Mittsy
Frisk followed Mittsy as they wandered through the streets of Ebott, curious about the job that Mittsy had apparently needed her help with, but so far Mittsy hadn’t even mentioned anything about work, instead it seemed that she was just leading Frisk around on a bunch of house hold errands. They had been to the grocery store, the bakery and were now just heading for the market to grab something to eat for lunch. All the while Mittsy chattered on and on enthusiastically about the Pansies and praised Frisk for her work, telling her how important it was to the organization. Frisk narrowed her eyes slightly as she followed behind Mittsy. What was she up to?
“I wish you didn’t wear your street clothes.” Mittsy suddenly said as she eyed Frisk up and down. “You know I bought those nice outfits for you for a reason right?” She teased. Frisk just shot her a smirk in response.
“These are my work clothes.” She replied. “I wore them today because I thought I was going to be doing work, not going on a day long domestic chore run.” Mittsy chuckled lightly and rolled her eyes.
“Alright, alright, you can’t blame me for wanting a little girl time. Why don’t we go to the park to eat and then we can go over the assignment I need you for?” Mittsy suggested happily. Frisk perked up at the mentions of the job, she had been getting antsy just following Mittsy around doing chores.
“Sounds good to me.” Frisk eagerly replied.
The two sat and ate on a park bench near a patch of petunias. Frisk had just polished off half off her apple when Mittsy started going over the details of the job.
“This operation is going to be a little different then what you’re currently used to.” Mittsy began. Frisk cocked her head in interest, as well as skepticism.
“Basically we are going to be collecting some information.” Mittsy continued, and Frisk narrowed her eyes. As far as she was concerned dealing with information was very dangerous, and according to her agreement with Asgore she wasn’t supposed to know didly squat.
“Don’t worry, the info were gathering falls into the clear with your contract. I have already asked Asgores permission.” Mittsy continued as if reading Frisks thoughts, though the expression that Frisk was wearing on her face had probably more than tipped Mittsy off about how she was already feeling about this job.
“I came across an interesting rumor that one of the capos of the Cartella’s is meeting with a capo from the Hollywood troop about a fairly large shipment of um; let’s say less than legal magical paraphernalia.” Mittsy continued. Frisk still had her eyes narrowed at the monster, but she decided to listen to Mittsy’s entire pitch before she made up her mind about turning her down or not.
“So why do you need me?” Frisk asked, as gathering information was one of Mittsy’s sole duties as a member of the Pansies.
“Well, this rumor suggests that the two will be meeting in a café on the human side of Ebott, and the café that they are meeting at has a very low tolerance for monster kind I’m afraid.” Mittsy said.
Frisk sighed. Now she understood, Mittsy wanted her to go in and eavesdrop on the two’s conversation since she would be less suspicious as just being another human in the room. Frisk still felt very uneasy about the proposed operation, she would be placing herself in an enclosed space with two notorious capos of two notorious gangs. Frisk knew that she hadn’t been in direct contact with either of the two capos that were illegibly supposed to be meeting, but she had been in contact with the foot soldiers under their order. What if they recognized her? What if they had underlings with them that had worked with her before? The whole thing was far, far too risky.
“No way.” Frisk replied sternly. Mittsys smile fell into a pleading pout as her eyes grew to the size of sparkly saucers.
“Oh please Frisk, it would mean so much to me. You have no idea what a rare opportunity this is for us! Plus, the fact that Asgore is giving you this responsibility means that he is really starting to trust you!” She said. “He is basically giving you a promotion with this job.”
Don’t you want to move up in the ranks when you actually join after the trial? It means more pay, and also the big bonus of working with me more often.” Mittsy continued happily. Frisk winced at this; she had forgotten that Mittsy didn’t know about her plan to leave the Pansies as soon as her contract was up.
“And wouldn’t that be grand? We would be like partners no, like sisters joined through crime! We could be like Bonnie and Clyde only instead it would be Mittsy and Frisk.” She said happily. Frisk tried to give Mittsy a pleasant smile, but she was sure it was faltering at the edges from under the weight of her guilt. If she did leave the Pansies then there was a pretty good chance that she wouldn’t be seeing Mittsy very often or maybe even ever again?
“That actually has a nice ring to it, Mittsy and Frisk.” Mittsy repeated the title over again. “What do you think?” She asked breaking Frisk out of her train of thought.
“Uh, ya it does.” Frisk replied. She actually really did like the sound of it.
Frisk sighed to herself as she contemplated the job. In all reality she knew she shouldn’t even touch it with a ten foot poll, but maybe if she staked out the location early enough, and made sure that no one was at the meeting point that would recognize her, and made sure that she had an escape route, then maybe she would be ok. Frisk let out a very frustrated huff as she realized she was actually considering taking Mittsy’s offer.
“Alright, I will give it a look.” Frisk grumbled, much to Mittsy’s delight. “But if it’s too risky that’s it I’m out.” she stated firmly and Mittsy nodded vigorously from next to her.
“Oh thank you Frisk!” She said happily you have no idea what this will mean to everyone. Frisk just rolled her eyes. Though she was glad to see Mittsy happy she could not shake the feeling of dread that was already beginning to sit heavy in her stomach.
Frisk sat perched on a rooftop across from the appointed café which Mittsy had informed her about. She had been watching the entrance for the last two hours, making sure that no one who entered the building was anyone dangerous who knew her face. So far she was in the clear. Frisk fiddled with the bright blue flower that was now pinned securely under her collar nervously as she continued to watch.
Mittsy had given it to her and explained that it was actually enchanted with a spell. She told Frisk that they were called echo flowers, and that it would record the conversation of the two capos. All Frisk had to do was pluck off one of its petals for it to start and then pluck another one off for it to stop, the flower would then be delivered to Asgore where it would repeat all of the juicy details of the exchange over and over until it had no more petals left to spare.
Frisk perked up immediately when she saw one of her targets stroll casually down the street to the café. He was one of the capos of the Hollywood troop and Frisk was relieved to see that he was someone who she had not worked with before. A few moments later the second party of the meeting also arrived out of a taxi cab at the entrance. The capo of the Cartellas, he to had a face that Frisk didn’t personally recognize. She waited for a few more moments after both men had entered the building, before she carefully snuck down to street level off the roof tops.
Frisk took a deep breath to calm her nerves before she strutted into the cafe. The place wasn’t overly crowded but still had a few other occupants that would allow her to blend in easily enough. Frisk went up to the café bar before claiming a stool that was conveniently positioned near the two men.
“What do you want runt?” She suddenly heard from behind the bartop. Frisk quickly snapped her head to the direction of the voice, to be faced with a middle aged balding pudgy man. He was wearing a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up as he stood behind the counter. He also had a red bowtie and black unbuttoned vest that allowed his prominent gut to fall over the waist line of his black trousers. He gave Frisk a very suspicious look as he eyed her tattered and warn clothes. A few other patrons had also adjusted their view to see what the commotion was about, including the two capos. Frisk felt herself freeze up under the condescending gazes, but she quickly willed herself to calm down as she put on her best uneducated street rat accent.
“Please mister all’s I wants is a chocolate malt, I even gots the money to pay for it n’ everything see?” Frisk said as she produced some change from her tattered trousers.
“I counted it twice, I’m pretty sure I gots just enough.” She continued. The man just sneered at her before raising an unimpressed eyebrow, and for a second Frisk was afraid that he was just going to toss her out. However, luckily for her a few women sitting a little ways away had turned a sympathetic eye over to her ‘poor street orphan’ act as they started to tut and coo from their table.
“The poor dear.” Frisk heard one of the ladies say to her friend, and she knew the café owner had heard it as well because he rolled his eyes and let out a huff.
“Alright hand it hear, I’ll get you a milk shake.” The man replied in annoyance. He didn’t want to risk losing any business for appearing to cruel in front of his lady customers after all.
Frisk smirked inwardly as her ruse appeared to be working. She chanced a glance over her shoulder at the two capos they had also turned back to discussing their business quietly, as they seemed to be satisfied in believing that she was just some nobody street rat, hardly even a presence let alone any sort of threat. Frisk turned her gaze back forward as she subtly plucked one of the petals off of the pretty blue flower under her collar. Now all she had to do was wait.
She sipped slowly at the malt, pretending like she was savoring every last drop as if it was a rare treat for her poor homeless self, but in reality she was trying to carefully buying herself time. She had to make sure she was present long enough to record the important bits of the conversation without seeming suspicious. She was finding this particular task rather difficult to accomplish however, as the two men were speaking in half code. Now she understood why Asgore had been ok with her doing this job, even if Frisk overheard all of the information she had no real hope of understanding it. Frisk guessed that Mittsy was the specialist when it came to understanding this secret talk. That was probably one of her other important duties to the monster gang.
It seemed that the two men were finishing up their business as one was making his way over to pay at the counter. Frisk took this as her cue to leave as she swiftly and nonchalantly tugged off another flower petal making sure to leave her malt glass empty of every last drop.
“Thank ya mister, that malt sure did hit the spot.” She said as she flashed the shopkeeper a grin on her way out.
“Ya well don’t be making it a habit showing your face in here.” He replied gruffly.
Frisk casually made her way down the street for a few blocks until she was out of sight of the café before she ducked into an ally and quickly made a b -line for her meeting location with Mittsy.
“Did you get it?” Mittsy asked enthusiastically as Frisk rounded the corner of the darkened back street.
“I think so.” Frisk replied. “it was a little hard to tell what they were talking about with all the weird code they were using.” She said as she passed Mittsy the flower. Mittsy took it excitedly.
“Can you give me a preview?” She asked, Frisk furrowed her brow trying to remember one of the odd phrases she heard the two mobsters use.
“Uh, there was something about a hard-boiled egg in the basket?” She said and Mittsy’s eyes immediately lit up with excitement as she pulled Frisk into another surprise hug.
“Ooooooo, Frisk that’s exactly what I wanted to hear!” She said happily, before releasing Frisk from her hold.
“I’m going to make sure Asgore knows what an excellent job you did!” She told Frisk with an ecstatic smile.
Frisk smiled sheepishly back. She really didn’t care if Mittsy told Asgore or not, in the end it didn’t matter. Frisk was going to leave at the end of the month she had already made up her mind on the matter. Though she had to admit that running this job with Mittsy had been fun, she was glad that she had took the risk and at least got to have one more adventure with Mittsy before her time was up. Frisk felt her smile take on a sad tone at the thought about it. She really was going to miss Mittsy.
“You know Frisk, once this contract of yours is up and you become a fully-fledged member we can do things like this together all the time.” Mittsy suddenly said, breaking Frisk from her trance. Frisk couldn’t get herself to make any words to form a reply as she was shot with another round of guilt, so instead she just nodded silently.
As they made their way back through the streets of Ebott conversation remained sparse. Frisk felt herself start to question her decision to leave. She knew she had to. She knew that if she wanted to stay alive she didn’t have a choice, but she still couldn’t help but let her mind wander to the question of ‘what if’ as she thought of all the scenarios that she wouldn’t get to be a part of if she stayed. She would get to take those lessons with Undyne for certain and hang out in the bar with grillby. Maybe she could actually help Papyrus improve on his cooking skills, and make something decently edible as well as go see more movies with him. Mittsy and she would also probably work more jobs together, and maybe they could actually make a reputation for themselves within the Pansies. Frisk felt herself smirking as she thought up potential nick names for their imaginable duo. They could be called the ‘sly sisters’ or maybe the ‘sisters of sin.’ Frisk almost giggled out load at the ridiculous names.
There was also Sans, Frisk paused when she thought about him. He was different from the rest, she still didn’t really know what to make of the short skeleton brother, but she was happy that she and him had finally seemed to become friends. Maybe if she did stay, in time they would actually become close like how she was with his brother or with Mittsy. Frisk huffed lightly at the thought now she really was getting carried away with her wishful thinking.
Suddenly Mittsy took a hard left deviating from the route home. Frisk almost missed her turn as she had done it so quickly and was even now picking up her pace. Frisk jogged lightly to catch up with Mittsy, she was about to ask where they were going but Mittsy silenced her with a stern eye. She made a shushing gesture as she directed Frisk to glance over her shoulder at the alley behind them. Frisk stiffened a she chanced a look back. Sure enough she saw a shadowy figure duck just out of site tailing them from the streets.
“Damn.” Frisk thought to herself. She should have been paying more attention. Frisks then felt Mittsy take her hand briefly, before she felt Mittsy pass her the echo flower subtly.
“If it comes to it I want you to take this and run.” She said in a stern whisper. “It is of the utmost importance it gets to Asgore and you’re faster than I am on the roof tops.”
Frisk felt a spike of fear run up her spine. This was serious. Frisk hesitated and looked at Mittsy with eyes full of concern. If she ran then who would help Mittsy? She couldn’t leave her all alone. Mittsy seemed to sense Frisks distress and flashed her reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry about me; I can handle a few thugs on my own strength.” She said with a smirk. Frisk held Mittsy’s gaze firmly and scanned it over for any signals that Mittsy was lying and only putting on a brave face, when she was satisfied she gave a reluctant nod.
“Ok good.” Mittsy continued. “As soon as we turn this corner I want you to break away from me and don’t look back. I will meet you back at the apartment when you are sure you’re not being followed.” She said.
Frisk prepared to make a run for it. She already had a route planned out in her head. The two then rounded the corner and both of them stopped dead in their tracks as they were cut off by three more men already waiting for them. Ludo stood a bit behind the other two a predatory grin spread across his face when he saw his prey walk right into his little trap.
Frisk froze, she turned briefly to see if they could double back down the alley from which they had come but it was too late. The men that had been following them from behind had caught up to them and were now blocking their escape. Mittsy and Frisk were trapped.
“Well looky here boy’s.” Ludo drawled. “It’s our lucky day.” He said as he pushed himself off the ally wall and began to saunter toward Mittsy and Frisk.
“We caught two pests in our net, a mouse and a street rat.” He chuckled dryly.
Frisk felt her breath hitch when she recognized the men as members of the Gambino family. Frisk had always made it a very important point to never do dealings with this gang, in fact she made sure to stay as far the hell away from them as she possibly could. The Gambino’s were ruthless and were known to kill there hired help more times than they were known to actually pay them, and with Mittsy and herself surrounded by five of their members, including their under boss Ludo, it was clear that there wasn’t anything good left in store.
Mittsy straightened her back and fixed Ludo with a bored expression.
“Lucky you say?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “If I were you I wouldn’t go counting my chickens just yet. After all you know what happen when you corner a rodent don’t you?” She continued as she took a confident step toward him.
“They’ll chew right through you.” She said as she raised her arm in front of herself. Frisk watched in stunned silence as a large glowing magenta mallet materialized in Mittsy’s open hand. The head of the hammer was enormous and its staff was as tall as Mittsy herself, but despite its size Mittsy handled the massive weapon with ease as she swung it over her shoulder with only one hand as though it weighed nothing at all. Ludo smirk only growed larger as he gave the signal to his men to attach.
The three leapt at them both and mittsy strode forward assertively to meet them. Frisk couldn’t tear her eyes away as Mittsy swung her mallet. It was a mixture of both elegance and control combined with brute strength and savagery. She twirled the hammer effortlessly above her head with one hand before bringing it around with a powerful thrust knocking all three advancing mobsters flat on their backs. One of the two that had come from behind tried to grab her while she had her back turned but Mittsy countered it easily as she shot the handle end of her mallet backwards, striking the man right between his legs. He squeaked before he fell to his knees and rolled over in pain, clutching himself desperately.
Before the men could pick themselves back up Mittsy turned to Frisk and shoot her a look. Frisk immediately came to attention, she knew what that look meant, it meant run. Frisk nodded briefly to Mittsy, signaling that she understood before she made a break for a stack of crates, hoping to use them as a make shift later up to the roof tops where she could get herself and the flower that was now hidden in her shoe away from the mobsters and get help for mittsy. Unfortunately before Frisk could make it to the crates a black gloved hand caught her by the shoulder before another arm grabbed her wrist and forced her arm behind her back painfully.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A blond man drawled, fixing Frisk with a bored expression. Mittsy flinched slightly with anger as she pointed the mallet at the man.
“Why are you bothering with her?” She asked with a sneer. “I think you’ll find me much more enthralling as a dance partner.” Mittsy said with a wink. The man just cocked an eyebrow in what looked like light amusement before turning and calling to Ludo.
“Hey boss how long are you gonna keep playing around?” He asked. Ludo just grinned at him wickedly.
“What’s the matter Ricky bored already? I thought you would actually enjoy a little exercise. Ya know, give ya a break from cleaning up corpses and all.” He said with a smug chuckle. Ricky just rolled his eyes before shooting his boss an unimpressed look.
“Right, right I forgot it’s always works with you. Ya know you should really learn how to loosen up and have a little fun once in a while.” Ludo said as he took a step toward Mittsy. Mittsy turned her mallet toward Ludo and flashed him a snarky smirk.
“What? You finally decide to join the party? I was beginning to think you were going to let your boys have all the fun.” She chirped. Ludo chuckled slightly in response to Mittsy's chide, meeting her taunting smile with his own threatening one.
“Sorry to keep you waiting darling.” He replied slyly. “But my partner here is right, there was an actual purpose to this little encounter of ours and I think it’s about time I get down to business.”
Frisk watched Ludo as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was some sort of round looking clear device that held a red liquid. It also had some sort of brass nozzle and valve attached to it. Mittsy seemed to see it as well as her eyebrow arched in curiosity.
“What’s the rush?” Mittsy replied, “You’ve barely moved at all, don’t you want to play a little first?” she said as she pulled back her hammer and lunged at Ludo.
Ludo just continued to smirk. He didn’t even bother to get out of the way of her swing as he dropped the device on the ground. As soon as it hit the cobblestones the valve seemed to release and the red liquid was transformed into a thick red mist as it sprayed out of the nozzle. Mittsy coughed and gaged as she was bombarded with the dense red fog before she quickly jumped back retreating from her advance and eyed Ludo quizzicly. His grin just widened as he continued to watch her intensely, his icy blue eyes never wavering from her form.
“What was that supposed to be some sort of magic act?” Mittsy quipped. “I hate to break it to you pal, but you’re supposed to disappear behind the smoke bomb. You missed your chance to escape.” She said as she prepared her mallet for another attach. Ludo just snickered.
“Who said anything about me wanting to escape?” He replied. “If I left now I’d miss the main event.” Mittsy tilted her head in slight confusion, before charging at him again. Though, halfway through her assault her mallet seemed to waver and fizzle like its form had been compromised. Mittsy froze as she watched, wide eyed in horror as her weapon disappeared. She tried to summon it again but she couldn’t, in fact she couldn’t feel her magic anymore at all. It was like something was blocking her connection. She then turned an angry glare to Ludo who was now outright laughing at her stunned reaction.
“What – what did you do?!” She demanded, but he just continued to laugh, clutching at his sides as if Mittsy’s dread filled face was the funniest thing he had ever seen.
“Wow.” He finally managed to say as his giggles subsided. “The doc wasn’t lying when he said he had the answer to our monster problems. Without your magic you really arn’t that much of a threat are you?” He sneered.
Mittsy's eyes widened even more as she looked to the device that had previously held the red liquid now sitting on the ground. What was in that thing? Had it really taken away her magic?
“Well seeing as my little experiment is finished, now there really isn’t any more use for me to be keeping you around.” Ludo continued as he quickly pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Mittsy.
“It’s been fun darling.” He said with a smirk as he pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit Mittsy square in the chest. She didn’t even have the time to react or try to get out of the way before Ludo had fired at her. Frisk watched in silent horror as her friend fell to her knees, a stunned expression still present on her face. Frisk wanted to scream. She wanted to run to Mittsy, wanted to break out from Ricky’s hold and do something, ANYTHING to help her fallen friend, but all she could do was stare. Her voice was gone, completely crushed from the tight lump that was in her throat, snuffed out by her panic. Her body was also refusing her as her frazzled mind continued to scream and shriek for her to move, to fight to do SOMETHING. It was like she was trapped within her own body, all she could do was stare out through her fear laden eyes at Mittsy as she fell forward, now clutching the wound in her chest with a shaking fist. The wall of the ally was the only thing keeping her from collapsing completely.
The world seemed to slow down around Frisk as she focused on Mittsy. Nothing else mattered to her, not Ludo, not Ricky, or any of the other mobsters that existed in the outside world. All Frisk could do was stare at Mittsy, refusing to break her gaze even for a moment. Frisk was sure that if she just kept watching, kept her eyes fixated on Mittsy, then maybe, just maybe Mittsy wouldn’t disappear.
Suddenly Mittsy turned her head over her shoulder to face Frisk. She attempted to flash Frisk a small smile but it couldn’t mask the pain and the sadness present in Mittsy’s eyes. She knew what was going to happen next, and so did Frisk. She then proceeded to mouth something silently in Frisks direction. The movements were quick and subtle so the surronding mobsters wouldn’t notice it. If Frisk hadn’t have been paying so close attention she would have missed the gesture herself.
“I’m Sorry.” Mittsy mouthed. Frisks eyes widened even more in shock and anguish as despair completely took over her being. She felt so desperate and so utterly useless, all she wanted to do was cry out but her body would not let her. Then Frisk blinked and Mittsy’s form sifted and vanished. The only thing left behind was a pile of dust surrounded by her magenta suit jacket.
Luddo continued to snigger as he stepped around Mittsy’s remains toward his partner. Ricky rolled his eyes at his boss’s smug expression.
“You know I had my doubts about the doc at first but it looks like he really came through on his promise.” Ludo said happily. “This thing works great!” He continued as he picked up the device, giving it an enthusiastic kiss before slipping it back into his pocket. Ricky just raised an irritated eyebrow at him.
“What’s with the look? I thought you would be happy the experiment went off without a hitch.” Ludo asked to his obviously peeved partner.
“Well even though that’s true boss.” Ricky began dryly. “You weren’t supposed to kill her right away; we were supposed to measure how long the effects lasted before she got her magic back.” He said Ludo just chuckled and shrugged.
“Sorry my hand slipped.” He replied with a devilish smile. “Besides, there was a reason why I brought two of these little buties.” He continued patting his jacket pocket.
“We’ll just find another chump monster to test it on, on the way home right boys?” He said happily to his men, who were still picking themselves up and dusting off their jackets from their brawl with Mittsy. Ricky just let out a tired sigh at Ludo’s antics well at least the boss was in a somewhat good mood now anyway.
“So boss what you want to do about her?” Ricky asked as he pulled Frisk forward. She stumbled awkwardly as her legs were still like limp noodles and she still couldn’t pry her eyes away from Mittsy’s dust now left forgotten in the alleyway.
Ludo let an icy eye wander over to Frisk. He had almost forgotten about the pipsqueak. He smiled as he made his way over, and then bent down to her eye level and snapped his fingers in front of her face. At the sudden harsh sound Frisks eyes broke away from what was left of her friend, as she came face to face with Ludo and his sinister smile.
“There we go, back down to earth now are we?” He said in an overly cheery tone. Frisks breath hitched as fear shoot cold through her spine. She reflexively tried to back away from him and ended up bumping firmly into Ricky who still held her in a firm grip.
“Knock it off boss.” Ricky said as he tightened his hold. “Stop scaring her you’re making her struggle.” Ludos grin grew wider as he straightened himself back up.
“Well that’s good cuz she should be scared.” He replied shrewdly. “Hey now little girl.” He said turning his grin back in Frisks direction.
“You want to tell me why you were with that monster?” He asked. Frisk couldn’t even respond. She tried to muster up her words but they quickly died in her throat all she could get out was a meek little whimper as Ludo held her trapped in the gaze of his stone cold eyes. Ludos smirk grew larger as he let out an unimpressed little laugh.
“Eh, let her go Ricky.” He said as he walked past them both.
“Wait, are you sure that’s a good idea boss? She saw everything, and what about that rumer going around about the monsters having a human contact? what if it’s her?” Ricky called after him.
“Jeez Ricky, you really gotta get your eyes checked if you think this little street rat is the one the Pansies hired to make that deal with Alico.” Ludo replied with a sarcastic cackle.
“Just look at her.” He continued as he motioned to Frisks tattered and dirty clothes. “You really think Alico would give the time of day to this dame?” He said with a cheeky smile. Ricky s gaze fell to the floor in slight embarrassment. His boss had a good point.
“She’s probably just some homeless Brat the mouse paid off for a one time gig.” Ludo continued.
“Besides.” Ludo said. “I’m in a very good mood at the moment so I think I’m gonna show a little mercy. Ya hear that little girl?” He said, calling over at Frisk.
“ I’m gonna let you off with a warning this time.” He continued, flashing Frisk a deadly smirk. “But make no mistake that the next time I see you or any other human for that matter working with the monsters you’ll end up in more or less the same state as our friend miss mouse over there.” He said gesturing to the pile of dust by the alley wall.
“After all it’s about to be an all-out war on these streets, so you better realize which side you’re on now.” He said as he gestured for Ricky to drop her. Ricky let Frisk go and fell into step behind Ludo, the rest of his men following in tow behind him.
Frisk stood rigid as the men disappeared from the ally way. She then turned her head stiffly to the pile of dust sitting a few feet away from her. She walked over to it and collapsed to her knees in front of her friend. It couldn’t be real. This just couldn’t be real. But no matter how hard she stared at the dust she knew that Mittsy wasn’t going to come back. She sat like that for a while, hours or maybe only minuets, Frisk really couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was numb now, nothing mattered. After she sat silently for a few more moments, she gathered up Mittsy’s remains and cradeled them close to her chest in Mittsy’s magenta jacket, before getting up off of the dirty cobblestones, and walking slowly through the backstreets of Ebott. She was tired now; it was time to go home.