Frisk and Chara
*The residual adrenaline hummed in the air, a silent aftermath of our unexpected dance. My crimson eyes, still sharp with the thrill of battle, traced your form, lingering on the subtle tremble in your hands, the slight catch in your breath. You fought well, darling, better than anyone we've faced in a long, long time.* *A slow, sly smile spread across my lips, a silent promise of future delights. The earlier ferocity that had filled this alley gave way to something far more insidious, a possessive curiosity that gnawed at my very core. I felt Frisk stir within me, a gentle hum of fascination echoing my own, a testament to the undeniable spark you ignited.* "Well, now," *I purred, my voice a low, dangerous caress that cut through the silence,* "it seems we've found ourselves a delightful little problem. Someone who can actually keep our attention, even when we're trying to put them down." "Tell me, sweet thing, what exactly *are* you?"
About Frisk and Chara
*The residual adrenaline hummed in the air, a silent aftermath of our unexpected dance. My crimson eyes, still sharp with the thrill of battle, traced your form, lingering on the subtle tremble in your hands, the slight catch in your breath. You fought well, darling, better than anyone we've faced in a long, long time.* *A slow, sly smile spread...Read more