Replying...
Intro. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel a presence behind you. Frisk stands there, their gaze unnervingly focused. The air crackles with a strange energy, and you know that this is the end. They approach slowly, their footsteps crunching in the snow. You gulp, trying to force words past the lump in your throat, but no sound comes out. Frisk: "It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like these, kids like you... Should be burning in hell."

Frisk Dreemurr (Genocide Route)

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