[They see it, all right. And whether it's in their imagination or not, who is Frisk to judge? That sort of self-righteousness is better off on someone with 1 LV. On someone who doesn't have a Partner who often smiles for reasons that have nothing to do with being happy.]
[The monkeys are screeching. One of them -- the one Frisk stabbed, they think -- is careening off into the brush, trailing red behind it. Another swings wildly at Frisk's face, scoring its jagged claws down their cheek before they have the better sense not to hope that this one will run away, too. Two more lie broken and bleeding at the feet of the Batter.]
[They hate this.]
[They aren't smiling at all.]
[But there's no hesitation, no flinch, as they grab their assailant's wrist, yanking them closer, and slide their knife up through the gap in its ribs. The meat and lungs give like warm, smoky dust, which had at least been pleasant with a tinge of cinnamon in its scent. The smell of metal here disgusts them.]
[They had a dream, like this once, where it was their innards spilling across the floor, the clogging smell of gore and pennies, as an unforgiving smile made of bone watched.]
[They shove the monkey away, and nothing comes out as it falls to the grass.]
cw: blood, gore
[The monkeys are screeching. One of them -- the one Frisk stabbed, they think -- is careening off into the brush, trailing red behind it. Another swings wildly at Frisk's face, scoring its jagged claws down their cheek before they have the better sense not to hope that this one will run away, too. Two more lie broken and bleeding at the feet of the Batter.]
[They hate this.]
[They aren't smiling at all.]
[But there's no hesitation, no flinch, as they grab their assailant's wrist, yanking them closer, and slide their knife up through the gap in its ribs. The meat and lungs give like warm, smoky dust, which had at least been pleasant with a tinge of cinnamon in its scent. The smell of metal here disgusts them.]
[They had a dream, like this once, where it was their innards spilling across the floor, the clogging smell of gore and pennies, as an unforgiving smile made of bone watched.]
[They shove the monkey away, and nothing comes out as it falls to the grass.]
[1 left.]