01-02-2017, 02:04 AM
Frisk ducked in and out, span around the octowoman’s blows, coming inches away from slicing her flesh.
“How dare you cultists keep bothering me!”
She slid under one of the tentacles on her knees and darted for the other side of the room, tossing papers all over the place in her wake. The octowoman laughed.
“You can’t run from me forever my little cultist!”
Frisk in a desperate attempt to stop the oncoming attacks pulled out her phone and flashed the emblem that Toriel had fasten on its outer casing earlier that day.
“I’m not a cultist, I’m from the Avengers!” She points at the A. “See?”
“I’ve never heard of these Avengers, you can’t fool me with made up organizations!”
Frisk face palmed as she pressed against the wall the other side of the room. Of course someone this shut in wouldn’t know a group that’s only a few months old at least. As the woman slowly slithered across the room, looming ever closer to the young one, Frisk looked everywhere she could anything that could get her attacker to stop. Suddenly, a voice rang out from her pocket
“Frisk?” Called out the voice, it was Vision! “Urgent attention required. Frisk, come in, Frisk.”
Her phone in hand, she hit the answer button, the woman inching ever closer with her blades in hand.
“What is it? I’m in the middle of something!”
“We’ve gotten rid of the coin, I repeat, coin is secure. Skynet now hold’s it in his new body.”
The woman stopped in her tracks.
“Coin?” She asked.
“Frisk, are you not alone?”
“Ah yes!” Responded the dull eyed girl. “This is Speletta, the one you sent me talk to.”
Eight blades hit the floor with a resounding thud, the woman slithered back, her eyes watering
“I’m so sorry.” She said, her voice pained. “I’ve been constantly hounded by cultists ever since I left prison… I honestly thought you were...”
Frisk clipped her phone to her shirt, leaving it on so Vision could hear the conversation. She stepped forward and laid a comforting hand on one of the foremost tentacles.
“It’s okay, we aren’t here to hurt you.” She said in the softest voice she could muster. “You already did your time for you crimes, so we won’t judge you for what you did. Please, tell us, why are the cultist after you? We can help you.”
The woman let off a tiny sob before fixing her eyes on the little one. She tried to speak, but she couldn’t do so before looking away. Frisk felt like a priest in a confessional.
“I-I” her voice was shaky, she choked a bit before she continued. “I really wanted children. Like really really wanted children. So I would lure guys into my home to… make a father out of them.”
Frisk vaguely knew about the birds and the bees, or at least Toriel’s weird interpretation of it, so she knew enough to follow along.
“Well, I really wanted to be sure my kids had the best rate of success and well… Fish are very nutritious.”
“Wait, you… you ate them?” Frisk said flabbergasted.
“I thought that’s what fish did! I mean, that’s what happen with mantises and stuff so I thought...”
The woman took a long moment to breath and decompress. The young one really felt kind of grossed out about this revelation, it took all her strength just to not recoil in disgust. After a second, she continued.
“I was a victim of poor education. Turned out my species fertilizes externally. It’s my greatest regret...”
“Dagusen was one of your victims?” The little one asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yes, he was one of my first… Apparently cultist worship him. They don’t know I killed him, but they know I was the last one to see him, so they constantly harass me and threaten me, trying to find out where he wound up.”
“Have you gone to the local authorities about this?”
“Yes, they won’t listen to me because of my record. Even after I got that private detective to find where their base was, they didn’t trust the info of an ex-convict.”
“Wait, you know where their base is? We could use that info!”
The woman pulled a paper from the top of a pile and handed it to the child. It has a number of coordinates unfamiliar to her because Omniverse. She held it up with one hand and takes a photo of it with the other.
“Vision, sending cultist coordinates your way.”
“Received, Frisk.”
She handed the paper back and gave the woman a smile.
“Thank you for your honesty, mam. Your info was quite helpful.” She starts heading for the door, desperate to get out of the cannibal's den. “My friends are resourceful, we’ll take care of those cultists for you.”
“I hope so.” She said with a sniff.
Frisk stepped out into the street, making her way back down the road towards market.
“It appears their base is on the seafloor.” Vision stated through the communication device.
“Well, I guess we just have those cultists to worry about.”
“There’s no need.” Said Vision.
“Why is that?”
“Because those coordinates are where Skynet is heading right now.”
Frisk barely caught herself from tripping face first into the concrete below.
“W-we got to warn them! We can’t just let them all get slaughtered!”
“Unfortunately, there is not much we could do. He has a huge head start on us, and we can’t possibly summon a submarine fast enough to surpass him in time.”
Frisk tried to come up with a retort, but she knew his logic was solid.
“Do not fret. We’ve accomplished our mission, at least we can say that.”
“Yeah...” said Frisk, a hint of melancholy in her voice.
“Start heading back to headquarters.”
“I’ll see you soon, Mr. Vision.”
She ended the call and slid her phone back into one of her pockets. She sighed as she made her way back to the docks. She had accomplished her first mission, but if only she didn’t have this bad taste in her mouth.
“How dare you cultists keep bothering me!”
She slid under one of the tentacles on her knees and darted for the other side of the room, tossing papers all over the place in her wake. The octowoman laughed.
“You can’t run from me forever my little cultist!”
Frisk in a desperate attempt to stop the oncoming attacks pulled out her phone and flashed the emblem that Toriel had fasten on its outer casing earlier that day.
“I’m not a cultist, I’m from the Avengers!” She points at the A. “See?”
“I’ve never heard of these Avengers, you can’t fool me with made up organizations!”
Frisk face palmed as she pressed against the wall the other side of the room. Of course someone this shut in wouldn’t know a group that’s only a few months old at least. As the woman slowly slithered across the room, looming ever closer to the young one, Frisk looked everywhere she could anything that could get her attacker to stop. Suddenly, a voice rang out from her pocket
“Frisk?” Called out the voice, it was Vision! “Urgent attention required. Frisk, come in, Frisk.”
Her phone in hand, she hit the answer button, the woman inching ever closer with her blades in hand.
“What is it? I’m in the middle of something!”
“We’ve gotten rid of the coin, I repeat, coin is secure. Skynet now hold’s it in his new body.”
The woman stopped in her tracks.
“Coin?” She asked.
“Frisk, are you not alone?”
“Ah yes!” Responded the dull eyed girl. “This is Speletta, the one you sent me talk to.”
Eight blades hit the floor with a resounding thud, the woman slithered back, her eyes watering
“I’m so sorry.” She said, her voice pained. “I’ve been constantly hounded by cultists ever since I left prison… I honestly thought you were...”
Frisk clipped her phone to her shirt, leaving it on so Vision could hear the conversation. She stepped forward and laid a comforting hand on one of the foremost tentacles.
“It’s okay, we aren’t here to hurt you.” She said in the softest voice she could muster. “You already did your time for you crimes, so we won’t judge you for what you did. Please, tell us, why are the cultist after you? We can help you.”
The woman let off a tiny sob before fixing her eyes on the little one. She tried to speak, but she couldn’t do so before looking away. Frisk felt like a priest in a confessional.
“I-I” her voice was shaky, she choked a bit before she continued. “I really wanted children. Like really really wanted children. So I would lure guys into my home to… make a father out of them.”
Frisk vaguely knew about the birds and the bees, or at least Toriel’s weird interpretation of it, so she knew enough to follow along.
“Well, I really wanted to be sure my kids had the best rate of success and well… Fish are very nutritious.”
“Wait, you… you ate them?” Frisk said flabbergasted.
“I thought that’s what fish did! I mean, that’s what happen with mantises and stuff so I thought...”
The woman took a long moment to breath and decompress. The young one really felt kind of grossed out about this revelation, it took all her strength just to not recoil in disgust. After a second, she continued.
“I was a victim of poor education. Turned out my species fertilizes externally. It’s my greatest regret...”
“Dagusen was one of your victims?” The little one asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yes, he was one of my first… Apparently cultist worship him. They don’t know I killed him, but they know I was the last one to see him, so they constantly harass me and threaten me, trying to find out where he wound up.”
“Have you gone to the local authorities about this?”
“Yes, they won’t listen to me because of my record. Even after I got that private detective to find where their base was, they didn’t trust the info of an ex-convict.”
“Wait, you know where their base is? We could use that info!”
The woman pulled a paper from the top of a pile and handed it to the child. It has a number of coordinates unfamiliar to her because Omniverse. She held it up with one hand and takes a photo of it with the other.
“Vision, sending cultist coordinates your way.”
“Received, Frisk.”
She handed the paper back and gave the woman a smile.
“Thank you for your honesty, mam. Your info was quite helpful.” She starts heading for the door, desperate to get out of the cannibal's den. “My friends are resourceful, we’ll take care of those cultists for you.”
“I hope so.” She said with a sniff.
Frisk stepped out into the street, making her way back down the road towards market.
“It appears their base is on the seafloor.” Vision stated through the communication device.
“Well, I guess we just have those cultists to worry about.”
“There’s no need.” Said Vision.
“Why is that?”
“Because those coordinates are where Skynet is heading right now.”
Frisk barely caught herself from tripping face first into the concrete below.
“W-we got to warn them! We can’t just let them all get slaughtered!”
“Unfortunately, there is not much we could do. He has a huge head start on us, and we can’t possibly summon a submarine fast enough to surpass him in time.”
Frisk tried to come up with a retort, but she knew his logic was solid.
“Do not fret. We’ve accomplished our mission, at least we can say that.”
“Yeah...” said Frisk, a hint of melancholy in her voice.
“Start heading back to headquarters.”
“I’ll see you soon, Mr. Vision.”
She ended the call and slid her phone back into one of her pockets. She sighed as she made her way back to the docks. She had accomplished her first mission, but if only she didn’t have this bad taste in her mouth.
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