(this is frisk's point of view, or pov in short)
I am a natural born killer.
at the age of 3, I witnessed the death of my parents. There was two? three? I have no idea. but people swarmed my house in the middle of the night. My overly protective mother then hid me in the closet next to my bed. not long after, someone rushed in my room, beheaded my mother. He then shouted"WE JUST EARNED A MILLION DOLLARS! "then more voices could be heard from outside. I waited for them to leave, then called the police. once I heard the blaring sirens of the police cars, I ran out. I didn't want them to suspect me as the murderer.
At the age of 5, i killed my parents' murderers. I found their hideout. From that day on, I was an assassin. I was hired by various people to do some deeds. Because of that, the people that lived spread tales of me. Now I am feared by people all around me.
Until 12 years later, when I was 17,i heard a blood curdling scream. followed by a huge sound of someone hitting metal. I checked out the area, only to find a goat-looking person. curious, I held out my hand and treated him to blue burgers. Everyone says it was amazing, but it is actually horrible. imagine a burger that has a blue bun,blue patties, blue veggies, with a set of green fries(geez what's with these guys?).
I expected him to puke, but he actually said it was good, but his face does not say the same. His face was green, like he was about to barf. We then had a slightly one sided conversation.
I first took things slowly. asked him what he was, apparently, he was a monster called Asriel, and he came from this place called the underworld.(hell???) but I couldn't take it anymore. I asked him so much questions that by the time he answered it all, the sun was already setting.
I didn't realise it was that late already!i took him back to my house to crash in, but he almost crashed my house with fire magic. yes he can use magic. I guess that means that I don't need to pay for gas fees anymore. I slept peacefully that day.