[They - they didn't expect that. That kind of knee-jerk reaction, running in awful parallel to how Asriel didn't expect forgiveness, didn't anticipate forgiveness, didn't even want it at first. He shied away from their touch.
Get away from me! I'll kill you!
Their face is still raw, their throat still sore from the locket's chain pulling tight around it. Frisk lets the knife drop back to their side.
Then.]
Two hundred and forty-eight times.
[They say it quietly, barely a whisper.]
Two hundred and forty-eight times.
That's how many times Undyne killed me. I counted.
[A count racked up over timelines, over attempt after attempt. Undyne the fearless, brave warrior against whom they'd never raise a hand to hurt, and Undyne the Undying, determination incarnate. Two hundred and forty-eight times.]
smh
Get away from me! I'll kill you!
Their face is still raw, their throat still sore from the locket's chain pulling tight around it. Frisk lets the knife drop back to their side.
Then.]
Two hundred and forty-eight times.
[They say it quietly, barely a whisper.]
Two hundred and forty-eight times.
That's how many times Undyne killed me. I counted.
[A count racked up over timelines, over attempt after attempt. Undyne the fearless, brave warrior against whom they'd never raise a hand to hurt, and Undyne the Undying, determination incarnate. Two hundred and forty-eight times.]