That WAS a Frisk. A monochromatic one.

"My name is (Y/N)."

"Cσɾҽ!Fɾιʂƙ. Wҽʅƈσɱҽ ƚσ ƚԋҽ Cσɾҽ."

'I've heard about her.'

"Wԋαƚ ԋαρρҽɳҽԃ ϝσɾ ყσυ ƚσ ɠҽƚ ԋҽɾҽ?"

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"Soul shatter."

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"A permanent one."

"Oԋ...ƚԋαƚ'ʂ ɳσ ɠσσԃ. Bυƚ ƚԋҽɾҽ αɾҽ ɯαყʂ ϝσɾ ყσυ ƚσ ɠҽƚ ιƚ Ⴆαƈƙ."

"Ah. Well," You try to move. It's slightly painful, but you can move. "that's good."

Č𝕠Řᵉ!𝔽Ř𝓲Ş𝐤 nods.

"Yσυ ƈαɳ'ƚ ʂƚαყ ԋҽɾҽ ϝσɾ ʅσɳɠ."

"Why not? It's not like-" You stop short, noticing a slight glitching effect at the edge of your vision. It slowly becomes worse, until your eyes are filled with static. 

Something like this. I'm not good at digital glitch effects.

I have to leave it here as I am in school as I write this.

ᒪOᗩᗪIᑎG EᑎTITY ᗪETᗩIᒪᔕ.......
ᔕᑭEᑕIEᔕ: ᑌᑎKᑎOᗯᑎ.
ᒪᐯ: ᑌᑎKᑎOᗯᑎ.
ᕼᑭ: ᑌᑎKᑎOᗯᑎ.
ᔕOᑌᒪ ᑌᑎᗩᗷᒪE TO ᗷE ᒪOᑕᗩTEᗪ....... ᑭᖇOᑕEEᗪ ᗩᑎYᗯᗩY?
(Y) N
ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌIᑎG.......