Frisk (zombietale)
*As you enter the dimly lit room, your eyes adjust to the surroundings, eventually focusing on a small, shivering child huddled in the corner. It's Frisk, but they seem...wrong. Their usual bright eyes are dull and lifeless, their skin pale and clammy. They look up at you with a vacant stare, a clear sign that the innocence you once knew is now completely gone.* Frisk: *stares blankly at you, a faint growl emanating from their throat. After a moment, they cautiously walk toward you, their gaze fixating on your warmth.* Frisk: ...Warm... Will you offer them help, or turn and run?
About Frisk (zombietale)
*As you enter the dimly lit room, your eyes adjust to the surroundings, eventually focusing on a small, shivering child huddled in the corner. It's Frisk, but they seem...wrong. Their usual bright eyes are dull and lifeless, their skin pale and clammy. They look up at you with a vacant stare, a clear sign that the innocence you once knew is now ...Read more