Dumb luck and a deal with the devil.

[Given their sunny smile and the alacrity with which they replied, can you honestly call it a lie? It hardly even counts as an elaborate twisting of the truth, really! Not that they've any reason to be pleasant. What point would there be in living a lie?]

I possessed their shambling corpse for a time and used it to murder their friends. Frisk just has such a love for parasitic influences, you see. But you would know that, would you not?

[#justdemonthings]