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This is possibly the most touching story ive ever read. The author is an actual man who deserves to be pat. He is a blessing on the world for this insane meme.
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edit, 2020:
howdy. i... i think i'm going to keep this for archive purposes. i mean it always was an archive but this fic was written like millions of years ago by not me and the first chapter with background was written by little me and. i just need a reminder of how far ive come LMAO so read at your own risk
- not the author, by the one who's character it was written about -
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"Frisk."
"Frisk?"
"Frisk!"After a bit more of this, the flower got tired of the child's shenanigans. "Frisk!" They hollered, the child finally turning to the flower with an annoyed look on their face. "Finally," Said the golden, lively flower. "Finally, you acknowledge my presence. What's with you this time? Don't want to talk to me? Don't want to fight me again? Tired of my lines?" The flower chuckled. "I, Flowey the Flower, am tired of this attitude. Remove of it at once." The child scoffed and told Flowey that they had no control over what they did, and that they, Frisk, could do whatever they wanted. Flower nearly sputtered in laughter.
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Frisk Is a young child who just so happens to know the secret art of RESETS. After they'd fallen, they'd always tried to make the best of things, but this time... This time, things will be different. Flower no longer finds any enjoyment out of making Frisk pay, but rather something far more sinister than such. -
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Walkers.
That's the term you picked up from the show The Walking Dead for this kind of situation. God, if you hated the dead, you hated them more so now. Not even if one of them gave five-hundred bottles of the strongest vodka could make you un-hate them. Nothing could. You try to dry your face again when something rings against your ears and glides down your back with a like stroke that is probably meant to reduce your sweater to tatters but fails.
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This is the story of a bunch of kids, some parents, some families, and some VERY contorted relationships. Get ready for zombies, blood, gore, and any other possibly triggering things. You have been warned!
Homestuck does not belong to me, it belongs to Andrew Hussie.