IncorParental
Honey Blossom was a very old ghost.
Not that most other ghost monsters weren’t, but she was older than even Napstablook, Hapstablook and the Dummy Twins, as she called them. She was a very old ghost, and throughout the centuries, there wasn’t a lot for an older, less modern and feistier ghost to really do. Unlike the other ghosts, she didn’t have much in way of family, and her passions were just a little too traditional, borderline ancient, for anyone to really get into with her.
These days, she tended to just watch the rest of the underground go by without her. She sometimes swung by that new bar in Snowdin or the resort in New Home, but overall, her existence was incredibly dull; borderline wasteful. She used to visit the King and Queen to have tea and play with the children, but... for obvious reasons, her visits had become much more sparse as of late.
It was one of those times where she longed for the days of war, when she at least had something worthwhile to do (even if it wasn’t what she wanted to do back then). Morbid as it was, New Home’s peace came across as dull to the ex-medic, especially when she had nothing worthwhile in her life to occupy her time and attention.
She probably should’ve started making a life for herself and start adapting but... she couldn’t think how she’d do that, and it wasn’t like there was anything really pushing her at the moment.