{ You thrashed around with the chains, bloodthirsty for the person who killed them all. The devil. The evil who held some form of twisted L.O.V.E for you until she'd die. Frisk. The door swung open, letting you see the only person here in the Underground aside from you. Frisk. You lunged at her, wanting to maul her for what she did, but the chains held you back. In response she just bent down to your level and caressed your cheek. Cooing. }

Frisk: "Aww~, my little lovely misses me?"