02-09-2017, 02:57 AM
Frisk had climbed to the roof hoping to gain a better vantage point of her surroundings. She figured being a lookout was far superior to just waiting at the gate.
When she encountered the fox, she was immediately suspicious. She remembered she read somewhere that the place was run by a fox, so she knew he was the mayor. Though the suspicious part is the fact that he was apparently evacuating onto the roof, and the only possession he decided to bring with him was a weirdly crafted flute that he seems intent on hiding.
She gave him a big smile, the sudden act caused the fox to reel back a bit in horror.
“You’re the mayor!” She said gleefully. “Mommy said this place was run by a fox man, boy was she not kidding!”
“Oh!” The fox said, he still didn’t let his guard down as he didn’t trust this at all, but at least it was a path that lead away from the awkward silence. “Yes, I’m the mayor! Pleasure to meet you young one, but this is no place for greetings.”
Frisk held out a big red lollipop.
“Mommy bought me this earlier, but I want you to have it!”
The fox eyed it, he looked between the girl, then the lollipop, then the girl, then the lollipop, before settling on the girl.
“Umm, I’m afraid I’ll need to pass on that. Again, I’m in quite a hurry.”
His reaction made it very clear he knew about the sugarcane, either that or he was on diet. It was a gamble enough for her though. She looked at the empty space behind the fox.
“Oh! Daddy’s here! Hello daddy Captain America!”
“Oh shi-”
The fox whirled around to face his supposed enemy. And moved to put the flute to his lips, but all that met his muzzle was an empty paw. He spun around again, the little girl was holding the instrument in her hand. She smiled, giggled at him, and run down the rest of the roof.
“You…” The fox’s shocked expression twisted into a steam hot rage. “YOU LITTLE BRAT!”
Frisk felt proud of herself, until she realized she was much faster than she anticipated. She saw the edge of the roof approaching way sooner than she thought, and her screeching halt let to a rain soak slip that sent her hurdling to the ground.
Took a second for her to get her bearings. As soon as she did, she kicked against the wall, pushing her decent into an awning. She tore through it with the weight of her body, however, it did slow her down enough to land gracefully on her feet with no serious injuries. She still had to waddle around a bit grunting as it still hurt like a bitch.
She heard a long metallic sound somewhere in the rain. She looked around in all directions, before spotting the fox, sliding down the rainpipe.
She hoped he would follow, so this worked out.
As soon as the fox made ground, he ran for the little girl, his eyes piercing like daggers, his claws outstretched, ready to maim.
He swung a claw, causing frisk to jump out of the way. He swung another at where her feet landed, causing her to jump again. He received from her what he thought was a punch, but it was so light. In his fury, he thought his adrenaline was blocking the pain.
Thinking the girl was fighting back, he started to swing his claw sporadically, while walking towards her direction, acting like an ever approaching meat grinder. She just backed away slowly, her hand outstretched, trying to signal for him to ease up, but when her back bumped against the wall, it was clear that wasn’t going to happen.
She barely just ducked out of the way as one of his claws scratched into the wall behind her. He didn’t even wince as his nails slide across the hard surface. Frisk used the moment of the duck to roll besides the fox. He felt another “punch” from her.
She goes from a roll and into a full sprint, running with the flute in hand as she stuff something in her pocket. Before she could get too far however.
SNAP!
The metal claws of a bear trap bit hard against her ankle. She yelled out in pain as she toppled into the mud.
The fox, seeing this occur, was knocked back into his senses. Seeing the anticlimax of their confrontation only lead him to cackle. His laughs pierced through the droplets as he slowly made his way to the now helpless child.
“Not so fast now, little one?” He said, his voice confident.
He reached down and snatched the flute. Frisk’s grip barely stood a chance in keeping it from his possession. He immediately brought the instrument to his muzzle. He took a big breath, pressed down on one of the holes, and then blew with all the air in his lungs. It made a loud, high pitched squeal, one that was painful to the little one’s ears.
Immediately, as if a switched he a been flipped, the rain began to come down twice as hard. Winds started to kick up, howling in her ears.
The fox simply smiled at her, and then ran off, supposedly making his escape.
As soon as he was out of sight, she reached into her pocket and felt a crumpled piece of paper. What the fox thought was punches, were actually her checking his pockets. Amongst normal belongings was a document, hastily jammed in his coat as if it were a last minute addition to his evacuation supplies.
If he cared so much to save that piece of paper while escaping, it must be important. Or at least, she hoped it was.
As the winds kicked up and lightning started to rain down from the heavens, some of the soldiers in the building started to become conscious of what was going on. Frisk could hear their cries of terror as they were being greeted with their slowly building demise.
Frisk could see a large gust of wind in the distance knock over a tree. She hoped, almost prayed that she would live long enough to get this information to the others. Just as that thought was finished, the same gust of wind reached her. The force of yanked the chain out of the ground, lifted frisk, along with the bear trap, into the air, carrying her to who knows where.
When she encountered the fox, she was immediately suspicious. She remembered she read somewhere that the place was run by a fox, so she knew he was the mayor. Though the suspicious part is the fact that he was apparently evacuating onto the roof, and the only possession he decided to bring with him was a weirdly crafted flute that he seems intent on hiding.
She gave him a big smile, the sudden act caused the fox to reel back a bit in horror.
“You’re the mayor!” She said gleefully. “Mommy said this place was run by a fox man, boy was she not kidding!”
“Oh!” The fox said, he still didn’t let his guard down as he didn’t trust this at all, but at least it was a path that lead away from the awkward silence. “Yes, I’m the mayor! Pleasure to meet you young one, but this is no place for greetings.”
Frisk held out a big red lollipop.
“Mommy bought me this earlier, but I want you to have it!”
The fox eyed it, he looked between the girl, then the lollipop, then the girl, then the lollipop, before settling on the girl.
“Umm, I’m afraid I’ll need to pass on that. Again, I’m in quite a hurry.”
His reaction made it very clear he knew about the sugarcane, either that or he was on diet. It was a gamble enough for her though. She looked at the empty space behind the fox.
“Oh! Daddy’s here! Hello daddy Captain America!”
“Oh shi-”
The fox whirled around to face his supposed enemy. And moved to put the flute to his lips, but all that met his muzzle was an empty paw. He spun around again, the little girl was holding the instrument in her hand. She smiled, giggled at him, and run down the rest of the roof.
“You…” The fox’s shocked expression twisted into a steam hot rage. “YOU LITTLE BRAT!”
Frisk felt proud of herself, until she realized she was much faster than she anticipated. She saw the edge of the roof approaching way sooner than she thought, and her screeching halt let to a rain soak slip that sent her hurdling to the ground.
Took a second for her to get her bearings. As soon as she did, she kicked against the wall, pushing her decent into an awning. She tore through it with the weight of her body, however, it did slow her down enough to land gracefully on her feet with no serious injuries. She still had to waddle around a bit grunting as it still hurt like a bitch.
She heard a long metallic sound somewhere in the rain. She looked around in all directions, before spotting the fox, sliding down the rainpipe.
She hoped he would follow, so this worked out.
As soon as the fox made ground, he ran for the little girl, his eyes piercing like daggers, his claws outstretched, ready to maim.
He swung a claw, causing frisk to jump out of the way. He swung another at where her feet landed, causing her to jump again. He received from her what he thought was a punch, but it was so light. In his fury, he thought his adrenaline was blocking the pain.
Thinking the girl was fighting back, he started to swing his claw sporadically, while walking towards her direction, acting like an ever approaching meat grinder. She just backed away slowly, her hand outstretched, trying to signal for him to ease up, but when her back bumped against the wall, it was clear that wasn’t going to happen.
She barely just ducked out of the way as one of his claws scratched into the wall behind her. He didn’t even wince as his nails slide across the hard surface. Frisk used the moment of the duck to roll besides the fox. He felt another “punch” from her.
She goes from a roll and into a full sprint, running with the flute in hand as she stuff something in her pocket. Before she could get too far however.
SNAP!
The metal claws of a bear trap bit hard against her ankle. She yelled out in pain as she toppled into the mud.
The fox, seeing this occur, was knocked back into his senses. Seeing the anticlimax of their confrontation only lead him to cackle. His laughs pierced through the droplets as he slowly made his way to the now helpless child.
“Not so fast now, little one?” He said, his voice confident.
He reached down and snatched the flute. Frisk’s grip barely stood a chance in keeping it from his possession. He immediately brought the instrument to his muzzle. He took a big breath, pressed down on one of the holes, and then blew with all the air in his lungs. It made a loud, high pitched squeal, one that was painful to the little one’s ears.
Immediately, as if a switched he a been flipped, the rain began to come down twice as hard. Winds started to kick up, howling in her ears.
The fox simply smiled at her, and then ran off, supposedly making his escape.
As soon as he was out of sight, she reached into her pocket and felt a crumpled piece of paper. What the fox thought was punches, were actually her checking his pockets. Amongst normal belongings was a document, hastily jammed in his coat as if it were a last minute addition to his evacuation supplies.
If he cared so much to save that piece of paper while escaping, it must be important. Or at least, she hoped it was.
As the winds kicked up and lightning started to rain down from the heavens, some of the soldiers in the building started to become conscious of what was going on. Frisk could hear their cries of terror as they were being greeted with their slowly building demise.
Frisk could see a large gust of wind in the distance knock over a tree. She hoped, almost prayed that she would live long enough to get this information to the others. Just as that thought was finished, the same gust of wind reached her. The force of yanked the chain out of the ground, lifted frisk, along with the bear trap, into the air, carrying her to who knows where.
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