Memory [Sunlight filters down from a hole far, far above, shining like a spotlight on the golden patch of flowers growing in the center of this cave. It's tiny, just a rough-hewn room barely twenty feet across and a thin passage leading away into the dark. Nowhere to hide, especially not with the sun reflecting off the flowers the way it is.]
[That doesn't stop Frisk from trying. They're curled up in the very back with their back against the wall and their face crammed against their knees, trying to make themself as small as they can. Their shoulders shake with muffled sobs, and they can't help the occasional keening whimper that escapes their throat. They want nothing more than to be alone right now, but that might not be what they need.]
Arrival [Frisk still feels like they're walking through a dream as they wander past the recording— the recording of humans, talking about some stuff that flows right past their ears as they stare wide-eyed at everything around them. They don't know this place. It's probably nowhere underground. They might be in space, and isn't that a thought.]
[They're still very out of it, they realize, and decide that sitting down against this wall is a good idea. Probably no one is going to trip over them here, as long as they don't stick their legs out or anything. They're very small and need to process all of this without being at risk of falling over.]
A Ball Of Fluff Named Moogle [The moment Frisk's Moogle whizzes into the air in front of them, they know this place is perfect. They don't even give the critter time to introduce herself before they started patting that delightfully soft fur like it's the end of the world. They're spamming the Pet button like a speedrunner trying to make the world record. The friction created by their fingers scratching behind her ears is on track to heat the weather back up to summer temperatures.]
[For her part, Izwin doesn't seem to mind, but it does make it a little difficult to actually tell them why she's here.]
Pretty Sights [Frisk had wandered into the gardens looking for a quiet place where they wouldn't have to talk to anyone. They did find that, but they also found something even better: a tree. By itself, the tree isn't that special. It's just a regular old tree, sitting in the middle of a garden, encircled by paths to walk around. They've seen trees before. What catches their attention about this one is the leaves, which are a dark green on one side but turning to mottled yellow on the other.]
[Of all things, this shouldn't be the one to make the reality of their situation sink in— they've been looking at the sky this whole time, surely that's what would convince them they're not in the underground. They saw the pumpkins decorating every level surface in the cafeteria. But no, it's a tree halfway through changing color, living proof that they're out of the endless loop they put themself through.]
[They've been staring at the tree for the last ten minutes. They might be tearing up a little.]
Frisk | Undertale
[Sunlight filters down from a hole far, far above, shining like a spotlight on the golden patch of flowers growing in the center of this cave. It's tiny, just a rough-hewn room barely twenty feet across and a thin passage leading away into the dark. Nowhere to hide, especially not with the sun reflecting off the flowers the way it is.]
[That doesn't stop Frisk from trying. They're curled up in the very back with their back against the wall and their face crammed against their knees, trying to make themself as small as they can. Their shoulders shake with muffled sobs, and they can't help the occasional keening whimper that escapes their throat. They want nothing more than to be alone right now, but that might not be what they need.]
Arrival
[Frisk still feels like they're walking through a dream as they wander past the recording— the recording of humans, talking about some stuff that flows right past their ears as they stare wide-eyed at everything around them. They don't know this place. It's probably nowhere underground. They might be in space, and isn't that a thought.]
[They're still very out of it, they realize, and decide that sitting down against this wall is a good idea. Probably no one is going to trip over them here, as long as they don't stick their legs out or anything. They're very small and need to process all of this without being at risk of falling over.]
A Ball Of Fluff Named Moogle
[The moment Frisk's Moogle whizzes into the air in front of them, they know this place is perfect. They don't even give the critter time to introduce herself before they started patting that delightfully soft fur like it's the end of the world. They're spamming the Pet button like a speedrunner trying to make the world record. The friction created by their fingers scratching behind her ears is on track to heat the weather back up to summer temperatures.]
[For her part, Izwin doesn't seem to mind, but it does make it a little difficult to actually tell them why she's here.]
Pretty Sights
[Frisk had wandered into the gardens looking for a quiet place where they wouldn't have to talk to anyone. They did find that, but they also found something even better: a tree. By itself, the tree isn't that special. It's just a regular old tree, sitting in the middle of a garden, encircled by paths to walk around. They've seen trees before. What catches their attention about this one is the leaves, which are a dark green on one side but turning to mottled yellow on the other.]
[Of all things, this shouldn't be the one to make the reality of their situation sink in— they've been looking at the sky this whole time, surely that's what would convince them they're not in the underground. They saw the pumpkins decorating every level surface in the cafeteria. But no, it's a tree halfway through changing color, living proof that they're out of the endless loop they put themself through.]
[They've been staring at the tree for the last ten minutes. They might be tearing up a little.]