[It's too good to be true. Frisk is almost certain that it isn't true- that it's a ruse, a trick, something to catch them off-guard, before it's ripped away forever- they just choose to ignore that.
Because the sun, the sun, real or not, soaks into their sweater and leaves them warm, almost too much so, and they have to stand there and look at it as their eyes water against the harsh glare, and the air is so, so sweet, and they've never been to the beach, never seen it beyond pictures on the television and old, old movies, but it's wonderful. They could spend forever there.
And so that's where they can be found, for the duration of the first few days. Exploring the shore, making sandcastles and collecting seashells. Following a little crab across the sand with the smallest of smiles on their face, racing towards the ocean- then racing back, before the waves can catch their feet.
It's a really good time.]
ii. Back safe eventually
There's very few things necessary for true contentment. Good company is optional, and nice when it happens- but still optional. So are laughs, when you get right down to it. But food? Food is the number one necessity.
The stores by the shore are full of all sorts of things; many of which Frisk is actually capable of recognizing. Sweets, fruits and vegetables, fresh meat and poultry; steering a shopping cart through the streets, it's obvious that Frisk has felt no hesitation in helping themself. Most of what they've collected isn't going to last very long, but that just means their roommates can enjoy a feast for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Every so often, the child takes a break in pushing their load, fingers sneaking into a plastic bag to pop a grape into their mouth.
There might not be any left by the time they get back to their apartment. That's okay.
Frisk | ota
[It's too good to be true. Frisk is almost certain that it isn't true- that it's a ruse, a trick, something to catch them off-guard, before it's ripped away forever- they just choose to ignore that.
Because the sun, the sun, real or not, soaks into their sweater and leaves them warm, almost too much so, and they have to stand there and look at it as their eyes water against the harsh glare, and the air is so, so sweet, and they've never been to the beach, never seen it beyond pictures on the television and old, old movies, but it's wonderful. They could spend forever there.
And so that's where they can be found, for the duration of the first few days. Exploring the shore, making sandcastles and collecting seashells. Following a little crab across the sand with the smallest of smiles on their face, racing towards the ocean- then racing back, before the waves can catch their feet.
It's a really good time.]
ii. Back safe eventually
There's very few things necessary for true contentment. Good company is optional, and nice when it happens- but still optional. So are laughs, when you get right down to it. But food? Food is the number one necessity.
The stores by the shore are full of all sorts of things; many of which Frisk is actually capable of recognizing. Sweets, fruits and vegetables, fresh meat and poultry; steering a shopping cart through the streets, it's obvious that Frisk has felt no hesitation in helping themself. Most of what they've collected isn't going to last very long, but that just means their roommates can enjoy a feast for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Every so often, the child takes a break in pushing their load, fingers sneaking into a plastic bag to pop a grape into their mouth.
There might not be any left by the time they get back to their apartment. That's okay.
They'll just get more.