#mxrcifulsoul

Sans gave a light smile and sat up on his bed. He hadn’t really been able to get to sleep, plus he had sensed the child’s soul coming closer to him. Cracking his left socket open, the skeleton reached a hand out to Frisk.

The Harsh Truth // Accepting

resetandregret: "So you like cats?" Frisk asked. May no mind to the conspicuous, squirming lump under their shirt.

“Cats? Yeah, I like cats.”

Of course, they liked dogs as well, but cats were pretty fantastic, in the child’s mind. Either way, they were happy, so long as they could pet the animal.

“Why do you ask?”

They didn’t seem to pay much attention to the squirming lump. Of course, if it proved to be a cat, that would be a different story…

"Because! I had to show someone this lil' cutie I found on a walk today." Frisk giggled as the cat peeked its small head out of the neckhole of their shirt. It was a brown tabby, and it focused its attention on Frisk's alternate, sniffing inquisitively.

Demon & Angel Starters

@goeatbuttercups

“Wh-what do you mean? You’re… You can’t be that much stronger than me…” The child commented, biting their lip anxiously. Of course, the angel’s pacifist nature did mean that they weren’t as strong as some other beings… But they knew that would come along with their nature.

“Y-You can’t be…”

Chara smiled. And smiled. And kept right on smiling. They could be that much stronger. They might not be. Not right now. Not what with how they had to tag along with the little angel. But it didn’t look like the other knew that.

“Of course I can be. You can’t get stronger if all you do is talk out your problems. If you run away. You have to FIGHT. You’re going to die. Over. And over. Unless....”

mxrcifulsoul:

Frisk jumped slightly as they realized that they had been caught watching him. The child paused for a moment, looking down at the ground for a few moments, before their grin returned once again.

“No, not really. I just… I’m happy to have someone here who’s shorter than me!”

The child didn’t seem to realize that talking about someone’s height could be a sore spot for them… They were simply speaking their mind, too happy to really think about it.

Papalymo let out a sigh at the mention of his height, but didn’t do anything about it. This was a child. They were still learning, and he didn’t want to upset them. He turned so he was facing them, crossing his arms across his chest.

{❧} ---- “Most people are taller than Lalafells. Have you ever seen a Lalafell?”

Frisk sighed quietly, looking up at the building for a few moments, before closing their eyes. They really didn’t want to do this… But really, they knew that there wasn’t really much of a choice in the matter. It was either this, or their condition was going to get worse.

“…I hate going in for treatments. I always feel terrible afterwards.” They sighed quietly, a grimace crossing their face.

Chara rolled her eyes and lightly punched Frisk in the upper arm. This was the only way they were going to get better, and she would not stand for it if they threw that chance away.

“Come on, don’t be such a baby. Sure it’s shit for a lil’ but hey, eventually you’ll feel better than if you didn’t so eh.... “

She looked away and grumbled to herself. She was never good at this whole feelings and empathizing thing. She refused to look Frisk in the eye again.

Frisk smiled and proceeded to cuddle into the blankets even more as Chara carried them. Admittedly, it was quite comfortable, so they weren’t going to complain about it in the slightest. They were comfortable and warm, wrapped in the blanket like this. They couldn’t help but giggle as they saw the colouring books, and the snacks within the fort. It seemed like they could spend quite a bit of time there.

“Maybe, but… I want to be able to set myself apart. I want to be unique…” The child mumbled, looking down at the ground.

Perhaps it was a stupid thought… But they couldn’t help but think it, anyways.

       ＊ Chara glanced at his partner before leaning back against a cushion, his expression a cross between incomprehension and worry. They wanted to be unique, sure... but didn’t that bring about attention that they might not want? Back when he lived with the Dreemurrs, the fact that he was human turned heads, especially when his parents made a big huge deal about it...

      ｢💔」”No sads allowed in Fort Chara, prisoner!” the demon child declared with a mischievous giggle as he snugged the blankets tighter around Frisk, gently tucking the end under their feet and the sides around them until they looked like a cozy little bundle.

      “Heh, you look like a little nugget like that,” Chara commented as he searched around for that one pack of candy that he wanted Frisk to try. “A little ＤＥＴＥＲＭＩＮＥＤ nugget!”