'No way, no way, could Xiao Hua really be good?'
'It feels like the NPC's setup has been completely subverted from the original. Then wouldn't the little angel Papyrus in the original be...'
'Damn! Don't say it, it's really possible.'
'Mom Yang's smile is so creepy!'
'Quick! Rip her mouth open, don't let her cheat!'
'I'm already eating the candy (.﹒︣︿﹒︣.)'
'I can't accept the little angel becoming evil, please don't!'
'Chainsaw, chainsaw, more chainsaw, drowned in saws, I don't know what to do!'
...
"The Falling Flowers," the blade begins to show its sharp edge, and the viewers can already feel the approaching chilling intent.
Just thinking that the friendly NPCs from the original game would be like Mom Yang, their hearts felt as if they were squeezed by an invisible hand, causing great distress.
"It's all about the contrast?"
Mo Zhi's heart crawled with unease as she was stared at by the smirking Mom Yang. The obvious choices before her made her hesitate. If she chose [A Xiao Hua didn't bewitch me], wouldn't that be going against Mom Yang? Would she even survive?
However, [B I'm different from the other children] also seemed like a form of defiance. Clearly, no matter how she argued, she would be violating Mom Yang's taboo; it was just a matter of degree.
Since that was the case, Mo Zhi made up her mind and chose [A Xiao Hua didn't bewitch me]!
"Toriel, listen to me, Xiao Hua didn't bewitch me."
In the game, Frisk's words made the clouds above Mom Yang's forehead deepen. As if not seeing her, she shouted forcefully, "This is my own will!"
"It seems you are all the same."
Toriel's voice was like an ice cave in June, hidden with endless coldness beneath its warmth.
Deng deng deng deng deng~~~!!
Dynamic Bg/
'No holding back, stop asking questions, this is a psycho.'
'This version isn't holding back (･∀･)'
'This Mom Yang in this AU timeline is very extreme... and she detests Xiao Hua intensely.'
'Oh my god, my heart hurts!'
'*Mom Yang blocked the way!'
'Heartless iron hand! Xinai! Crippling strike!!!'
'My heart hurts ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!'
'No!! Chainsaw, chainsaw, more chainsaw.'
...
Mom Yang, who wasn't holding back, surprised everyone. Her ruthless methods were even harsher than Sans in the Genocide route.
After all, Sans's frame damage and full skill hits required time to deplete Frisk's health, whereas Mom Yang's fireballs meant instant death upon contact!
"Again!"
Mo Zhi, not believing it, revived and decisively chose [Dodge left]. Frisk followed the command and shifted her body to the left.
As expected, she was hit again!
[GAME OVER]
"Again!"
"This time dodge right!"
Srrraaa—
"......"
[GAME OVER]
"I'm sorry." As her consciousness faded, Frisk faintly heard Mom Yang's low murmur. Before her vision blurred, she saw Xiao Hua desperately shouting her name from behind.
Then, the world spun...
Beep—!
A special sound effect played, and the [Save Load] prompt appeared. Frisk, after reviving, reappeared in her room. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the ceiling.
She was still in Toriel's home.
"Frisk?"
Xiao Hua whispered. Seeing Frisk's eyelids tremble, it shouted excitedly, "Frisk, Frisk, are you okay?"
Frisk felt her chest tighten, making even breathing feel difficult.
She reached out and gently touched her chest, trying to calm herself down.
Everything spun wildly. She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her head.
"Frisk?"
Xiao Hua wanted to move the boots it was rooted in, but it stumbled and fell onto the table with a thud: "Damn it!"
It cursed, and the gathering tears pricked its eyes. It felt so useless.
Frisk covered her mouth with both hands to hide her sobs. Xiao Hua's eyes drooped, its head lowered, and its leaves curled up. The entire room was filled with an atmosphere of despair.
Mo Zhi noticed that a flower had bloomed on Frisk's cheek, only a few centimeters away from the two that had bloomed on her neck earlier.
"A flower?"
"Three more?!"
Mo Zhi exclaimed in disbelief, "Every time I make an operation that leads to death, a flower grows on Frisk?"
She stood there, frozen, realizing a terrifying truth completely different from the original: for every hundred million revivals, Frisk would sprout a hundred million flowers.
Whoosh!!
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