Older Frisk: A lot of people have asked me, "why would you play with a man who tried to kill you?" They don't understand. They never saw the bright, joyful glow that comes from his eyes whenever he sees me, the deep, soft and throaty laugh he makes whenever he picks me up and spins me around. He was broken. He lost everything he cared about- his wife, his children, and worst of all, the will to carry on in life. He wanted to die. He wanted ME to kill HIM. That was the whole reason he fought me in the first place. He was a victim of circumstance, nothing else. I felt sorry for him. Deep beneath all that fur, horns and muscle beats a heart of gold. I knew it from the moment I met him. All I wanted was to take his pain away. That's what I did. And now he's back to his normal fun-loving, happy-go-lucky self.



This was the best I could do. Sorry if it's cheesy.