(This story is about Undertale and has Inanimate TF as the focus, be warned. This was commissioned by :iconforceofnatureandcorn: so big thanks to him for the points he gave me that earned him this story sooner than I would've written it otherwise!)
One day, Frisk was casually lounging at Napstablook's house, where she offered to make him food, despite his objections on the grounds that he didn't need to eat; she figured that it would simply be a polite gesture, since he is so nice to him even after she was initially frightened by him. As she was making food in the kitchen, the gleam of the kitchen knife began to distract her, and thoughts raced through her head that she didn't enjoy. Before she knew it, the knife was dropped on the ground and Napstablook came floating in to see the poor child shaking.
"F-frisk, what's wrong?! Did you hurt yourself?!" he asked in a panic, not wanting to be responsible for something bad happening to such a sweet kid.
She got back up straight and wiped aw