#goatiisms

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@goatiisms

❝ can----oh my god i can’t believe i’m doing this----can you teach me how to make... pie? ❞

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@goatiisms liked for a starter.

       I’m happy for you . . for everyone else . .                                                    But Frisk . . .                                                                                      Why didn’t you help me?                                                                                            Do you HATE me?

     Crimson stained hands clawed at their throat, painting their rosy cheeks with the blood of another. Except for the golden flowers that they had trod on so peacefully before, their surroundings were static, blurred, and hard to make out. What were they to say? How could they justify their failure?

       Help me . . help me !! Why are you just standing there !? HELP ME !

    No matter what they tried, the child couldn’t keep him from withering away, his skin turned to dust and whisked away by the sudden winds. Still, his screams didn’t vanquish, painfully reminding Frisk again and again. Help me! Help me!

          ❝   Asriel !!!!  ❞

   Their unearthly cry ripped him away, shoving him back to the deep, deep depths of their mind. Sitting bolt upright, Frisk had finally regained enough courage to open their eyes and glance around, where their room had laid untouched and not a golden flower was in sight. 

      Against their wishes, tears broke their bank and flooded down their cheeks, landing in their open palms.    ❝   It was just a dream . . . just a dream . . .   ❞   they repeated, trying to console themselves. They’d only feel even more guilty if they woke up Toriel. 

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goatiisms came forth.

* Chara was a bit of a troublemaker; that wasn’t exactly a secret.    They also tended to beat down their feelings a lot. And shut    people out. This was mostly due to the mistreatment they’d    suffered before coming into the Underground; and now that    they were safe, of course they were slowly coming out of their    shell and getting better with their behavior.

* It was early in the morning when they tiptoed out of their room,    being careful not to wake Asriel and quietly making their way    down to where they knew Toriel liked to read before they or     their adopted sibling woke up. Chara had been living here over     a year now, after all.

                   “Mom?”

* Their voice was meek, shy even.

                   “I’m not feeling well.”