May 26, 2020
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“...SUP KID. YEH KNOW IT’S DANGEROUS TO BE JUST WALKING AROUND RIGHT?”
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“...SUP KID. YEH KNOW IT’S DANGEROUS TO BE JUST WALKING AROUND RIGHT?”
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Isis watched the younger one before her, one arm crossed over her chest and the other resting her elbow on it, poised with her index finger tapping her chin lightly.
“Are you lost, little one?” the female asked, curiosity and concern coloring her features. It wasn’t every day that a child stumbled upon her front lawn, much less while she was outside soaking up the sun. Her home was very out-of-the-way, so it was rather unlikely that those who come upon her home meant to do so. She certainly didn’t expect a child of all people to have come across her lovely abode, and she was quite worried that they might have lost their way.
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“...you are a human..”
The tall skeleton states matter of factly not like the many other monsters who seemed to be unknown as to what a human actually looked like, This one knew, Gaster felt sorrow. Sorrow for this child in knowing nothing good would fall upon them, Even if they made it all the way to asgore, They would be killed for their soul...he wondered which color this one shown.
“...”
no, perhaps this was against the laws the king had currently set, but he waved the human to follow. His quick steps taking him back to the lab.
“Follow, sentries will be patrolling this area shortly.”
Dear Diary
Entry #1. | Accepting!
*You open the book. *It’s a hardcover, the purple journal old but worn with care. *In semi-cursive handwriting on the front, you see the name ‘Lillian’, followed by something scratched out and replaced with ‘Kennedy’.
*You stumble upon her first entry in the diary.
October 14th 2003.
Hi! Mom gave me this for my birthday today, I’m ten! She said that it’s not much and she wanted to give me more, but I said that it’s okay. We can’t get much because Dad has to use a lot of the money he gets for something, probably that rent thing he and mom were talking about.
They’re talking about money stuff again downstairs-I wanna go look, but I got in a lot of trouble last time ‘cause I got caught. Dad was really mad. :(
Don’t think I’m gonna get caught this time, though, because I can be quiet! I’ll write more tomorrow, because I’m gonna go to bed after I look. I’m kinda sleepy.
-Lillian
“You remind me of me, kinda.”
“...Why are people fighting a baby.”
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Daycare was usually a fun place for little children, this particular one included. Lily often played with her own little knit doll, a present from her mother for her first birthday.
Like most days, the toddler was off in a corner playing with her doll; she generally avoided other children, the reason still unknown-but as the child spotted another girl, holding a cookie, she decided it was worth talking to someone else to claim the little prize of those sweet, sweet chocolate chips.
Standing up and stumbling over, Lily tilts her head, eyes traveling from the cookie to the girl, almost expectant. Even so, she wasn’t rude-so then came the wave and little smile. “Hi,” She says quietly.
en guarde!! / @calledfcrhelp
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