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@determinationem
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@bezerkcr // continued from here
Frisk was no stranger to pain. Being cursed as they were, they’d experienced death time and time again... only to come back to relive such pain once more.
Still... It must have been hard going through it alone. They didn’t know what kind of monster or other being the redhead was, but as far as they could tell the mist was working to repair their body. They wondered if it hurt like when Frisks’s body pieced itself back together. They decided it would be rude to ask.
They sat down next to the stranger and sighed.
“I’m sorry,” they said softly. “I can only imagine how badly it must hurt.”
% (text meme - hope this is okay!!)
[ To: Unknown contact. ]
( yo uh
( i found this number on a piece a paper so like
( names pico, who dis
Good going, Pico. Text complete strangers, that’ll work fine.
A piece of paper...?
At first, Frisk wasn’t sure what they meant. But it became clear soon enough. By some means, they’d managed to get a phone for Tabi so they could keep in touch in case something happened. They’d even scribbled their number for the old phone Toriel gave them down on some scrap number in case Tabi couldn’t figure out how to get to his contacts.
Instead, this happened.
[Frisk:] ah sorry that was supposed to be for my friend.
[Frisk:] im frisk nice to meet you
[Frisk:] and yes i’m fully aware its a weird name
immortal-tribrid:
@determinationem liked this for a starter! So, at one point or another, she's probably seen a plethora of uncommon and interesting versions of Frisk. Though, seems not a lot of adult type Frisks out there from what she's seen. Adult types across the underverse seemed to be few and far between, between Frisks and Charas. Well, at least she's at the chance of meeting Chara's galore during her travels with that vengeance of hers. Regardless, here we are, in some out of place timeline where there laid a Frisk. The immortal seemed to have kept an eye on them for while before coming in contact with them.
Tabi had plans. It wasn’t a rarity, by any means, but it certainly wasn’t common either. Frisk figured he had likely come across Eve and hoped to finally get his revenge. Frisk was more than happy to admit they hoped he never would.
But that also left them alone. The city was growing dark. Even with street lamps helping guide their way through the park, they still felt uneasy. Sans could be anywhere. If he caught them alone...
Frisk preferred not to think about it.
Still, it was impossible not to notice that someone was keeping an eye on them. Finally, they approached. At least they weren’t him.
“Can I help you?”
“Tabi...? Tabi?”
Frisk looked around with wide eyes. They could have sworn the skull-headed man was right behind them when they wandered off to see the shopping district... only to find him gone when they tried to show him a cute sweater they liked.
A chill ran down their spine. If they weren’t careful, Sans might find them. If he caught Frisk alone, it was game over. They’d be killed, only to come back to life yet again.
They wanted to avoid that pain as much as possible.

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//Thinking about posting all the pics I drew of my Frisk... provided y’all would like to see. :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
// The only completed writing I’ve done regarding my Frisk’s portrayal. I’ve done some rps with my hubby, but I’ve yet to edit those for the public eye. Hope you enjoy. :)
𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.
these are lifted from the hulu show with the same name, triggering content may be possible, please read and reblog with caution. adjust any as needed!
sometimes a second chance is just another chance to get it wrong.
you’ll hear me bassooner or later.
i’m going to stop you before you accidentally say I’m not sexy.
please stop me.
the sharing of stories is kind of transactional.
isn’t it insulting to flirt now?
seventy’s the new forty.
suddenly it’s rude to tell a secretary she looks nice in a pair of slacks.
who the hell knows?
no. to that whole sentence.
rock icon sting is a dog-poisoning murderer.
he’s like the next OJ. a hot, buddhist OJ.
embrace the mess. that’s where the good stuff lives.
this is exactly like die hard!
no one wants a murder podcast about real estate!
even the elevator wanted that story to end.
a cat never really leaves you, because they transmit parasites.
i loved our shows.
it’s setting money on fire i don’t care for.
oh, you’re the other one. got it.
those are our proverbial onions, raw and peeled.
and yours? care to peel for us?
sometimes it’s easier to figure out someone else’s secret than it is to deal with your own.
it’s so hot in here. do we have to do this in a closet?
i mean, a murderer probably lives in the building.
i guess old white guys are only afraid of colon cancer and societal change.
i’ve fallen in love with so many dead people.
do you appeal to anybody?
you are scoring a murder mystery, not DJing a hobbit’s wedding.
yeah, you look pretty poor.
i’m totally migraining, you guys meet the sea witch without me.
so go on ahead and enjoy your cute little lives.
i literally pass him in the elevator once a month, just so you know.
new yorkers have a special way of communicating.
true crime num-nuts.
i don’t tip. i think it’s elitist. i send out autographed photos instead.
i’m gonna fucking find out.
calls bother them for some reason.
i think our list of suspects just got longer.
i will burn it and snort the ashes like it’s 1982.
can i just stream it later and spare myself?
i can’t tell if you’re acting or not.
oh, believe me, when he’s acting, you can tell.
who educated you?
i want you to be less mean.
no one ever brings anyone a turkey with bad intentions.
oh my god, there’s food.
really? do you not see this coat?
i have this recurring dream. i’m in bed. i wake up and there’s a man standing over me.
what the fuck is in [optional:name]’s mouth?
so, i kick him right in the nuts.
i grab my knitting needle and i take him down to the bone with that thing.
sometimes, when i can’t sleep, i imagine brutally murdering that dude.
i’m out like a light. works everytime.
it’s not what you think!
oh, you fancy.
new york can be a fucking lot.
all the eyes on you. all the time.
hey baby, where you goin’ so tough?
two thousand women report assaults here every year.
it’s a place that makes you binge watch dateline to find out on to not end up on dateline.
it was the most constant refrain from my childhood.
the fuck?
look, nobody liked him.
can we all just be grateful that he’s gone?
let’s see if [optional:name]’s free. i’ll call her.
should i text?
say something nice and move on.
Does anybody have anything they would like to share about [optional:name]?
oh! how did you get here?
it was open.
i don’t lock my door. never have.
the motherfucking garbage bag!
why would he get on the elevator with that?
there’s a chute on every floor.
what was in there?
we all had the same thought?
ah. different thought.
we should do our own podcast.
i’m not dying. it’s anxiety.
is it cancer?
i just need to know how invested i should get in you.
you don’t adopt a twenty year old dog.
it happens sometimes when i talk to people.
i have it managed.
i just don’t talk to people.
what do you share?
i just.. i just find dating exhausting.
if it works out, scary. and if it doesn’t work out, scary.
i just want to go home and plant my face into a pillow.
sounds like an afternoon.
do i want to break into a dead guy’s apartment and go through all his shit?
it’s the first time i’ve ever been alone in like .. ever.
i tend to make packs where ever i go.
what happened?
i shared. i got a second date.
i need to sleep for a month!
it’s about a jealous stalker and surveillance.
it actually seems like it was written by .. a killer.
right. you should wait. plenty of time.
are you kidding me?
every breath you take is no love song.
well, at the end of the first act, there was the amazing number.
i can still hear the sound of them all hitting the floor.
chorus boys tend to stick together.
there is no bigger flop than my show.
we got bad reviews before we even opened.
what the fuck! oh my god!
what the shit was that?
we just wanted to see how you were holding up.
i wish i were dead.
now’s not a good time, so.
any comments?
we’re gonna go down there and look around for clues. wanna come?
you liked it, right?
is that what my face is saying?
this doesn’t make sense.
where do we start?
i got in the elevator with these two weirdos.
approximately twelve minutes from now, i will be murdered.
apparently one of you jerk offs did it.
i can’t stop thinking about this.
we should do our own true crime podcast.
right now the only thing that matters is there’s a killer on the loose.
oh, that is a very good line.
i think we’re onto something big here.
why are they all selfies?
so i don’t draw suspicion.
i’m gonna pass out!
get the who, the why and the why now.
get the what and the what?
see, why would you say what? i never said what. there’s no what.
shit just got super real.
get out of the building now.
keep your eyes peeled!
anything could be a clue.
do you consent to being recorded?
i like the emotion. keep that.
the crying is covering the dialogue.
are you associated with the deceased?
just in passing. not his passing. just when we pass by.
we find the right connection and all this cracks open.
i can’t tell if i want it to be nothing or i want it to be something.
turns out the ones you think you know best, might be the ones you know least.
every true crime story is actually true for someone.
yes, and this is just occurring to you?
i think we should just hit him with the charmer.
is it on now?
i’ll take the lead on this.
well i can turn on the charm.
why did this happen to you?
i want to solve this murder so catch me up.
i know. it’s weird.
seems like everyone in the building loved her.
they both died the same day.
really? what did you hear just exactly?
i shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.
something about a missing ring?
why would you say it like that?
i wouldn’t put it like that.
what did you do?
what is wrong with you?
you’re taking too long.
i faint at the sight of blood.
you know, there’s a cat in your freezer.
you’re right. we should be more respectful.
what episode is this from?
i saw that bullshit on youtube this morning.
i’m so lost here. can someone please fill me in.
i literally feel myself aging when i listen to you.
how do you not know anyone.
you know what, i think you should stay upstairs.
we should just promise not to lie and trust each other. i can do that.
filming something today?
i’m not wearing make up.
i was just coming up to get you.
i have a way in.
those were made up mysteries.
maybe you’re right. maybe going at it alone is better.
hi. i’m not sure why i’m doing this.
i hate new years eve. it means winter break is over.
you’re a goddamn asshole! what the fuck was that?
i saw someone.
in case i’m next.
the secrets are the fun part.
who’s telling the truth? who’s lying?
you don’t have to sign your texts. i know it’s you.
what kind of person leaves their window open and then gets mad at a cat for wondering in?
CONFRONTATIONS
“ you have to talk to someone, eventually. it doesn’t have to be me, but. you need to. ”
“ i’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on. ”
“ you may like to pretend, but i don’t. something is wrong and you’re hiding it from me. ”
“ you can’t even say that and look me in the eyes. you’re clearly lying. just tell me the truth. ”
“ everyone else might be buying it, but i don’t. what’s wrong? ”
“ you’re not fine. you’re clearly not fine. and you don’t have to keep saying that you are. ”
“ you can talk to me, you know. whatever you have to say, i’m not gonna judge you or do anything. i just want to listen. ”
“ you can’t run away from this forever. ”
“ i can’t keep acting like i don’t see something is wrong with you. ”
“ you keep acting like if you let down your guard the world will end. ”
“ stop brushing me off. i know something is going on. ”
“ hey— look at me. you can talk to me. ”
“ i don’t know if you think you’re being strong or protecting me, but i don’t need you to keep painting on smiles when you’re clearly upset. ”
“ why don’t you trust me enough to let me in? ”
“ you think if you run around taking care of everyone else, no one will notice you’re falling apart. ”
“ you keep acting like you’re looking for an excuse to leave. ”
“ stop. just stop trying to avoid this. shutting me out isn’t going to fix the problem. ”
“ you do realize you don’t have to do this alone right? ”
“ you think you’re handling this on your own but you’re not. that’s not how it works when the people who care about you can see you’re suffering but refusing to ask for help. ”
“ you don’t get a choice this time. i’m helping you. ”
“ why do you keep lying to me like i don’t know ever time you try it? ”
“ i don’t know why you seem to think you have to hide your pain. ”
“ i don’t know why you thought i wasn’t going to notice. but i see right through you. ”
“ i know you’re having nightmares again. ”
“ why are you acting like this? ”
“ don’t change the subject. i saw you crying. ”
“ you fucked it up. ”
“ what the hell is wrong with you? ”
“ just tell me what the fuck the problem is? ”
“ did you just flinch away from me? ”
“ i trusted you. why can’t you trust me too? ”
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Sorry for the poor quality, these were made from a small area of pixels. I also apologize for getting Frisk and Chara left out of the photo set!
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“Your soul burns with DETERMINATION...”
//I don’t know why I’m making another rp blog in less than 24 hours, but here we are. My name is Ichi, and I used to rp in this fandom ages ago. I must have been called Spooky back then, but I can’t remember.
Regardless, this blog covers a Frisk haunted by the endless cycle they were forced to go through for seven years. At times, kindness reigned supreme; at others, Chara’s hatred took over their actions. They’ve escaped since and been out for two or three years.
After a less than savory past with Sans, the two are exes but most certainly not amicable. Killing a man’s brother an endless number of times will make you hate anyone. Frisk understands.
As Frisk’s verse is merged with Undertale’s, they are currently travelling alongside the character Tabi in hopes of convincing him revenge isn’t the way to go.
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