ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏʟᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ.

* Run run run * Can’t make it to town? Dust taunts loudly, making sure Frisk could hear him over the wind and snow. Honestly, he loved scaring the child more than the idea of actively hurting them. But he won’t say that out loud.

Dust has spent hundreds of Resets perfecting the “art” of tracking down humans. Nevermind the fact he had magic on his side to help. It’s probably how he snuck up on Frisk so quickly. The skeleton chased after the child, a manic laugh bursting from his mouth as the town of (+)

* Boo It took no time at all for Dust to find poor little Frisk, a sharp bone in hand and swiftly crashing right above Frisk’s head and into the tree. * You gotta do better than that, kid He cackled, ready to attack if the child didn’t start running again.

You put the knife right in my back, killed any history we had .

Dust never even mentioned where Frisk had to run to, in order to be considered safe from his wrath. Frisk had to make it to town….only then would Dust back off. The skeleton cackled in the open air, dodging past branches and roots while he tracked down Frisk in the snow.

Dust chuckled darkly as Frisk sprinted off into the woods, watching for a second. * Five He never mentioned he’d play fair… Calmly, steadily, Dust started the chase. Let’s see who wins.

⠀ ⠀ [ They started to mumble please go away silently, hoping he wouldn’t remember what he was doing… they don’t even know why he forgot in the first place..! ]