* You (& @asterxles) encountered @skellipuns.
[ ⚔ fight ] [ ♡ act ] [ ❦ item ] [ ✗ mercy ]
Even though the sweet smell of freshly-baked goods appeared to have
woven itself in and amongst Frisk’s hair and clothes, the child’s heart
was tethered to an anchor of regret. Unable to dismiss the look of hurt
and disappointment that had storm-clouded Toriel’s gentle features from
their mind, they glanced backwards over their shoulder.
“Home”. Somewhere safe and warm with someone safe and warm.
The place Frisk had promised never return to.
Dragging their reluctant gaze away from the darkness of the corridor,
they pressed on. The air became increasingly chill and Frisk huddled
into their thick sweater, tucking their chin and mouth inside the collar
and watching their breath stream from their nostrils as two plumes of
white fog. Toriel had not warned them of what was ahead – and their
mysterious guardian had disappeared the moment Home had come
into view – so they did not know what to expect.
But a winter wonderland was certainly not it.
Snow crunched beneath Frisk’s brown boots as they emerged into a white-
dusted forest. So great was their mesmerisation of their new surroundings
that they barely noticed the cold anymore; the urge to frolic in the shallow
drifts rose with every step.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad, out in the Underground.