1018 AD, Outside:
"It'll be alright," Sans insisted to his little brother. They both looked nervously ahead of themselves. "We are monsters. No biggie. We'll be fine."
"But everyone's gone. Everyone's gone," Papyrus insisted. "Gone."
"King Asgore made it. He'll make sure we all survive okay," Sans said, trying to bring some kind of ease to his little brother. They were scooted more forward though. Quicker and quicker.
"Is this it, Brother?" Papyrus asked him. "Tell me if it's it? Are we going to be dust?"
"No, no way," Sans insisted. He picked up his little brother, noticing the humans were getting more demanding of the speed. Sans was only about 8, and his little brother was 4. And they were all they had of each other now. "We'll be okay."
He looked down at the hole uneasily. "We'll be okay."
1216, Outside:
"I am the same age as the princess today," Papyrus said to Sans. "We are both eight. Does she play with skeletons?"
Twelve-year-old Sans shrugged. "I don't know. Probably best not to mess with royalty though."
1498, Outside:
"Don't do this! Really, please?!" The human cried out as fourteen-year-old Sans handed it toward Undyne. "No, please! No!"
"Sorry," Sans said softly. He meant it. He couldn't do anything. The child didn't know how strong it was, and they didn't have a choice but to send it to King Asgore. If they didn't, it could take out the rest of the Underground.
1598, Outside:
Sixteen-year-old Sans didn't want to do it as he saw another human going over the bridge. He just went through this not too long ago, but Papyrus was just ahead. He had to get it to Undyne before his little brother saw what happened.
1998, Outside:
"Sans, be alert!" Papyrus shouted toward him.
Sans was minimally on alert, but he wished he didn't have to be alert at all. He just caught a human nearly three months ago, and he just spotted another one. You'll be number six. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. But once it learned its power, it could wipe them all out. I was born monster, forced to live down here. You were born human, forced to fall and have this happen. Nothing can be done.
Just one more time after this. That would be it, just one more time. It was a little girl, pigtails, red hair too with glasses. They were all so young. At this rate, he wouldn't even be twenty-four before he could breathe the sweet smell of fresh air again.
Outside, 2018 . . .
"So? Is your mom really going to let you go?" Jason asked Frisk T as he made himself comfortable on his sister's bed. "I mean, I can't get my mom to let me go, but your mom has to. She just has to. I mean, your names are Frisk. Just like the character in the game. She's got to let you two go."
Frisk T. didn't answer Jason back as he played his game. His sister didn't answer him either. Jason was a good friend, but half the time, they really didn't have time to converse with him. Instead, him and his sister usually had their backs facing away from the bed, each on their own computer.
Each of them had two computers in their rooms. Their mother thought that maybe that would help them at least move to spending more time in each other's room and bonding them. It didn't. It just made it easier to work with different accounts on each computer.
Currently, they were in his sister's room but the average person couldn't tell. Their rooms were mostly alike. They each had custom made shelves for their systems: Atari, Sega and it's CD extension, NES, Super NES, all their PS's, Xbox, Gamecube, Dreamcast, all their wiis and any other new systems that had come out. They even had a a small compartment below them all for their handhelds. It was paid for by their father.
He also paid for the game display cases that carried their games. People who visited their rooms always mentioned that it looked like they stole display centers full of games from their local game store. They had so many, it was hard to tell the difference.
Not really. Only their best or current games from consoles made it into them. After they beat a game so bad that they 'demolished' it. Bombed their way to every secret, every piece of dialogue, fought every extra boss, then they gave it to their dad. He would approve it for the game display, if it was on console, or take it away forever.
Almost everything in the room was paid for by their father, Ben Nation. The only way to tell that they were even separate rooms was through subtle observation.
Frisk T. had black walls with white carpet, while his sister had blue walls with white carpet. There was a small, more individualized shelfing for toys their mother tried to get them into. E's was full of things like dolls and techno toys. It offset her closet that held the fancy dresses that their mother had Frisk E. wear for events.
The fanciness could be seen in Frisk's bedding too. All white, frilly, with a bed skirt of blue. That Jason was currently lying down on with his shoes against the back of her blue base board.
It didn't make Jason his sister's favorite, but she tolerated it for him.
"Hello?" Jason called back out to them. "Earth to the Frisks?"
Frisk T. didn't want to talk about the current subject with Jason, but since they couldn't look at him back, the only way to show they were even listening was to talk back to him. "Mom doesn't care about games. There's no way she'd let E. go either. I mean, maybe me, but it depends I guess on the mood."
"He's right," his sister Frisk E. said, just on the other side of him. She treated it the same way, her eyes on her own computer, following the game. "Mom's going to want to do something else with me, Jason."
He looked at his sister's screen during some of the games downtime. He tapped his fingers beside his keyboard. "l can't believe you are really wasting time doing that today."
Frisk E. tapped her foot once and clenched her computer mouse. "I wanted to see if something different happened with So Sorry when the character was played at the exact date in Undertale." She flicked a glance toward him. "You know I can't do it on my game and dad won't get it on console since I already demolished it."
He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. She had a point. She could probably cheat by messing with the files, but their dad wouldn't approve of that. They weren't supposed to manipulate files, that was a handicap to him. Cheating, showed no finesse. He changed the subject. "How long can you survive in Oxygen Not Included?"
"Long enough," she muttered looking back toward her computer. "Longer than you, T."
The Frisks weren't fraternal twins, but each of them still had the same dark hair color and some similar features. Twins was the word their dad used so much, they didn't know whether their mother was telling the truth that they were born less than a year apart. Their dad wasn't the most honest man, and he was peculiar at times. He even wanted them to share the same first name.
Both named Frisk with the last name Nation, they grew used to calling each other by their middle initials. His sister called him T., and everyone else just called him Frisk or Frisk T. Frisk was originally his name, but their dad encouraged them both to share the name. Something about team building they would understand when they would get older.
His sister's real name was Frisco E. Nation. She hated the name though, it reminded her of a grease company, and she usually loved pleasing their parents. So she was Frisk almost all the time, except with their mother.
"E. is just kicking ass and taking names in Undertale today," Jason's voice said, bringing T. back to the real world again.
"Our mom is gonna kick you out if she hears you saying that, Jason," Frisk T. warned him, actually looking away from his game again. "No cussing."
"No cussing," Jason said. "Maybe eleven years old is young to cuss, but your dad has you guys playing games like Silent Hill too. Silent Hill 2, just what you said about it is scary enough without even playing it."
"Don't judge a game," both he and his sister said at once, "just demolish it."
Jason rolled over on the bed.
"Frisk T!" His mom called for him, and not with her sweet mothering voice. She must have found out about his grades. "Get down here! I want to talk to you."
"Shoot." T. saved his game and got up from the computer. "Be back." Hopefully those weren't his last words. It wasn't easy though. His mom wanted him to study, and use his intelligence to become successful, famous, or marry someone successful and famous. His dad wanted him to beat every single game out there that could be thrown at them because he used to be someone back in his past. Not lose it and make the same mistakes he did.
It was impossible to please them both.
Jason moved closer on the bed toward E's computer. "So, E., are you gonna go?"
"I don't know," Frisk said as she continued her game. She would much rather concentrate on her game than talk to Jason, he was more of her brother's friend. Somehow, they had seemed to pair off at a recess one day. They found out each other played computer games, and even though they were two years apart, Jason still liked to hang out with them. He lived not too far off either, making his presence a regular occurence.
Frisk was not into him as much as her brother. He bothered them while they were trying to master their games, never at any of the few times they could veg out and do something else. He honestly seemed more like a leech, hanging out with them because of their father's past accomplishments. He also learned tricks and tips to beating his own games, or watched them play and decided whether he wanted to try. She only put up with his presence because he could be labeled as friend for T. Their lives were so chaotic, living between pleasing their mom and dad, that friends were hard to come by.
"But come on. I mean, when it's your turn to go up there and they ask 'what's your name?', people are going to blow up when you say, 'Frisk'. I want to go just for that alone."
"If I do get lucky enough, I'm not saying that," Frisk said. "Mom would be upset if I used a different name than the one I have in something official."
"But everyone calls you Frisk," Jason said. "Everyone, Frisk. Even your teachers call you by that nickname."
It didn't mean she was going to dishonor her mother right there though. Frisco was her real name, but she didn't enjoy it. It was supposed to be trendy. Frisk's mother was all about trends. She was a social butterfly, and having to be the daughter of such an active social butterfly, Frisk was good at knowing how to act for people too. "It doesn't say that on my birth certificate."
"Okay, fine." Jason took his feet off the baseboard and brought them to her bedding. "I'd go just to hear you say your name was Frisco then."
Frisk winced and her fingers curled. "I have to concentrate, Jason. My dad wants me to get good at this."
Frisk was close to her father. Her mother wasn't married to him, but she saw him at least twice a week. For as long as she could remember, she watched him speed-run classic titles. He was the most proud of her when she was demolishing a game. Taking games and knowing them inside and out, completing them. Knowing the dialogue boxes so well that she could just move through them without needing to bother to read them.
"So, are you going to go?" Jason asked one more time. "Please? You should."
"I don't know." Would he get off her back? It wasn't up to her. "My mom likes to go out at night."
"Oh, well my parents could take you. I could ask," Jason said. "Better yet? Tell her that this whole thing could really get you into the popular group at school. That might help."
Frisk clicked out of her game and back into the folder games on her computer to start a new one. "I don't want to be in the popular group."
"Why not? If you could get a little more popular-"
"I don't want to fall in with the popular crowd." She hoped her voice sounded grinding. She didn't even have any real friends, why would she want fake ones that just hung out with a popular crowd?
"Yeah because that's just something you've avoided doing all your life," Jason said to her. "Really, Frisk. You could be popular if you wanted to be. You should be."
Frisk waved her hand in a dismissive manner and paid attention to her computer again. Although. To go out and play the beta simulator. The greatest games in 3d.
The prize for winning. Imagine. She could play the Ocarina of Time, and really feel like she was there. She would be Link. Swinging his sword. The jagged 3d environment of the Nintento 64 would be transformed into more of a reality. She'd get to feel more. The new system was supposed to represent the feel of the weather too. The tremor of quakes. Trembling in the snow. Feeling ice beneath her feet. Hearing the wind even.
Or maybe she would choose Super Mario Brothers. What would it be like to actually jump on enemies? Did Goombas feel squishy or rubbery? Were turtles all hard? What sensation would they use to represent a player was hit? "They have three titles," she said, not realizing at first she spoke out loud. That was just going to give Jason more umph to keep bothering her.
"If you win, you could play the beta simulator's Undertale," Jason said, almost rolling off the bed. "Frisk being Frisk. Too classic."
Frisk left her computer. When was her brother getting back already? She stepped over and looked out the window. A single kid rode a bike down the street. "It's charm was kind of because it was 2d."
"Yeah, but no more text boxes. You could actually talk to the characters," Jason said. "Aw, man. You'd find out what Papyrus sounds like. I bet it's kind of high pitched. Marv thinks he probably has like a british accent, all royal and crap. You could see how pretty the waterfalls really are too. It's the new addition to it."
Marv. The other friend he spoke about, but never bothered introducing them to. She scratched some dried on dirt off the glass window. It looked like one of her mother's maids left it behind. "Maybe."
"It was a big hit too, and your mom likes trendy." Jason wiggled his eyebrows. "Come on, man, go for it, Frisk. Tell her you could have the chance to play the coolest thing around if you win. Your mom could look up the beta simulator, she'd see it. Right?"
Frisk didn't know about that. "T is right, there's no way she'd say yes."
"But I just said I could ask my parents if they could take you. I mean, who else could go with you?" Jason got off of her bed. "Because you gotta go. You floor video games better than anyone else I know. And Undertale? Man, I bet you hold like a title around here for fastest beating at fighting Sans."
"Jason, turn it down a little?" T. said, walking back in the room. His feet were heavy when they hit the floor. He jostled his keyboard back into place a little rougher and re-positioned his chair.
"Oh, I mean you are excellent too, T.," Jason said, like a polite side note to her brother.
Frisk smirked, looking toward her brother. They were actually about even. They were both taught the same and challenged the same but Jason lingered around enough to know she was a slight edge better. It was fairly excellent.
"Mom got me for not studying harder," Frisk T. said as he went back to his gaming. He hit his mouse button firmly. "Dangit. Stupid grade. Why even bother asking about the competition now?"
"Well then, ask him, T.," Jason said to him as he went over and stood right beside him, overlooking his computer. "You and E., you should ask your dad about it."
"He doesn't want me competing yet," Frisk T. said, a little distant. His gaze went to the one empty area in the room. "I asked him last year." Frisk E.'s gaze went over there too.
It wasn't occupied yet, but it was supposed to be. Their dad would start bringing in trophy cases, for all the winnings they would take on. When he finally allowed them to compete.
"Yet is yet. Maybe last year you were too young? Maybe it just didn't work out schedule wise?" Jason suggested. "Just ask, man."
"Asking dad is an E. thing," T. said, glancing toward E. for a moment. "It is game related. Maybe he can talk to mom about it too?"
Maybe. Frisk never actually asked her dad for anything that wasn't game related. For her birthdays and Christmas, he gave her games. Whenever they met, they never went out and watched concerts, ate at a restaurant, played outside or walked. They played games. So. Maybe. One day he had to let them compete, right?
"Hey, you could invite him too," Jason said. "Frisks and Dad, Dad and Frisks. Who will reign supreme? That might work."
He could be right. It could be an actual activity, outside of the house, that they could do together. Father, son, and daughter. An unbeatable team, with a winner take all between them if they were the best players at the competition. Frisk grabbed her cell and dialed her dad's number. She wasn't allowed to do anything on her phone except play games, and call her mother or father. Just do it, Frisk. He did like competition. Maybe this would work?
"Hello?"
"Hi, dad," Frisk stroked the corner of her cell with her finger. "I was wondering, there is a big competition in a nearby city for gaming and-"
"I already have the entrance tickets," her father said. "You're going to shine, Frisk. I wouldn't miss watching you for the world."
Yes! He was ready this year. "We both are going to be great," Frisk E. smiled at her brother.
"No, just you, Frisk. I'm watching my little girl."
Why? "But Frisk T.?"
"Mom said no. Something about grades?" Her father said, "she'll drop him off after the competition."
Frisk E. made a downward thumb toward Frisk T. making him spin his chair around. "Well, then you and me? You are good at games too, dad. You taught me everything I know."
"Yeah, but the prize will mean more to you. It will mean the world to you."
Why did he have to do that? He sounded downright spooky at times. "Okay. I just have to ask mom first."
"I'm your dad. I need one of you Frisks. I say you're going."
Frisk looked out the window as they moved on the highway, passing cars on the way to her father's. She heard her mother singing Taylor Swift's latest song Ready for It. Her mom sang it because she didn't want to risk never knowing the newest song from a singer she liked. When she was younger, she met a singer at one of her events she loved. Howie . . . something. She was embarrassed to learn he'd released another song with his group recently and didn't know about it. Since then, she kept up with music, never knowing who she might meet.
Frisk heard her mother snap her fingers to the music. "Frisco." She turned and saw her mother swaying her shoulders to the beat, her cute ponytail shaking back and forth slightly. "I made something for you. It's a music compilation."
Oh no. Frisk looked around carefully, like someone was giving her something she shouldn't have. It was her own mother, but her father felt strongly about her interests. "Dad says the only music worth listening to can be found in the games," she said. "You know dad won't like it."
"Your dad can take a screwdriver and do something with it that you're too young to know about," her mother replied. She took out her USB stick from her player and put in another one. "I know the only soundtracks you like to hear, but I think you'll like this. I made it just for you two. It's songs from games," she said. "Best I could find."
Oh. "Well, that's different."
"But not from the games. Based on the games," her momma said as she hit play on their system. "You can share it with your brother. It's got Mario and Zelda, and of course Undertale."
Undertale? Was Jason right? Had it trended so much that people outside of gaming social media actually came to know it? "You know about Undertale, momma?"
Her mother rolled her eyes. "Honey, your dad's talked about that game ever since you were born. I don't know about it, but I know it means the world to your dad, which means it must mean something to you. Now, listen."
Uh? It only came out a couple of years ago. Her mother wasn't the best at games knowledge. Maybe she was confused?
"Now this song, I really like this song." She turned the volume up. "It's not Blank Space, nothing is to me, but it's . . . nice? Don't you think?"
"Undertale is well known for the songs inside of the game. No one can make a song as good." Frisk refused to listen. She heard her mother's sigh as she turned off the music.
"Frisco. Honey, you and your brother?" She seemed stuck in her words. "I am thinking maybe we should restrict your dad's visits to once or twice a month instead of every weekend."
What?! "But, momma!" She loved her father. "He hasn't done anything wrong."
"Look, I have talked this out so much. I would let you and Frisk just . . . I'd split custody freely, fifty-fifty. You are his children." Her mother pushed on her left signal before turning. "He pushes his past on you, and he refuses to see reason."
"But we like playing games," Frisk tried to reason with her. She leaned against her side, trying to get closer to her momma. "I'm even doing something different tonight with him."
"A competition." Her mother leaned her head back slightly. "I know that in this day and age children need to dress and be who they are, and find their own ways. It's healthy and it's what experts recommend." She turned again, this time forgetting her blinker. "But I swear your father guilts you and Frisk into doing and believing what he wants you to, under the guise of earning his love."
Frisk crossed her arms. "He's our dad. You always told him you never had to get married to have rights to us. This isn't fair."
"It's not certain, Frisco. But? As you get older, he gets worse." Her mother groaned. "Sometimes I think he sees you two more like his 'second chance' at his stardom than actually care about you."
"Mom!" Frisk shouted involuntarily. "To take children away from their dad isn't healthy either, and neither is saying something like that!" She knew the way her mother thought. "That thinking is regressive, aren't you progressive?"
" . . . I'm sorry," she whispered. "I will talk it out with him more." She moved the USB of game songs back away and placed her music back in. "But you two need to realize. There's more to life than gaming, and what your father says is 'right and wrong'." She rubbed her mouth slightly, then started to sing back to her song again. It was how she dealt with her mixed feelings. Music.
Her mother dropped her off at her father's home. It was always a change. The house she lived in with her mother was always clean, with several maids and even additional robots cleaning on the ground. It was expansive, with a large backyard that their mother tried to get them to play out in. Frisk buckled up her light jacket.
Her father's place had three rooms, and a single upstairs. It was kept decently clean and healthy, with dishes being done and the floor swept, but that was about it. The outside also suffered with no grass, just a small dirt yard.
She walked up to the front door and looked inside. The couch they spent hours on was right in front of the TV, but she didn't hear it on. That was strange. Usually her dad already had the game and set on for her. It would be hours before the competition started, what else would they do? She opened the screen door and walked in. She took off her jacket. "I'm here." The weather was warm for the time of the year, but her father had always wanted her to wear a sweater with a line against the bottom and in the center. It was blue with purple stripes. She actually had several pair. So did her brother.
No matter what game they chose to play, her father always had on a red sweater with two green stripes, and had her wear hers. He treated them almost like uniforms for them. It was just one more odd thing about him that never made sense. "Dad?"
"Frisk." Her father looked like he was already ready to go. He had his sweater on, his pants, and just grabbed his keys from around the corner. "Let's get going."
Wait. They weren't even going to play a single game or even eat? "Mom thought I'd eat with you," Frisk said. "I haven't eaten yet."
"Oh. You can't compete on an empty stomach." Her father held up his finger toward her and headed toward the kitchen, straight to his cupboards. Frisk followed him there, but went over to the fridge. That or the freezer should have something quicker to eat. She opened it.
She stared inside of the fridge. Inside was at least fifty pounds of hamburger meat. Each was in 1-3 pounds of packaging. There was barely any room for anything else in the fridge. The room that was left was on the side of the door. Cheese. Pickles. Frisk proceeded to open the freezer and saw more meat along with buns. Lots of buns.
Her father closed the freezer and fridge on her abruptly. "I've got some noodles you can eat real quick. After that, we should get going."
"What's all the meat for?" Frisk asked, trying to open the fridge again. Her father wouldn't let her. "Why is it none of my business?"
"Storing it for an event," he said, like that should explain it all.
Her father never went to any events though. "What event? A huge party?"
"Just helping a friend with storage." His story just changed. "It doesn't matter." He put the noodles down. "Let's just get some fast food on the way there. We don't want to risk being late. I have to be back in time for your mom to drop off your brother too."
Funny. It was like he wanted her out of the house ASAP.
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As they came to the competition, her father somehow had arranged a great parking spot for them up front. The place was packed, but they had reservations. Frisk chalked it up to her father having some good friends somehow involved in the event. All his friends tended to be into games, just like him. That might be why he wanted to even leave so early.
Frisk stepped out of his little car while she heard her father start to speak.
"Listen. I don't want you to tell them anything about yourself that's real when you win the competition. Sometimes they make conversation, but don't tell them anything real except your name," he said to her.
"I can't lie," Frisk said. Her dad should know that.
"No, I don't mean before the competition. When you go back to play your special 3d game prize. Don't tell them much. Don't be suspicious, but don't make it easy for them to find you," he said tucking in his shirt. "Oh, and remember what I said about the game before?"
They talked about it on the way there. When she shook Sans' hand in the game, her father wanted her to stop it. Really. That was the beginning of the game still. She asked for reasons, but he didn't give any. Maybe he had something serious to do after this and only wanted her to play for a little while? One segment, half an hour or less.
Except when she asked when she should do it for Ocarina of Time, he slammed his foot down. Undertale was the choice. Her only choice. Demanding it.
"Do you remember what I said before about the game?" He asked again.
"Yes," Frisk muttered, narrowing her eyes at him. "Quit before I get to Sans."
Her father smacked the hood of the car. "No, Frisk! Don't take your goggles off when you get to Sans the Skeleton. Wait until you shake his hand. I'll know if you did right, Frisk. Don't mess up."
It was the same thing, wasn't it? "Of course, dad. Promise. I won't play too long if I win."
"If? When, Frisk. This is a small competition," her father said strolling over to her. He held her affectionately on the side. Showing actual affection. This really was important to him. Her eyes looked up toward him, and all her own selfish cares didn't matter. She just wanted him to keep looking at her like she was his daughter. Like he cared for her. "Don't worry about your age, you were trained by one of the best speed-racing and all-around champion titler since I first . . ." He was rambling. "No one will be able to stay up with you."
Frisk hoped there was someone that could. I wish T. could have been here.
"Frisk?"
Hearing her name, she turned around and saw a woman handing her a badge.
"Ben, she's a beaut." the person who gave her the badge said. They were addressing her father though. "The hair, brown and short. Natural hair color?"
"Yes, I was lucky there," he chuckled. "My son is fit for the part too, but grades kept him from this one."
The strange woman tugged on Frisk's sweater. What was she doing?
"The sweater is perfect. She is perfect. This will go off perfectly." The woman shook Frisk's father's hand. "Have you worked hard with her, just as hard as the other?"
"Every chance I got. The only thing I didn't get for her was the name," her father said. "However, Frisk doesn't like the name her mother gave her, and everyone calls her Frisk anyhow. Win/win."
"Great. Don't worry about it, she's already up as Frisk. Good luck, Ben." The woman patted Frisk's head like she was a little puppy before moving on.
Never in her life had Frisk been belittled so much. Nothing but a show piece to her.
"Nevermind her, Frisk," her father said. "She's just excited about the competition. I used to be really something myself when I was your age. People want to see if my kids have it too. Are you ready?"
"Sure," Frisk said. "I'm sure it's going to be a lot of fun. I wish T. could have competed with me though."
"It's more than fun, Frisk," her father said to her roughly. "You have to win. You've been trained all your life for this. I mean, for competitions in video gaming. You need to have the best score, the best time, and the best completion rate. Second place is not acceptable."
"I know," Frisk said, not wanting to get on his bad side. "First place is what I should always strive for. I am determined enough to make it." She heard someone laugh behind her. She turned around and saw another player.
"Look at the get-up. Is that supposed to help your chances?" he chided in her. "Looking like a game character? Go line up next to the Link impersonator. Frisk and Link. Classic."
Was he commenting on her appearance? Frisk looked down at her sweater. "I always wear this," Frisk said. "I'm not dressed as anyone." It was true, the little boy/girl in the game of Undertale did wear a sweater in the same style and colors as her uniform, but that was coincidence.
"Sure, 'Frisk'." He made quotations in the air with his fingers. "You're not cosplaying at all."
Frisk looked at the name badge on her sweater. "That's what everyone calls me." Clearly these two weren't going to be decent friends at the end of the competition.
"Sure, and you've always used the word 'determination'," he chuckled once more before walking off. "No one used to even know that word, who are you fooling?"
"I always have," Frisk said after he started to leave. Determination . . . well, it was . . . "It's my word." That sounded selfish, it was just a word. Yet, as long as she could remember, she used it with T. and nobody else did. Well, except her father. He was the one who taught them. In fact, it was his word. He even liked saying that her middle name was Determi so it would line up with their last name.
Frisk didn't like Frisco, but she was thankful her mom won the battle for her middle name. It was Eternity. Much prettier than what he had wanted.
"Nevermind that boy," her father said. "He's nothing compared to my little girl."
Frisk looked up at him as an involuntary smile spread across her face again. Adoration. Pride. I'll make you proud. I'll win this and I'll make you so proud of me.