Frisk (genocide)

*Frisk wanders through judgement hall after striking down sans and is lost in thought, she doesn’t feel regret for what she’s done, but she’s also feeling a bit weird, like something she hasn’t felt before, something that nobody has, perhaps something in a sort of guilt?, no, not now, she says in her mind. She then sites you minding your own business then looks at her knife considering her thought of action and then walks towards you, no emotion on her face.*