Unlike the others, once again, Frisk was shockingly taking this quite well. Even going as far as to hum a familiar melody, the patient child of the Ruins stood, a scarf dear to Papyrus given to the human as a token of friendship and for actually eating his most famed spaghetti. Despite the surface being open, every once in awhile the skeleton brothers, Toriel, Asgore, and Frisk often visited Snowdin. Funnily enough, even with the surface open, the Ruins still beckoned as home faintly, that beacon of familiarity warming the hearts of the monsters that dwelt within for countless years. Even Frisk, whom had only been there a few times to her recollection, still found the place eerily comforting. Honestly, even he could not explain it herself, as if it carried a certain charm to that humble, chilly village.
Returning the wave to Luso with her trademark patient smile, Frisk seemed unaffected by the sight of Sam, as most children would probably screech and run. Instead, Frisk kept that smile, waving towards the young, pagan scarecrow demon thingy, having encountered much worse in the Ruins. After all, making friends will a robot literally designed to exterminate humans? That was a feat only Frisk could accomplish, a true test of the child's innocence and purity in the world. Of course, the child was never perfect, nobody was, and he knew others may of taken less...unsavory approaches. But in the end, good always triumphed over evil, kindness over strife, freedom over control.
At least, in theory.
Breaking out of the line, Frisk hobbled along in a rather stiff matter, the youngling on her way to approach the accented guard Frederika. However, in Frisk's adventure of navigating among the much taller individuals around him, the child nearly yelped at the crack of a whip towards the silly, fourth-wall breaking mercenary with a mouth. With a imaginary explanation point popping above Frisk's head, the human approached Deadpool, the child barely coming up to the mercenary's thigh. Huffing lightly, Frisk began to dig into her pockets, making a surprised noise as he lifted something strange yet welcoming out of it.
Flowers. Golden flowers.
Loud mouth idiot bent of killing and making corny puns or not, Frisk hated seeing others get hurt. So, in some attempt to make Deadpool feel better, Frisk gave Deadpool a few of the golden flowers. And by gave, the child stood on her tiptoes and placed them ironically next to the holster of Deadpool's very dangerous and very deadly firearms. With a satisfied hmph! and a soft giggle, Frisk hopped along to Frederika, giving the older woman a silly salute in the process. Reaching up to his neck, the determined protagonist unraveled her precious scarlet scarf, handing it up to the lady. She really didn't want to lose it, it meant a lot to Frisk, and with how maddening the carnival looked, it was a risk he didn't want to take.
Also, in the process, she let Frederika know of "SAVE", "ACT", "MERCY", and "LOAD" abilities.If they actually carried any weight in this world, well, was another question entirely. But, with those formalities set aside, Frisk let out a bit of a laugh, making her way past the officer, giving the older woman a goofy expression in the process. The Ruins did not best the human, through all of it's false evils and monsters, having went through the world in peace and companionship. Why should this carnival do the same? Everyone should deserve a bit of happiness in their life, violence is a horrific beast that brews in the hearts of men and demons.
And Frisk, the savior of the Underworld, was not going to let violence best her. No matter how many SAVE's or LOAD's, he will prevail. Never to give up, never to lose hope, never to lose determination, that is what drives Frisk. It is the drive of humanity, the willingness to endure, whether it be the finest hour, or the darkest hour...
Don't give up
Never give up
