*Hiss!*
Before she could even react, Frisk, who had just entered the combat interface, was pierced through by the bones casually swung by Papyrus.
"Next, you will die."
"But I can promise you, I will take good care of your soul."
"Goodbye, human!"
The last bone stabbed through her skull from back to front.
Massacre!
A brutal massacre!
A pathological massacre devoid of any emotion!
*Bang!!!*
Off-screen, Moshizh hammered the table with a cold face, shaking the live broadcast camera.
At this moment, her heart was filled with flames of anger, and her resolve wavered even when she saw Frisk being massacred.
Was her choice of the mercy route truly correct?
Were the mistakes of the past making a poor little girl bear the burden? Was she really saving them?
Wasn't she pushing a kind little girl into a fiery pit?
The demon Papyrus was too much. This was the worst monster she had ever encountered!
The hatred here was as strong as the love and guilt the original work had for Papyrus.
The viewers in front of the screen, experiencing the game from Frisk's perspective, were already filled with righteous indignation!
'Angry ╰_╯ Extremely angry, I'm going to help Flower with a genocide!'
'That's difficult, there's still Asgore later, oh and Undyne, oh right and Sans (maybe)'
'Ahhhh~~~ The little angel has become a little devil!'
'Little angel? Howling corpse!'
'Really, really angry, this pacifist route is too frustrating!'
'Everyone must die'
'Heavier than an axe, or lighter than Flower (dog)'
'Frisk's personality is truly kind and gentle... why must she suffer like this......'
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