DETERMINATION.

INDIE BLIND!FRISK WRITTEN BY LEO.

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* heh, you wouldn’t want that. i’m a bone-ified pun master, after all.

* nah, i was just checkin’ up on my favorite human kiddo. y’know where i can find ‘em?

* sans matches the child’s smile, and gives their fingers a gentle squeeze, just to make sure they know he’s only kidding.

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   “I could beat you any day!”    Frisk’s mouth opened in surprise,    but it soon turned into a grumpy pout,    and finally a smile. They squeezed    back at the skeleton’s hand, leaning    close to them.    “Hey! I’m the blind one, not you!     Or are you hanging out with     another human kid...?”

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✋ The proposition of a guessing game of sorts broke him out of his reverie. That was a good idea. A pity he couldn’t say as much, though he supposed going along with it would get it across better than not. ✋ As his name definitely didn’t start with a T the answer was two taps for no, albeit the second tap was a slight bit hesitant. Some of the titles he had gained over the years started with that letter, but surely they didn’t count. ✋ And by chance any nice Riverpersons had warned them about him, it would likely be prudent to stick to a first name only basis. 

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   No T? Huh.    The child was lost in    thought, every letter    running through their    tiny head. Honestly,    this might take a while,    and it may have been a    bad idea. How else were    they going to find out, though?    “An... H?     G?”

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I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU GUYS SO MESSAGE ME YOUR NAME AND SOMETHING ABOUT YOU

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im sorry i wasnt on at all yesterday it was a. bad day

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✋ Perhaps it was unethical. It wasn’t even for science. Doubtful thoughts plagued his mind even as he moved to do as told to do–to lead the way, noting vaguely the tighter hold the child had taken.  ✋ It would probably be easy, since they were blind. Lead them to the edge. Lead them off the edge. Introduce them to The Core. Acquire a fallen friend that wasn’t wary of his existence. ✋ … But they weren’t oblivious, were they? They’d shown that they had a good head on their shoulders–they’d probably figure it out, either before or after. Then they’d probably hate him, and he’d be stuck with that for all of eternity. What a dilemma– ✋ –maybe he`d just take the child to get some Nice Cream, instead.

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   Frisk had millions of questions,    but what do you ask a person    who you can’t understand    at all? The only way they could    talk to the other was with simple    yes or no questions, and that only    answered half of their questions.    Well, it was better than nothing.    “What if I... guess your name?     Does it start with...     a T?”

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   im awake and i made a human    mettaton blog at like 4 am    does anyone want a link to it

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i was sleeping but my friend woke me up so now im here and making bad decisions

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✋ During the pause he merely… Waited. Not moving even a nano-meter, at least not until they pulled on his hand. They understood. Perhaps this was the beginning of a breakthrough in developing a method of communication– ✋ –though it didn’t work very well for questions whose answer couldn’t be a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ ✋ … Rather than immediately tapping any form of response, Gaster considered a stray thought: this child wasn’t terrible company. Wouldn’t it be nice if they could tap out conversations for the rest of eternity? This one probably had nice stories to tell, once there was a way to tell them… ✋ Selfish as it was. Three more taps finally came–yes. He did want something, and he lightly pulled back on the hand still in his; he wanted the child to follow him.

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   Another three taps- does that mean    they were right? Oh, this was hard.    A tug on the hand was easy to understand,    though. That meant they wanted to go somewhere,    right? Or they just wanted to stop holding hands.    Because of this thought, Frisk held on tighter,    not wanting to let go.    “Do you... want to go somewhere?     lead the way, please.”

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   everyone look at this icon i probs wont use ever

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✋ It truly felt like they had a formidably hard skull. ✋ … But that was besides all the points. Now that that curiosity had been sated, he let up on the tap-tap-tapping for a few beats spanning that of an average heart. And then, in response to their line of questioning, he tapped again; three times. ✋ It wasn’t so much any form of code as it was the number of letters in the answer he would have otherwise given: yes.

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   The other tapped three times    on their head, which had to mean something.    What it meant, however, the child didn’t know.    At first, at least.    It took a minute or two, until they gasped silently    and suddenly, pulling at the one hand they still held.    “Does that mean yes?     What do you want?”

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   i thoughtd be cool to be home alone    but all ive done is taken 2 naps today    and now i feel dead inside

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  Asriel could help but reciprocate the smile, albeit timidly at first it grew.    It has, after all, been some time since He’s actually made anyone smile.   “Ahh, no problem!  I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

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   “I’m not uncomfortable!     It’s just....     scary talking to someone     and you can’t see where they are.”    The child moved their hands from the    other’s shoulders down to their own    paws, holding them gently in their hands.    “There.     Now I won’t lose you.”

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✋ Times like these–he should’ve spent some time learning common lettering. Oh, well. Hindsight. And he had plenty of time to do so if he ever decided to, but future possibilities had no impact upon the present. The child had caught on; the hand he used to trace with rose to give them a congratulatory pat on the head for that and their extended conclusions. ✋Granted, he paused before bequeathing such a gesture upon their noggin and his intent changed from mere patting to lightly tapping the child’s cranium. ✋ There was a puzzle to solve before any congratulations could be met out. And he might have been slightly curious about whether or not their skull was as soft as their hand.

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   Patting! How kind of them.    Frisk gladly accepted this and smiled,    but soon the patting turned into the     other simply tapping them on the head,    and the young one grew confused.    Did they want something? Oh, gosh.    It’s so hard to communicate with a mute    person when blind.    “What are you doing?     Do you want something?”

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✋ How peculiar–by their query, they had noted him to be a stranger. Yet, physical evidence of his presence had calmed them down. Perhaps it counted as a friendly gesture–how long had it been since he’d fallen? Social norms might have changed a great deal, and… ✋ … Speaking of gestures, he had to take a moment to come up with a means to respond to that question of theirs. Rather than taking the child’s secondary hand, Gaster moved to trace letters in its palm instead, to spell out his name. ✋ Though he was doubtful, even if they kept their hand still, that they’d understand the strange alphabet he used… Would they get the implication? Time would tell.

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   Frisk felt the other run a finger    over their palm, and they stood    as still as possible in order to understand    what they were trying to say. It was hard    to tell what they meant, though. Was this    person even tracing actual letters on    their hand? The child dropped their hand    back to their side, thinking of what to say.    “I’m... sorry, I don’t know what you mean.     You can’t talk, can you? That’s okay.     I can’t see.     We’re kinda similar.”

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✋ He could feel when he’d been spotted and he definitely could not be seen by this person. This child was blind: confirmed. This child was not a monster: more or less confirmed. This child was anxious: it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. As if the jump hadn’t told volumes in and of itself. ✋ And rather–mmm, trusting, weren’t they?–that someone in the room hadn’t the means to merely separate their arm from their body, or some other gruesome and unwarranted thing?  ✋ A hand materialized to take theirs once it was held out flat once more; a tentative, and perhaps deceptively gentle outreach. He felt daring since he could come and go at will for their lack of sight, and… He couldn’t help but be curious to see what they’d do, or what they’d say, to a tactile response. 

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   They were much more calmer now,    squeezing softly at the hand they held.    The child was not shaking and their    frown was now replaced with a small smile    as they shook the hand of the other. Yet,    after this, they did not let go, and instead     continued to hold the hand happily for comfort.    “Hello. Who are you?”    Now the young one held out their other hand,    doing the same action as before to indicate    they wanted the other hand.

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✋ No reaction to the nubby limb waving in front of their face; this child was obviously lacking the sense of sight… If they weren’t pretending. Which… Even if, well–it was actually kind of a relief, at least, at first–

✋ –and then they asked a question and he wanted to respond, albeit on instinct, but he was deficient in certain things, too. Namely the ability to speak. One could blame the Core for that, maybe, but that wasn’t really applicable to the situation at hand, was it? The scientist within him could easily think of a variety of ways with which to communicate with the blind, of course–but could this child understand Morse code? …

✋ Perhaps it would be best to start off simple. He couldn’t be observed, so surely there wouldn’t be any harm in reaching out to tap their shoulder–from behind, in effort to let them know that no, they weren’t alone. Technically speaking, of course.

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   Feeling a tap on the shoulder,    the child jumped in surprise,    obviously not expecting this.    Was someone simply watching    them walk aimlessly around the room    in confusion? Oh, how embarrassing.    They turned around nervously,    an arm reaching out and hand open wide,    looking for something to touch or hold    as they nervously spoke.    “... Hello?”    The expression on their face    gave away how scared they were,    yet they kept their shaking arm out,    forming their hand into a fist and then     holding it out flat again, signaling how they    wanted something. Specifically,    a hand to hold or shake.

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✋There was something watching them the moment they entered into the unknown room; a pair of curious eyes wondering why their owner hadn’t been spotted right off the bat. After all, he wasn’t very inconspicuous, was he? ✋ … Regardless, he watched this Mystery Person walk about, hand to the wall. They were either oblivious… Or… Blind? He wasn’t one-hundred percent certain, but he hadn’t thus far been fixated within the realm of reality, so he had room wherein to experiment. ✋And that was how one void-bound being found himself waving his handless nub in front of a child’s face, keeping with their pace as they ventured about the bland square of a room. A little experimentation never hurt anyone–except for the guinea pig… And he was certain that that wasn’t him. 

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   The child didn’t know if they were walking in circles,    or if this room was just very large. Although, soon enough    they were back to the door they left open, and their hand    passed over nothing but empty air. The child assumed    this was the door they came out of, and now turned to    walk to the middle of the room, arms outstretched with    hands grasping for anything in reach. During this, they    spoke loudly, listening to their voice echo slightly throughout    the room.    “Hello?     .... Am I alone?”