(Crunch)
Frisk never stood a chance. How were flowers supposed to stop a fall that massive? They struggled to breathe, lungs punctured by their own ribs, coughs spraying blood and errant mucus across what was usually a calm scene. Frisk desperately struggled to cling onto their last moments, determined to survive. They tried to cry out into the darkness, praying that someone, anyone would come to save them, or at very least end the excruciating pain they were in. But nobody came. Mostly due to the call coming out as more of gurgle and a sob. Frisk knew they were doomed, their heart-shaped soul materialising before their eyes and starting to crack down the middle. Eyes glazing over, all senses but sound shutting down in shock.
(crack)
The red soul inched further to oblivion, only a sliver of life pulsing through the fallen child. Why was this happening? Why didn't they survive the fall? Weren't human souls supposed to last after death? Why… had the cracking stopped?
"Oh, you finally noticed, didn't you?"
Frisk felt something had a grip on their soul, tiny invisible words putting pressure on all sides, seemingly holding it together.
"Unfortunately no. Not this time. I'm sorry"
The pressure on their soul increased, beginning to crush, new fractures coming from all sides, until there was more cracked space than undamaged soul. Then, with an almost otherworldly scream, Frisks soul was gone. All that remained was shards so tiny they could easily be mistaken for a pile of dust. As their corpse crumpled to the tainted flowerbed, Frisk felt a rough hand tug on their consciousness and pull it to the relative safety of the ether beyond.
_
Well that didn't go as planned.
The kid was supposed to be helped or saved by one of the various other forces in the multiverse. Why didn't they come? Usually when something unique happens, one of them will come along to at least watch. Oh well. Not sure if I did the right thing, pulling the kid here, but I don't want to be a murderer. Well, technically I already am, the kid didn't survive, but let's not get caught up in the technicalities. When the kid feels up to it, I'll explain what I did, and see if I can bring back the dead.
Ah, there they are now. Let's see how Frisk reacts to talking to… well… I can't give everything away yet, can I?