#bestial-bones

Since they’d been released from Alphys place, the small human had been feeling rather whoozy and tired still. That’s why going to a friends place until they were feeling stronger seemed like a good idea, and who better to seek out than the dad skelly?

When they feel someone close to them the child manages to wake up stretching and yawning and oblivious to the possible threat looming outside their room. Oh, it was skelly dad!

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One hand combs through their hair soothingly, a gentle purring hum rumbling out of his chest as he holds the child close.

“Shh, shh, you’re fine doll.” He whispers, nuzzling the side of their face as he talks. He could see their fear—their soul was bright and hot with their distress, baseless though it was.

The larger monster’s continuous affection and purring helped silence any protests from the small human, though they were still whimpering and sniffling pretty badly and trembling as he held them.

They couldn’t stop thinking those awful things, the guilt weighing so heavily on them and the fear of abandonment making their chest and head ache with how fervent it was. It hurt so much-

They couldn’t stop shaking, even he had picked them up and held them close, the child couldn’t stop crying. Those voices were real, they had to be, they were hearing them now when they weren’t asleep!! Somehow they managed to mimic all the fears and voices they’d hear in those dreadful nightmares, hearing them now they…they had to be true to the child.

He pokes right back, grinning cheekily at them.

Don’t start a fight you’re not prepared to finish, Petals.

Oh, it is on-

They knew a challenge when they saw one, which was why when they poked him back the little human rolled off and hid behind the armrest of the couch.

Ivan would slowly get up, brushing the snow off of himself for a few moments. He actually made it. He really wasn’t expecting it to work, but at the same time he always seemed to have a knack for figuring out the results of magic. Well, in the very least it got him here, now he just needed to find Sans... and hopefully get a ride back.

The side effects of his first time going through with this would rear their head, hitting him like a truck. To slightly understate it, his lunch was lost at this moment.

He wasn’t shaking this sick feeling off anytime soon. And to boot he had a splitting headache and standing was a little bit of an issue for the moment. The most brutal part of these symptoms would leave him after probably 10 minutes. He was feeling good enough to walk at least. For various reasons, Ivan would find himself completely avoiding any and all monsters that were not Sans. He really couldn’t risk any monster figuring out he had a soul at this moment in time.  It would simply be too dangerous with traveling here having gone this poorly. He might have gotten here, but he probably couldn’t run from anything if it started.

Once the time that had elapsed had reached about an hour, Ivan would finally have found his way to what he thought was San’s place. He had certainly seen it before, but he just wasn’t sure with it having been over a year since last time. He was quite cold at this point, and he had figured out he couldn’t use magic a fair bit ago as well.

The small human had missed their dear friends company, so upon spotting him through the the trees of the darkened forest, his cleaner visage reflecting easily off the light of their lantern, Frisk was quick to rush over to him and hug him around his waist as best as they could.

They didn’t say anything, but something about their expression and overall demeanor seemed more...tired, drained even. Maybe this place was finally starting to get to them...

When they realized how long they’d been hugging him though, Frisk suddenly seemed to grow sheepish and pulled away fiddling with their lantern’s handle a little.