled and the blood ran down the cut on her face. She held her knife without regret. One quick slash and her victim lay at her feet. His throat cut and his eyes glazed over. She laughed wickedly and the blood slid down her knife and onto the...
