Frisk's P.O.V

"YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" Ashlie was still repeating that sentence, still trying to break free from my grasp. I smiled at her, pressing her to the rocky ground harder. Her glare didn't waver. "Indeed I did," I finally replied.

Ashlie was clearly terrified of the amount of power I held over her, but the fire was still in her eyes. "And you're here acting like you didn't just take a life?"

"Because I didn't. I took more."

I bit Ashlie, sucking out her blood until she had none left. I kicked her body off the edge off the cliff. I kicked the other three off too. I was full of blood, and I didn't want to have to deal with them. I noticed that Cory was no longer on the scene. "I took him!" My good soul cried in my ear. "What more do you want from me?!"

I laughed. 'Hm, I never thought you'd be so useful, Fraier, but wow. Keep him there. I'm on my way.'

I could sense the guilt in Fraier's tone. "I can't believe you, Froslin. This is the boy we've been crushing on for years and you're gonna kill him."

'I am not gonna kill him. Simply make him suffer. But it'll all be worth it.'

"For you. This does nothing for everyone else. If anything, it makes it worse for the rest of the world."

'That doesn't matter! We've longed to be with Cory, and this way, we will be together. Forever.'

"But there has to be another way! There's always another way..."

'Sorry, but there isn't. Actually, I'm not sorry at all!'

I laughed, and Fraier's quiet crying faded into nothing.