[Once upon a time, there was a scientist who had the entire world at his fingertips.
And then he didn't. And then he didn't, and the world he'd so strongly grasped onto, shaped and drove himself into because things could always be better, if you just try slipped past him, a little. Behind him. Above.
It circled round and round until he couldn't care, anymore. Not because he didn't, but because he couldn't.
And they know.
They know that right now, there's plugs in his SOUL. A fix that fills in a lot of the cracks, barely discernible past the feeling of running your fingers across something smooth, and feeling a dip. It's - metaphorical, or maybe it's not at all, really; the parts of them that aren't okay, that stuck together like gum and gave the illusion of being someone else. Someone a little better. Who they could've been.
He knows, and they know- it's not really real, is it? This feeling, this calm. The idea that there's nothing to be scared of in the world, that there's no threats. That they are always truly this okay with each other, this trusting. This loving.
This is just- a taste, really. A what if that outside of this moment, they'll probably think about. Wonder if that's ever really been them, if it ever could be. If they've already missed their chance. And it's
Okay. It's okay.
Because they both know. They know this is a what if, they know it isn't real. And the one thing Frisk knows, here and now, that's going to keep on in the future?
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And then he didn't. And then he didn't, and the world he'd so strongly grasped onto, shaped and drove himself into because things could always be better, if you just try slipped past him, a little. Behind him. Above.
It circled round and round until he couldn't care, anymore. Not because he didn't, but because he couldn't.
And they know.
They know that right now, there's plugs in his SOUL. A fix that fills in a lot of the cracks, barely discernible past the feeling of running your fingers across something smooth, and feeling a dip. It's - metaphorical, or maybe it's not at all, really; the parts of them that aren't okay, that stuck together like gum and gave the illusion of being someone else. Someone a little better. Who they could've been.
He knows, and they know- it's not really real, is it? This feeling, this calm. The idea that there's nothing to be scared of in the world, that there's no threats. That they are always truly this okay with each other, this trusting. This loving.
This is just- a taste, really. A what if that outside of this moment, they'll probably think about. Wonder if that's ever really been them, if it ever could be. If they've already missed their chance. And it's
It's okay.
Because they both know. They know this is a what if, they know it isn't real. And the one thing Frisk knows, here and now, that's going to keep on in the future?
Is that it's okay.
They're not stuck in that what if alone.]