#torieldreamer

{☆} ---- “Happy Mother’s Day, mom!!!”

His SOUL was acting up again, and at the worst time. Sans panicked, stumbling a bit. He was walking through Hotland, he couldn’t just stop. His magic was failing him too... He’ll just have to teleport randomly and hope he ends up somewhere with someone who could help him. The skeleton’s eye glowed for a moment, before he disappeared through a shortcut.

He collapsed outside of Toriel’s house, and tried to push himself back up. But his SOUL wouldn’t let him, so he simply laid on the ground and whimpered. Maybe his magic made enough noise when he teleported that the woman inside heard him? Or his SOUL was glowing bright enough for a Froggit to hop over to help him...

He really hated it when this happened. He really did.

Dying wasn’t that bad once he got used to it. And now that he was used to it, no longer having his SOUL hurt was a plus. He’ll just make sure he’s around for the RESET so he gets revived. For now though... He can mess with people.

And for now, that would be Toriel. He won’t be able to talk to her normally. But he can do something else.

✘ And that’s a snail pie.

     ✦ Frisk wordlessly rushes into the room, grinning when they find their             surrogate mother there. They breathe a laugh before rushing over             to her and pulling herself up onto the chair where they often sit with             Toriel on. Nothing out of the ordinary for the child to do.

The darkness changed to a familiar, yet horribly blinding light. Then feeling the ground. The cold ground, more specifically dirt. And fear, worry, concern for... not just themself but Asriel, and Toriel... and even he who killed him. Trembling slightly, the human then called out.