[It's a good thing he don't have skin to get scared out of, 'cause the sound of a thousand screaming ducks is, he's fairly sure, a noise that's reserved for the kind of people that are sent to a special level of hell.
But it does give him an idea. Love's presence has included an influx of stuffed animals, and some of 'em are a little flimsier than others. Flimsy enough to be carefully cut open and then stitched back up again.
An unbelievably relevant plush toy ends up at Frisk's doorstep. Cursory examinations will reveal nothing incriminating.
Unless, of course, someone steps on it or squeezes it just a little too tightly.
A familiar screaming duck sound will soon follow.]
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But it does give him an idea. Love's presence has included an influx of stuffed animals, and some of 'em are a little flimsier than others. Flimsy enough to be carefully cut open and then stitched back up again.
An unbelievably relevant plush toy ends up at Frisk's doorstep. Cursory examinations will reveal nothing incriminating.
Unless, of course, someone steps on it or squeezes it just a little too tightly.
A familiar screaming duck sound will soon follow.]