#tadashiisonfire

Closed RP with @tadashiisonfire

Frisk had never been more mortified in their life. They didn't care if this person was to be their stylist, they still didn't want anyone to see them without their cloths, to see their scars in all their glory.

“Then why don’t you sound very convincing, Hiro?” Tadashi returns quickly, fixing his brother with a knowing look. You’re the better one out of the two of us, after all.

“It matters to me because you’re my brother, Hiro. I care about you.”

      ‘..because you’re my brother..’ 

      Maybe we’re related biologically, but I’m nothing like you, Tadashi. Even when I try to be.. “Well it sure doesn’t feel like it!” Hiro snapped, turning his gaze away. 

      Being on his own sucked. Hiro came to that conclusion on the first night after Tadashi had left, risking his life in hopes that it would save his younger brother. He couldn’t be sure exactly how long ago that was; he’d stopped keeping track of the dates long before now, choosing to, instead, take life one day at a time, and start each morning with a simple daily objective– 

                         Survive.

      His feet hurt, and he hadn’t really slept in a while, but Hiro forced himself to keep walking. The building up ahead was his end goal – it looked like it would be decent enough for him to rest up for a short while before he moved on again. Trudging up to the entrance, he gave the door a cautious nudge. He was about to push it all the way in, but a sharp voice rang out from inside made him flinch instinctively. 

      There was no time to react. One second he was walking, the next, well, he wasn’t. Muscular arms easily lifted the twelve-year-old’s frame into the air, and before he could put up a fight, or even make a noise of protest, a hand shoved a strongly-scented cloth over his mouth and nose, forcing him into unconsciousness.

      Pulling the kid’s hoodie off, one of the assailants left it on the steps, along with a small note that listed an address, a number, and one simple message: 

The world had a tendency of going very quiet during the cold times, but for some reason, be it in this town or on this entire planet, shops and stores were filled to the brim.

She just wanted to get a scarf for her sister, but the thrift store was absolutely swarming with people. Her stimulation reserves were all but depleted and she hadn't even found a good scarf yet! Finally she broke out of a huge crowd surrounding the sweaters just to take a moment to breathe.

She staggered a few steps to separate herself, only to run headfirst into another stranger.

She yelped in surprise and no small amount of horror at her own lack of sight. “I am so sorry!” She half squeaked. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”  She looked around, suddenly very overwhelmed from the entire setup.