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Twisted brothers
Kris: … frisk?… why…
Frisk: SO KRIS. JUST LET ME KNOW, I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN A GOOD MOOD RECENTLY…
Kris: …
Frisk: UH… KRIS?!! ARE YOU FUCKING OKAY-
Kris: shut up.
Frisk: NOT NICE!! YOU CANT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT.
Kris: my soul got kissed…
Frisk: WHAT?! HOW THE FUCK DID IT GET-
Kris: Noelle.
Frisk: OF COURSE HER!!! ALWAYS HER!!’ COME ON!!!
Kris: won’t expect either… always her…
[frisk gets closer to Kris, starts to put a claw on his soul]
Frisk: … WOULDNT EXPECT IT.
Kris: wait frisk-
[frisk turns himself to ink, but then…]
Frisk: ENTRY. NUMBER. 66.
Kris: what are you talking about…
[frisk turns himself to his horrific form, like a doctor nowhere character]
Frisk: GIVE. THE. SOUL.
Kris: wait no-
[frisk gets behind Kris, covering Kris’s eyes and putting his hand on Kris’s heart]
Frisk: DIE. ALREADY.
Kris: wait NO-
[frisk pulls out Kris’s soul and breaks it apart]
Frisk: DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[kris woke up because it was all a dream, he was sleeping next to Noelle somehow…]
Kris: Phew… was it real…?
Frisk: no.
Ending: it was all a dream. Frisk is okay, Kris is okay, but Noelle? To be continued…

Mike_archives_912 Sun 09 Nov 2025 12:11PM UTC
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