hI I AM WRITING GENOTALE BEFORE I FINISH KT
I have reasons
but I only told one person what those reasons were ;v; maybe i'll tell you later and you'll all probs just be like "it okay fam just redo it"
But I rrrreally wanna write Genotale right now so it's an excuse to do it
I stared at the Punch Card in my hand.
It was meant to be used for free nice cream...
Somehow, I could use it to... skip things, such as, meeting Alphys. Or fighting Mettaton.
So much power, in such a simple thing as a card.
Using it to glitch the Reset I activated recently was genius, I swear. Absolutely genius. I just had to read it, press Reset, and all my items were still in my pack.
I really want to see what happens today.
I can't actually acquire a Punch Card in the Genocide route, but by glitching the Reset I actually managed to keep one.
I can actually skip Sans, or Asgore.
I could get to the Surface, like in the Neutral Route.
I'm such a genius... and a bit of a moron.
I tried to load my save earlier because I got hurt a lot, but... I couldn't load it. So I tried to Reset, but that wouldn't work for me either.
I think I broke my life. I'm scared. I'm trying to keep my mind off of it, trying to think about all the cool things I'll get to see.
But in my heart of hearts, I'm afraid of everything that comes at me.
My attacks are perfect, my dodging, close. The only reason I got hurt was because I was being stupid.
But every time I am met with an encounter, I'm just scared.
But of course, despite that, I'm still just as perfect as ever! I'm fine.
No one's better than me.
In fact, I just skipped Sans. He was just standing there, waiting for me. Somehow, he couldn't see me walking past. That's kind of creepy, to say the least.
I looked up from the Card, and began to walk through the throne room.
I saw Flowey, confiding in Asgore about me. He's adorable. I really wish I could bring him up there with me... not.
I rushed over to the barrier room as fast as my legs could carry me, excitement and dread growing with every step.
When I reached the barrier, I took a moment to stare at it, but I continued on through it.
I didn't bother waiting for my eyes to adjust to the midday sun's rays, as I knew the way to the next village would give me enough time to get used to it.
Someone is there that i'd like to see.
"Frisk!!" Cristina exclaimed at the top of her lungs. "Oh my GOSH!!" She threw her arms around me, half-crying, half-screaming, both in complete happiness. "Where the HECKING heck have you BEEN?!"
"Nowhere." I choked.
"You little cutie!!"
Cristine was an old childhood friend of mine, about 14 years old.
Her hair color is brown, but she enjoys dyeing it. Today she had apparently dyed it bright pink.
Today she's wearing a short-sleeved black dress reaching a little below her knees, with thin white stripes across her chest, and a red flower pin on it.
She also has two matching black and white bows in her hair,
and, of course, she has her black and pink shoes as well, as she has no other pair of shoes at the moment except her heels, which she doesn't enjoy wearing.
She is also, unfortunately, older than me.
And therefore she feels the right to call me kid names, like... 'cutie'.
"Cristie, i'm not a kid anymore." I coughed. "And i'm also not a convict. Stop trying to strangle me."
Her grip loosened.
"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt ya!" She giggled, her pink hair tickling my face. "Mom always says I don't know my own strength! I'm just SO glad you're okay, agh."
"Haha, i'm glad i'm okay too, Cristie." I smiled, finally starting to lighten up with my air back. "You have no idea what I've been through these past few..." I paused. "... Days?"
Cristina laughed. "It's been a little longer than that, but you're close!"
I turned crimson. "Well, I don't have good memory. Sue me."
I locked eyes with Cristina.
"How long HAS it been, anyhow?"
Cristina coughed, then made a dismissive gesture. "A while, is all."
I crossed my arms. "HA!" "You don't remember either."
Cristina put a hand to her chest.
"Wow, Frisk, I'm offended. How dare you speak to me that way." She flipped her pink hair dramatically. "I shall disown you."
We stared at eachother a few moments, then I cracked a smile, and in a moment she did too. A few seconds later, we were both rolling on the floor laughing hysterically, despite the unimpressed looks of certain passersby.
After a few minutes of laughter, I finally managed to choke it down and stand up. "Can we go to my home now?" I chuckled.
Cristina nodded, still giggling uncontrollably.
♡End of chapter, hope you liked!♡