[They'd expected compliance. Not this. The adult totters to his feet, and Frisk stands there with their stick in their hands (their trembling hands), and then the adult hurls him, sending Rick ragdolling across the clearing and into the ravine. Their heart skips, painfully. Falling that far and that hard - they know what that means.
Something hot and dark and angry worms into the heart of them. They glare at him, all sympathy and fear on his behalf dissolving under the unremitting pressure of what he's just done.
They understand, now. They understand exactly why Rick did what he did, and how he did it.
Frisk's teeth flash in a snarl as they surge forward.]
Don't touch my brother.
[The butt of their stick whip-cracks into the adult's gut, and then swings around to smash into the back of his head. Maybe he'll make another bell-like clang sound! Who knows? They don't care. They just want him down and out for what he's just done.]
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Something hot and dark and angry worms into the heart of them. They glare at him, all sympathy and fear on his behalf dissolving under the unremitting pressure of what he's just done.
They understand, now. They understand exactly why Rick did what he did, and how he did it.
Frisk's teeth flash in a snarl as they surge forward.]
Don't touch my brother.
[The butt of their stick whip-cracks into the adult's gut, and then swings around to smash into the back of his head. Maybe he'll make another bell-like clang sound! Who knows? They don't care. They just want him down and out for what he's just done.]