FRISK LV 3 0:24

Frisk stood in the pile of leaves. The tear stains were gone. The headphones were playing. The knife still waited snugly in Frisk's waistband.

Frisk shook her head. After a moment to steel herself, she took inventory. Eight monster candies. Holding two spider goods. No pie. Needed a nap. Hadn't hugged Toriel. No backpack. LV 3.

She stood, indecisive, as the ghostly music chirped.

She had killed Napstablook for that music. She had managed to kill something noncorporeal just because she wanted to rob it. How had that even worked? Shouldn't that have been impossible? A wayward memory appeared in her head.

Was she even herself anymore? Was she doing these things? She recalled doing them, but each memory felt blank. She didn't remember having thoughts or dreams or ambitions during them. She remembered... Just feeling numb. Feeling nothing. Now, she felt something.

What was this newfound morality? She couldn't say.

She skipped the nap. She skipped the pie. She walked straight in the house, and then straight down the stairs to the cellar, which was a feat considering she still held/balanced the spider goods.

Toriel emerged behind her with a kind word and an outstretched hand-

Frisk bolted. She bolted as far as her feet could take her before Toriel had her by the sweater.

"My child, I know you like to run|-|-|-