(commission) Frisk and Asriel
Frisk clutched her chest tightly, seething in pain. She was losing badly, and was slowly losing all the hope she had left of winning. Asriel leered over her, floating about 2 feet above the ground. He looked angry, confused, sad. Frisk had no idea how to get the other to calm down, especially at this point in their battle. She looked up at him, her eyes glinting innocently. He growled in response, sounding malicious.
“Please… Asriel…” Frisk coughed weakly. “I don’t want to fight!”
“Well I do.” Asriel hissed. He then lunged forward, his arms outstretched towards Frisk. She backed away, but was caught by him and thrown to the floor. She landed roughly on her back, slamming to the ground with a thud. Her head went spinning in circles, and for a split second, everything went pitch black. When frisk opened her eyes, she saw Asriel hovering above her, smirking triumphantly.
“Please, just let me go!” Frisk cried out.