FRISK LV 3 0:24
Again Frisk ran in the house, not caring about the loud thunderclaps of her muddy shoes on hardwood, instead darting down the steps and through the hallway without care for what was behind her.
Toriel again snatched her by the collar. Frisk squirmed this time, pushing away from the iron grip, kicking out at Toriel so that she could just let go-
"Stop!"
Frisk hung her head guiltily.
"You cannot go this way."
"..."
"This path is dangerous. Please don't do that again." Toriel half dragged, half carried a limp Frisk to the stairwell.
"And please don't kick me, I'm trying to protect you."
Frisk thought the same thing as the headphones around her neck died. The spider goods had been dropped and trampled in her headlong spree for Snowdin.
Upstairs again, Toriel walked Frisk to the living room. "Let's read a story book, alright? This one's called 'Fun Snail Facts.' Would you like to read it?"
Frisk shook her head.
She sighed, settling into her guardian's lap, letting Toriel speak about snail digestive systems|-|-|-