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SO TAGS AND NOTIFICATIONS AND EVERYTHING AN THIS BLOG WON’T WORK FOR ANYONE! as such i’m remaking it! the URL is still the same, and i’ll have it looking nice before spring break is over! if you like my Frisk/Chara, follow me back!
asks and such will stay open here until i get things fully completely taken care of
SO TAGS AND NOTIFICATIONS AND EVERYTHING AN THIS BLOG WON’T WORK FOR ANYONE! as such i’m remaking it! the URL is still the same, and i’ll have it looking nice before spring break is over! if you like my Frisk/Chara, follow me back!
asks and such will stay open here until i get things fully completely taken care of
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The tiny child stares up at the other with an extremely nervous expression, but they still manage a wave, trying to not flee in the other direction.
They were a little nervous about meeting strangers at the moment, but long as this human was kind then surely there would be nothing to worry about!
Red almost didnn’t see the other, had it not been for Chara calling out she may have stepped on teh small human. luckily, she managed to spot the small figure and was crouched down, smiling. her voice was quiet, as to not scare the small human. “Hey, you need a hand? i’d think it’d be a bit scary amongst all the bugs on the ground.”
"This can’t be real!" ((@littleredsoul. casually just throws the human child into this situation- even though they've never met Fi before))
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“Unfortunately it is,” Fi said, glancing around their little cell to try to locate any weak points.
“No, you don’t understand. This can’t be happening it’s never-“ she cut herself off, looking aside. They changed topics swiftly. “What would a motive be?” The kid stood up, heading to the door. They listened for the sound of electricity before going to try and touch the lock. Something hung around her, a humanoid glimmer. The phantom was attached to this kid’s soul, and was being silent. The similarities in appearance were obvious, even for the not-clear image of whoever it was. Frisk fiddled with the lock some, with more than just a curious testing- there was knowledge behind her fingers. But there was no success as she stepped back. The glimmer moved from floating behind the human child to around the lock- going through the bars. Whatever it was, it seemed to be examining the lock as well. “There’s no use in that…” whether the kid was talking to the glimmer or Fi was impossible to tell. Instead, she faced Fi a tentative smile on her face, even if the eyes betrayed her worry. “I’m Frisk, by the way. You? We’ll need to be able to communicate easily if we are to escape.” Something seemed to catch the kid’s eye, as she took a few steps towards a wall and examined something.
[The idea of Escaping with a new friend fills you with DETERMINATION]
whatever it was didn’t hold her interest for long, as she was back to facing Fi.
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Petals certainly didn’t seem to show much reaction when it was revealed that it was indeed another Frisk, though their head did tilt a little lower in a more serious manner. Their demeanor was still friendly however, they were just listening more carefully to what this other them had to say.
When the inevitable topic of Chara came up, the older human did appear to slouch the slightest bit, looking more saddened than before.
“...I haven’t been able to help them much. Mainly because they won’t let me.”
Despite having come to terms with the fact that there wouldn’t be any more RESETS from Frisk, the spectral child was still incredibly cross and stubborn, angry as ever...no matter what they tried to say.
“It’s hard to help someone who doesn’t want to be saved. Or...see themself as worth saving.” Petals mumbled as they gazed down at their tea, swirling it around a bit with a sigh. “But...as long as you stay open and honest with Sans about what you’re doing, that should help. He won’t have to follow you around as much if you tell him ahead of time what you’re doing, and don’t lie to him.”
That part sounded like it had been learned from experience, which unfortunately it was. They’d had a similar problem with their own Sans, though he wasn’t ever outright mean or biting to them. He would still hawk-eye them whenever he was suspicious about something, so when they were young Petals just resorted to giving him an update on how their day had gone, what they’d done, and what they planned on doing the next day, all in the form of casual conversation.
“It’ll help build that trust with him, but its...going to take a while, if the Sans you know is anything like mine.” It had taken years...
The Mention of Sans caused the kid to flinch slightly, and look sidewise. she sipped on her cocoa some before shaking her head. “I’d love to be able to do that. we’d... both like that. but it’s not fully my... control. Chara says she doesn’t want to either, but if it weren’t for the tears I've seen it’d be hard to believe. I-... i don’t know how to explain. when it’s just me, everything seems fine. But if control transfers between us, without an agreement, things go haywire. and i can feel neither of us want that!” uh-oh it looked like Red was upset now.
“It may be best if I explain. you understand even less than I do, because you can’t feel the strings on your wrists. May i?” the words from the phantom were slow, collected. this topic always made Chara slow down it seemed. either that, or strike...
Red shook her head slightly, not ready to do that without asking if Petals would be okay with it. “I guess i’m not explaining right. it sounds like you have troubles with your Chara, but... mine’s trying. and she’d like to try and explain what she feels is happening, apparently.”
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A slow xylophone sounds, as a thin melody flows in behind, supporting increasingly the baritone and harmonic notes that are sounding.
Flowers grow and flowers die
but it is both of us who will raise
grow wings, my future king,
Thus you are the angel, that they need.
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I don’t mind not getting a happy ending if it means ——————–
you get yours.
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They couldn’t say they were surprised when they heard that this child’s name was Frisk was well, especially when they knew about Asgore’s golden flower tea and when they’d heard the voice speak up again. They couldn’t make out what was being said distinctly, but the muffled tone of the voice still sounded familiar still, and the adult closed their eyes as they contemplated this. They took a sip of their tea first before answer, coming to a decision.
“You can call me Petals. I’m actually an ambassador for the monsters in this city, and I act as their representative in the city council for the moment.” They explained with a gentle smile. That should answer the question that yes, they do like the monsters. And were willing to give their life to make sure that they were given a chance to live among the humans peacefully, despite the past disputes and harmful stereotypes there were lingering around monster kind.
“Its nice to find humans that care for monsters, it gives me hope that they’ll have a bright future alongside us. That’s always been something I’ve wanted to give them, ever since I was a child.” At this statement the adult’s smile widens in a knowing manner and they give a little wink to the child across from them. Finding kindly Frisks was always a good thing to see as well, it meant their timeline would hopefully be quite happy after everything.
“So that means... one of us has tripped into the other’s timeline, huh?” Frisk was also ambassador, and that meant that one of theme was a duplicate. “Well, then I guess your real name must be Frisk as well so uh... you can call me Red.” She sipped on her hot-cocoa, thinking for a moment.
“You’ve been on the surface for awhile, seeing as you’re an adult now... so far, there’s been very few issues with with us but...” her voice trailed off, and the child contented herself with her drink for a moment.
“I’m sorry Frisk. We’re doing our best, though. it’s been a year now, hasn’t it? come on, you can’t just leave them hanging like that.” Chara tried to motivate the other to not drop off into silence, but it didn’t work. “Maybe you could ask about their me?”
That was an idea! “Hey uh... were you ever able to save Chara? I’m... still trying on my end... but because of that, i think Sans is always watching me, haha...”
Playfight
There was no way to peel the human from him, their legs were so firmly wrapped around him. Well, the Great Papyrus couldn’t be beaten so easily, even while he was distracted by futilely trying to wiggle away from the tickling fingers.
He wrapped his arms around her, his grip tight in an attempt to hamper her movements. Anddown they go. He flopped onto the ground, rolling about to try and get her to release him. His fingers poked into her sides in a (very clever) counter-attack.
“THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEVER SURRENDERS!”
Frisk squealed, laughing as she was brought to the ground. “Well, one of us has too! And it’s not going to be me, because the thought of making you yield fills me with DETERMINATION!” dorks. look at these cute dorks. Frisk wasn’t relenting, but they weren’t having much luck moving their arms in this position. so, she shifted tactics.
“If i can’t get past the armor, i guess i’ll just have to be rid of it!” the kid tried to reach for the scarf, tried to yank it down and...success. her fingers curled around the cloth, but there was a pause.
just yanking may just make it tighten up they didn’t want to do anything that might actually hurt their friend... so they froze for a second, just gripping the edge of his scarf, looking mildly complexed.
Playfight
((continued from here @alittleflowertoldme ))
He let out a yelp at the small weight against his side. The human! Surprise quickly gave way to delight as he moved to return the hug. Silly. If they wanted a hug they could just–
His thoughts abruptly derail as tiny fingers scritch over his bones. His expression twists, and instead of hugging his friend he’s twisting, trying to get away.
“OH! OH MY GOD, HUMAN, STOP!! THAT TICKLES!”
Such trickery! He couldn’t believe this!
“Not until i win!” she was laughing, being relentless. when did Frisk get so strong? “You have to surrender- or else the tickles won’t end! or will you fight back?”
“You’re such an idiot.” Even Chara was snickering slightly though.
Frisk used their legs to wrap around him so that they couldn’t be dislodged, and there’s a face of determination as they continue tickling him. “Surrender or be tickled!”
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