deadly-devotion ;
* The child smiles and happily shakes the extended hand.
“Hrmmm….”
“…Yeah. Words are just sound. But they have power. They can make people sad.”
“They can… confuse. Awe. Intrigue. And a whole lot of other different things.”
“They can make people feel what they don’t wanna feel - and to purposefully say words that do that make those words mean.”
“Some words just tend to be meaner than others.”
“Soooo….”
* Frisk rocked on the heels of his feet before shrugging.
*The stranger tilts their head to the side whilst gently shaking the child’s hand. Their grip is gentle, loose and ice cold to the touch.
*Once the child releases their hand, they proceed to stare at their open palm for a few seconds, before bringing it back to rest on their hip.
“But, Frisk, are they a command then? A command to feel something you don’t want to feel? I am feeling very confused...”
*There’s a moment of silence and their hazel gaze drifts away to the side a little bit before falling back on Frisk, this time slightly worried.
“...Are you being mean to me right now?”
