#kindhcxrtcd

[themuselibrxry-blog]

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  “Hey, kid? Are you lost?”

  Schism pauses in his walk home, staring at the little girl who appears to just be... by herself. In the middle of the small city. Where were her parents?

[tearsdivine-blog]

“ You can, but you can’t shake off the fact that they were on there and they infested it with ANT GERMS– Plus, you may not even get them all off !! “

           ' Well ------ I wouldn't take a pizza if it           was covered in ants ! I'd let the ants           have it ! I-I don't wanna take the ants'           food & make them sad ! '

          ' I could just find a different sidewalk           pizza with no ants on it ! '

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[themuselibrxry-blog]

  “-- So I am VERY late to the party, and I have no idea who you all are--”

  “-- But I have to say, while sidewalk and pineapple pizza is respectable--”

  “Anchovy pizza is the best.”

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[tearsdivine-blog]

          He may or may not have eaten pizza off the floor before.

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[divisiionary-blog]

(kindhcxrtcd) Leslie casually walks up to schism and hugs his legs. she'd hug him normally but she's too short.

  Schism gasps, jerking to a sudden stop. He turns, looking down at the child, bewildered at how she had gotten into his lab. The need to demand how slowly slips away, however, into the warmth of her embrace.

  Broken antennae droop in submission, and he wrenches himself free only to kneel down to her height and return the hug. He snivels quietly in a valiant attempt to not cry in front of a young child.

  “… Thank you.”

[divisiionary-blog]

(kindhcxrtcd) Leslie promptly picks up the voodoo doll and gives it a nice tight hug

  Schism jerks a bit at the sudden restrictive feeling, but slowly relaxes again. It seems he doesn’t really know how to handle the situation, to the point where he has submitted to it.

  He lounges drowsily in his computer chair, relishing in this sudden cozy feeling…

[themuselibrxry-blog]

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  The flower squints from his hiding place, just behind a bush. He HATES Snowdin-- it’s far too cold, and how does snow even form so far underground?! It made no sense. Flowey hopes this human will move on soon. He has a plan to enact, and this little tot is moving too slow.

  He wonders if she’ll be capable of what he needs her to do. If he wants the other six SOULs, he needs to kill her himself. Easy enough. He’s got enough LOVE to do that. And, thankfully, this time there won’t be any ANNOYING GOATS to stop him from doing whatever he pleases to this girl.

  By the time he returns from his thoughts, it seems he’s lost track of the girl. Oh, where did she go? Did she enter a building...? He peers around the bush, attempting to see her.