Bad Goats and Good Girls by Gothgirl378, literature
Literature
Bad Goats and Good Girls
'Okay… concentrate. You can do this Frisk! Just hit the target.' Brown eyes narrowed at the bullseye circle hanging right across the living room. It mocks her, the fact that small knives landed everywhere else except the target.
She pulls her right arm back, then moves it forward.
“Heya!”
The knife flew out of her hand, spinning wildly until it landed on the bullseye. Frisk smirked in satisfaction.
“Woo-hoo! All right Frisk! You go girl!”
Chara claps loudly, a cheerful smile adorning her features.
Frisk responds, “Thanks. Needed to refine my form. Plus, I was a bit bored.”