𝐕𝐈𝐈

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!

[ ∗ A burst of laughtet bubbles out- he has to catch himself from dropping the plate as he leans on the counter top ] ∗ holy angels kid-

‍          ‍     ‍ ❛  Secret． ❜         ⧼    Digging   into   the   bucket, putting   moss   by   their  mouth ．⧽        ‍ ❛    'm   glad   you   like   it ．❜    ‍   ‍

∗ says the kid who's resting face is just- [ ∗ His face goes rigid , eyesockets closing and smile disappearing as he mimics Frisk's signature expression. ]

‍          ‍     ‍⧼ Waddling   back  to   their  brother   with   a   bucket , they   will proceed  to  perpetuate   into  the  cycle  of  moss ．✨ ⧽    ‍   ‍

‍          ‍     ‍⧼ Waddling   back  to   their  brother   with   a   bucket , they   will proceed  to  perpetuate   into  the  cycle  of  moss ．✨ ⧽    ‍   ‍

∗ it's okay to not be positive all the time. ∗ you just need to make sure you don't get lost in all that negativity [ ∗ He returned the hug in kind , soaking in the warmth the human radiated. His soul ached at the memory of countless hugs... ∗ Frisk got so tall.. ]

± ∗ but... i also remember all the laughs we shared. ∗ when i said that i- ∗ i wasn't in my right mind. you weren't either. ∗ after everything ... i wish i did more to protect you. i'm sorry i wasn't enough- even after i became...

∗ ... [ ∗ Oh right. He did say that didn't he...? ] ∗ Frisk. What timeline was that?