Posts by Friskysoda

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I SAID I WASN'T

but i did it anyways

so i have a frisk character now

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]OKAY OKAY

AS SOON AS I FINISH THEIR PROFILE

AND LIKE

STOP BEING BUSY
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]okay

i finished my signature, finally. hhhh

now

wheRE THE HELL DO I PUT SHATTEREDKIT

I'D PUT THEM IN WINDCLAN BUT UH

I THINK THERE ARE ENOUGH UNDERTALE CHARACTERS HERE

LMAO[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]well tbh

the exiles is too active for me

i've tried putting a character there before and it didn't work out to well

so i might go with blizzardclan

yeah

probably[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]You were scared.

No, you were flat out terrified.

Where the hell were you, anyways? You couldn't see anything. Perhaps you were dead? No, you weren't, you could tell.

It had only been a few minutes ago that you were fooling around with Undyne and Sans. So where were you? And how did this happen?

You'd just sit there for a while, unable to move your body at all. Hell, you weren't even sure if you had a body anymore.

You started to think. What if this was all your fault? Had you done something wrong? Well, you had done plenty of things wrong, of course. But was it enough to cause this? Hell if you knew.

Perhaps you'd just never wake up at this point. But...why, though? None of this made any sense to you. What if you never saw your friends again? What if you never saw Sans again?...

...And then...

You'd suddenly be able to see again. Were you looking up at the sky? It seemed like it. You'd try to get up, but instead you'd just flail around uselessly for a moment.

Your vision was blurry. Where were you? You couldn't tell. Something seemed...wrong. You'd roll over onto your belly, trying once more to stand up.

This time, you'd succeed, surprisingly.

And then you realized...

You were a fucking cat.

To be honest, you weren't all that shocked. Weird shit happened to you all the time, anyways. You'd breathe out a tired sigh, stretching your front legs out in front of you.

Now, all you had to do was figure out where you were, and you could start thinking about how to get out of here.

--

After a bit of wandering around, you'd find out that you were in a...forest, or something. The scents around you weren't familiar in the slightest. And, you had yet to see any people.

But, ya know, good things come to people who wait. You needed to work on your patience anyways, so, why not just sit there and wait for someone to come and bother you.

Yeah, that would probably work, right?

//hi

sorry for this clusterfuck of a starting post

i don't have very many ideas atm tbh

hhh[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]"Ah, w-well I-I..." Honestly, you hadn't expected that to work. Usually, people would just ignore you, believing you were just another boring ol' person. But, whatever. They had questions, and you were supposed to answer them, you guessed.

You felt as if you had just remembered a few things, and a random name would come into your head. Shatteredkit. Hm? What? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Eh, whatever, you'd just have to roll with it.

"I'm, uhm, Sh-Shatteredkit. But, m-most just call me Frisk." Alright, that was good enough, right? You didn't need to sound like an idiot, now, did you? "I'm...a little l-lost."

Eugh, you were really nervous. You weren't really used to meeting new people, mostly because you already knew pretty much everyone who lived in the underground. Sure, there were a few that were quite mysterious, but they didn't seem like strangers, at least.

You'd then turn to look at Divinepaw. Well, this one seemed very likable, to be honest. Maybe you'd be able to be friends with them? Eh, you didn't make friends that often. At least, on purpose, you didn't. Some people just seemed to assume you were their best friend or something, when, in reality, you weren't, at all. "It's n-nice to meet ya, t-too."

And then Divinepaw would continue speaking. Wha? Was this an invitation to stay here or something? Well, to be honest, you probably needed a place to stay. You doubted you'd be able to get back to your world anytime soon, especially since your abilities didn't seem to working at all. If they had been, you would've already been outta here.

That kinda made you think. What if Sans came to look for you? Would he be able to get you out of this place, or would he be trapped too? Oh no, if you were both trapped here...What would that mean for you two, exactly? Sans might get injured, or killed. Without your abilities, you wouldn't be able to exactly protect him. Oh fuck.

//ahh thank you guys <3
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]"I-I can? Th-Thank y-you..." You still felt extremely nervous. Any of them could attack at any moment, and you wouldn't be able to defend yourself. And, if you died, you doubt there was any chance you could come back.

You'd shift your gaze to the other people. There seemed to be a...lot of them. "H-Hi." You'd greet, before looking back down at the ground in front of you. You didn't want to meet any of their eyes, mostly out of fear that something would happen if you did.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]"O-Oh." Well, oops, there was another you here. No, it didn't really bother you that much, seeing as you've met plenty of other you's in the past. You'd turn to face the other Frisk, trying to return the smile. But, it came off more forced than anything. "Hi. Uhm...Th-that's uhh...interesting..."

Hhh, what to say, anyways? "U-Uhh...If I m-make anything awkward, I-I'm sorry..." Welp, you sounded like an idiot already. "Y-You can just call me by m-my normal n-name if it makes it any e-easier..."[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]"Ah, h-hello. I'm, uhm, Sh-Shatteredkit." Usually, you would've asked them to call you by your 'real' name, Frisk, but you weren't up for explaining anything at the moment.

Damn it, why couldn't your life just be simple for once?[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]i'm open to pretty much anything except

romantic relationships, litters, rape, etc. none of that kinda thing please! .w.

also, no killing the smol. though, you can injure them, if you want. only a little, though! they only just got here and i don't want them too hurt. owo

but uh, feel free to ask about anything else![/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]sure, sure! that's fine with me!

where would they be brought to, exactly, if you don't mind me asking? ^w^'[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]You were back here again, it seemed.

To be honest, you had thought this place had just been another one of your weird dreams. But, it seemed like the adventures back at your town were more like dreams than this was.

I mean, who wouldn't dream about knocking down and destroying all their foes with just words alone, and then finding a best friend to spend the rest of your life with?

Now this? This seemed more like real life.

It was hard. It was hard trying to deal with your anxiety again. You thought you had left it behind. You thought you never would have to worry about being afraid again. You had him, you were going to be fine.

But he was no where to be found. Your best friend, completely wiped from your life in a blink of an eye. Not a single sign of him, anywhere.

What the hell were you going to do now?

Your first idea you had was to just sit in the corner, and cry. Yup, just like you used to do. Give up.

But, there was no point in that, was there? Crying wasn't going to help you get back to town. Crying wasn't going to get you your friend back.

No, you needed to keep going. Keep fucking going through all this bullshit because you knew that there had to be some way to get back.

You were a badass, remember? Nothing was going to fucking stop you.

Fuck anxiety, fuck being afraid, fuck all of it.

...

But, you weren't going to get anywhere by just ignoring everything, right? So, what were you going to do now?

Well, perhaps make some friends. You felt pretty lonely, anyways. You'd probably need some help with all this, too.

So, how exactly were you going to do that? Well, you had heard of this 'meet and greet' thing. You had heard that it helped you meet people, and occasionally allowed you to make friends with them.

That's what you were going to do, yes.

--

You were sitting in a nondescript area inside of camp. How exactly did you start a meet and greet again? Oh yeah! "U-Uhm...Meet and gr-greet, if y-you don't m-mind." Ugh, you still sounded like a nervous child, though. I mean, technically, you were. But, meh.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]Alrighty, then! ^w^[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]"Th-those look really nice!" You'd say as you approached. You didn't seem to be able to get over your anxiety, at least not right now. Hell, you couldn't go five minutes without worrying about something.

Then, Oceankit began to hand them out. "H-Hey, m-may I h-have one too?" Oh god, you hoped that wasn't too pushy of you to say. Were they going to think you were annoying now? Oh no, would they just stop noticing you completely? Wait, did you forget to say please? Fuck.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]"Ah, h-hello th-there." Mm, was that a good greeting? Eh, who the fuck knows. You surely didn't care about it, right?

...

Right? None of these guys opinions mattered to you, did they? N-Nope, not at all.

...

All of that was a lie.

"I-I don't th-think we've met b-before? I'm Sh-Shatteredkit. S-Some people c-call me Frisk, but it s-seems like we already h-have s-someone here w-with that name...s-soo..." Welp, there went your nerves for tonight. You kinda felt like walking away right now, and never coming back. But where would you go?

Mm, seemed like you weren't getting yourself out of this one.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]Dreamcatchers? You had heard of them before, but you had never saw one for yourself. Or, well, maybe you had, and you just couldn't remember. Eh, who knows.

"M-May I h-have one, please?" Man, it felt terrible hearing yourself stutter again. You thought you had pushed the habit away entirely. But it seemed that it had come back to haunt you, and make you feel like the bitch that you were. No more badass Frisk, it seemed.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]"H-Hey, uhm, w-welcome to Bl-BlizzardClan, Leighton." You'd greet as you made your way towards the newcomer. You'd force a smile, trying to look relatively friendly. "I-I'm...uhh...ah...Sh-Shatteredkit. It's n-nice to m-meet you."

Huh, was this person nervous as well? Perhaps they had a reason for it. Would they tell you? Nah, probably not. Nobody really liked to talk about their own issues, you didn't think. It would always make you very...upset, anyways, so maybe that was why they disliked speaking about it? Eh, maybe.[/fancypost]

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/crashes through the window

ahhh hello everyone <3

sorrrryyyyy

i've been doing pretty well. at least, compared to my usual.

i had a random muse burst and i've been having a lot of fun with it both here and offsite.

how about you?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]Oh, it seemed that quite a few people had come at your call. Wow, you hadn't actually expected any reaction. This was...surprisingly nice.

"A-Ah, h-hello everyone. I-I'm uhm...Sh-Shatteredkit. It's...It's r-really nice to meet y-you all." You weren't quite sure how you did, but you hoped that you sounded relatively polite. You'd force yourself to smile at the small group, trying to regulate your breathing in an attempt to calm yourself down.[/fancypost]

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