Frisk paused briefly, scanning through their ITEMS, mentally preparing for the fight they knew was coming. They equipped the Cloudy Glasses and Torn Notebook, seeking every bit of invulnerability they could muster. Sure, it wouldn’t shield them from all damage, but it might buy them a few precious seconds when things got rough.
Afterward, Frisk moved toward the glowing star—their savepoint. With a touch, they locked in their progress before glancing to the right. They had everything they needed, all the ITEMS ready. Yet something felt... off. The usual flow of events seemed out of place, as if key elements had shifted or were missing entirely.
That excited them.
Finally, something new. Frisk wondered how many times they would die, how many unique moments or strange interactions they might uncover. This world was filled with surprises, and they weren’t about to stop exploring them. After all, to Frisk—or rather, the PLAYER—it was just a game. None of it really mattered. No consequences worth fretting over.
With eyes gently closed, Frisk sauntered forward, basking in the warm glow of Judgement Hall. Pillar after pillar passed as they made their way through the hall, until they finally stopped. There stood вы, the last obstacle between them and the completion of their Genocide Run, the destruction of this world.
Frisk let out a quiet breath, waiting for вы to speak, fully expecting some sort of monologue or final words before the inevitable fight began.
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