4 Works by GhostInTheWindow
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A small fic I wrote in honor of Technoblade.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 251
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 6
- Hits:
- 54
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Frisk reached out to the shining star floating next to them that only they could see. They closed their hand around it, saving their progress. If they died, they would just respawn right here, at this time and place.
They walked toward the center of the room, turning around and walking backwards as if in awe of the room. As they did, they whispered, “Three, two, one."
“So. Frisk. You’ve come back.”
OR - Frisk just went through a genocide route and is ready for the "final" boss. Or, at least, they think they are.