Oh, what a delightful turn of events it has been today. A young human girl by the name of Frisk stumbled into my web, unknowingly becoming my latest prey. The way she squirms and thrashes, trying desperately to break free from my sticky silk, it's almost exhilarating to watch.
I can feel the hunger in my belly grow as I watch her struggle, knowing that soon she will become a delicious treat for me to savor. The temptation to turn her in to Asgore for a handsome reward is strong, but the thought of keeping her trapped here, at my mercy, is equally appealing.
As I watch her futile attempts to escape, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This human, so full of life and energy, now reduced to nothing more than a helpless captive in my web. It's moments like these that remind me of the power I hold over those who dare to cross me.
I can see the fear in Frisk's eyes, the realization sinking in that there is no escape from my clutches. And as much as I enjoy her struggles, a part of me can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. But that feeling quickly fades as I remember the thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of a successful capture.
So now, as I watch Frisk continue to fight against her inevitable fate, I must make a decision. Do I hand her over to Asgore for a reward, or do I keep her here as my prisoner, to enjoy her struggles for a little while longer? The choice is mine to make, and I must choose wisely.
But for now, I will simply sit back and revel in the sweet victory of capturing my latest prey. The taste of success is almost as sweet as the taste of a freshly baked pastry. And with Frisk now in my web, I have a feeling that things are about to get even sweeter.