Do you believe in magic? -stine-thebookkeeper
Frisk tilts their head, bewildered. “Why wouldn’t I?” Magic is less of a concept, and more of an indisputable force in the world, like gravity.
They look up at Mr. Stine. “Do you?”
“Yes, I do. I can make my own magic. Would you like to see how?” He offered his hand to child, waiting form them to accept.
“Make magic?” Frisk was awed. Magic didn’t seem to be something that could be made, just something that existed. Monsters were born with it, and that was all there really was. Tentatively, they took Mr. Stine’s hand. “Are you a monster?” He didn’t look like one.
Stine smiled at the child. “No, I’m not a monster, but I can make them.”
Frisk thought about this for a few moments. “Do you make them in a lab?” From their experience, tampering with monsters was dangerous business. “What do you make them from? Are you their dad?” Frisk rocked back and forth slowly, more and more questions brewing. “Is it safe?”
