#secondrategerman

Siegfried ( @secondrategerman)- Papyrus

Siegmund ( @fakeashenwings)- Sans

Vanya ( @lambofthelions)- Toriel

Ivan ( @chaoticshchavel)- Asgore

Volker ( @tangentially-displaced)- Alphys

Annie ( @disgruntled-dogmusher)- Undyne

Mattie- Frisk

“These are crepes, and I put chocolate and strawberries on them. My friend Louis taught me how to make these.”

“….. Not my favorite.”

Oh-ho, a response. That’s good.

“Oh? Then what is your favorite?”

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but paused midway. The distant glaze on his eyes returned as he just seemed absolutely lost on the matter. He pulled his blanket closer around him, sinking into it a little more.

“…I’unno…”

“Well, if you don’t know, why not try this? It could be your favorite.”

The blonde pursed his lips a little, almost in defiance of the claim, but knew he didn’t really have much choice since he was hungry. He messed with the blankets once more to be able to use his hands outside of it. He stabbed his fork into it, cutting into it to get a big piece of it along with all of the dressings on it to have a bit. Once he shoved it into his mouth, his eyes seemed to just light up with a spark. It was sweet and good and something he had no memory of tasting before.

The albino chuckled a bit as the other ravenously began to eat more of the dish, not even taking more than five minutes before the plate was literally licked clean. The boy leaned back in his chair, glancing away vaguely once more before he nodded.

“…. Yes. That is my favorite.”

“I’m glad.”

The two of them were quiet, the occasional snorting sound being heard from from the dog being just about it. After a bit of time, Siegmund leaned forward just a little.

“Do you remember your name yet?”

The boy sat up a little at the comment, drawing his hands back into his blanket caccoon as he sank right back down.

“….. No. I don’t remember anything…”

Hm, and it had been almost a week since he got here too, and while he was a bit more cognant, he would have thought he’d at least remember something. Though, considering when he was suddenly around with no memory, the only reason why his ‘cousin’ knew about his name was something he found on him had his name engraved on it. And with this kid having claimed him as his brother when he first washed ashore, he at least owed it to him to try to help.

“Would you like me to give you a name?”

The boys brows furrowed just a little, sinking just a little bit more so the blanket was slowly going over the top of his head. Siegmund leaned forward a little, wanting to make sure they could still see each other all right.

“You could always say no, and once you remember your name, we can go back to that. It might be a little easier for you.”

The boy looked downards a little in thought, sighing through his nose a little before nodding. It would be a good idea to at least have something to go by.

“…. Okay.”

Good good, progress. Siegmund leaned back into his chair, looking down to the dog in his lap. He set his hands on him, shaking him around a little to rile him up just a bit and get that tail wagging.

“How about Fritzi?”

The boy literally deadpanned at that, frowning just a bit.

“That’s the dog’s name.”

“Oh good, you remember his name.”

“Hard not to when you baby talk it at all hours of the day.”

Oh he heard that? Woops. But at least that’d be a good way for him to remember names, baby talk. He chuckled none the less, Frtizi snorting just a little at being talked about, his tongue just dangling there as per usual. Now was the time to actually think.

So, this was going to be his little brother, he needed a name that his peers could respect and he would seem like he belonged. A younger brother to Siegmund. A younger family member… Wait.

“… What about Siegfried?”

“Isn’t that your name?”

“No no, I’m Siegmund.” Least he was remembering a little more about it. “In a story, a man named Siegmund is the son of a Norse God, and his son was named Siegfried. Siegfried was one of the strongest men in the world and knew nothing of fear, until he learned about love.”

The boy sat up in his chair at the story, something about it seeming to captivating his interest. He looked to the side in thought for a while before he nodded.

“… Okay. I can be Siegfried, for now.”