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text, 8/20

[skelebro]

hey, frisk.

[Look who's done his name research! Not really, though.

He doesn't bother with introductions. No one else uses this specific font, huh?]

figured i'd check in, see how you're settling.
also had a couple questions.
one question, actually.

[save_theworld]

[...Yeah, look who has. There's a pause between when the message is sent and a response cultivated- it starts and ends with a name.]

Hi Sans
I'm okay; I have a room now. My roommate is okay too.
Ask me anything.

[Maybe they can ask one in turn, later.]

[skelebro]

your roommate?

[Ohhhhh boy.]

[save_theworld]

Yes.

[Was that the question? They had told him they knew someone they wanted to stay with.




They'd just avoid saying who, precisely.]

Is that your question?

something left outside their door on 11/24

[skelebro]

[He'll probably regret this. But hey, he already regrets most things he does. No real difference in pinning one more to the top of the list. And given how everything's been goin', the amount of danger these kids are both in on the regular -

Maybe they could use a little pick-me-up. Yeah?

So there's somethin' in a tupperware container outside the door to the place Frisk shares with Chara and Asriel. On the outside is a post-it note:]

* apostrophe-dog.
* it's short for hot-dog.
* heals 20 hp.
* maybe someday we can try to top 30 head-dogs, yeah?

[Does that joke even land? Do they remember? Hell if he knows.

Inside is a water sausage crammed in a bun, the whole mess slathered with ketchup. It's a spitting image of the ones he'd hawk to passers-by Underground - the ones he remembers stackin' up on their head, one after another. And just like the ones from home this 'dog is made of magic; it won't spoil, it'll always be hot, and it'll restore HP like any other healing item.

Maybe it won't mean much. Not while their LOVE is the way it is. He ain't really an optimistic guy. He's more or less a guy that gives 'em the nudge he thinks they'll need. So this is what this is, he's pretty sure. This is his nudge.

So maybe it'll lead to things goin' in a certain way. Better than before.

That's the HoPe.]

[save_theworld]

[They find it eventually.

Frisk hasn't been up for much, but... they can't let that stop them. They can never, ever, let that stop them. Chara isn't here, but they still get up every day. They get dressed. They have breakfast and they make enough for lunch that Asriel can't go hungry in their absence, and they leave. To clean, to wander, to- something. Stay determined. Stay determined. Stay determined stay determined stay-

The tip of their shoe hits the container and almost sends it skittering down the staircase. It takes Frisk a good while to react past the initial downward tilt of their head, looking at the post-it note and not taking the words in,

taking the words in.



A few minutes later, they're sneaking back into the apartment. Chara's room is- it feels like it's something out of bounds. The atmosphere past the wooden door is cold, unwelcoming, and despite an immediate sense that they need to backtrack, because they aren't welcome here, Frisk enters all the same.

And leaves the container, post-it note and all, on their bed.

When they come back, they're going to need it a lot more than Frisk does.]

action - probably 25-26?

[somuchlove]

[This has been, in less than eloquent terms, a really shitty week.

Chara's own recovery was slow, but it was mostly due to the fact that they didn't let themselves rest. If they rested they would think and nobody wanted that. The back of their knee was killing them and they were out of healing items so there was nothing that could be done about that, nor the rest of their injuries or Frisk's who was worse off. Chara wasn't sure if they were even eating.

Frisk's double and their words echoed in the air, not for the first time and they...well, Chara couldn't ignore this anymore. To said their armor was in pieces was an understatement. Reclaiming that was probably out of their reach for the time being.

....ahhah. Please don't think about this anymore. Saying that just made you think about whatever it is you're avoiding. But speaking of...

Chara had not gone into Frisk's room, aside from leaving food, as to give them their space. So they knock on the door and call out quietly.]

Frisk? Can I talk to you right now?

[About...something interesting. Something that might help them do something nice for everyone.]

rushes in late with starbucks

[save_theworld]

[All they can do right now is try to rest.

That doesn't make it an easy thing. They aren't so bad off that they can't hobble through the apartment when they really need to; there's no call for help, to get to the bathroom. To have a shower, even if they had to make those quick. Wouldn't matter if they were longer. Dust never comes off.

Wade... Wade is nice. He makes sure they eat, when he comes over. Chara makes sure they eat, too. They're not much for conversation, right now. Past that, it's sleep, or

Or think. Thinking is worse. Dreaming isn't pleasant. They keep themself busy where they can, and when Chara knocks, their blanket is littered with papers, covered in childish stars. Jokes.

They hide those under their pillow, before answering.]

Yeah. Come in.

[You're always free to talk, Partner.]

is it hot chocolate?

[somuchlove]

[After Wade got them home and they rested, Chara had taken a shower. Scrubbed at their skin until it was raw and stung and it wasn't enough. Never enough. Dust can't come off, just like flower seeds. It just clings to you.

But they do have to agree that Wade seemed nice. He didn't ask questions and simply acted. Not quite an exception to the rule that Frisk was when it came to humans, but a sliver sometimes was better than nothing at all.

Chara walks into the room, closing the door quietly behind them. They'll open it again if Frisk wants them too....but at the same time Chara doesn't think they will. The Fallen Child has the folder in one hand, although the photo belonging to it was elsewhere.

But they'll get to that later.]

I'm...how are you?

[They know the answer but it's the polite thing to ask. Maybe.]

yes uwu would u like sip?

[save_theworld]

[How are you, Chara asks. To get the ball rolling. They both know they aren't great; could be better. Could be a lot better, could be with the people they want to be with right now, except they aren't. It's hard to be with people who are dead.

They don't bother trying to smile. Chara won't mind.]

...Not okay. But I will be.

[They always are in the end, right?]

You?

[voice]

[circumitus]

[Shortly after this debacle, Rey sees fit to drop them a line because fuck anon and fuck the network:]

...You busy?

[voice]

[save_theworld]

[It does take them a little while to get back to her. Not out of any intent on avoiding other people though they're certainly arranging that but...

They're really tired.]

No. Are you okay?

[voice]

[circumitus]

Hard to say. How many people are actually okay?

[Not just here, but anywhere. It's a rare feat worthy of a fucking medal.

[But more to the point.] Do you really think all those things that you don't deserve?

[Yeah. It doesn't take a genius to figure all that "anon" shit out.]

[text] probably the 26th

[somuchlove]

[It doesn't matter the time or place Chara's at when they think this up. Well, to be honest they had this idea for awhile but now's probably the time to do it.

And no, it has nothing to do with being woken up with #dankmemes, so don't say anything. It's not payback. Not at all.]

I had a very good idea Frisk.

Please get back to me as soon as possible.

I think you'll like it.

[text]

[save_theworld]

[I had a very good idea Frisk.

Partner, you are doing them a frighten. Frisk's response is almost instantaneous due to it; the mingled hope that this is actually an idea they'll enjoy, and the half-formed expectation that they'll spend the rest of the day convincing Chara they can't cook their next meal in a barrel of gasoline.

...Really. Chara's lucky they love them so much.]

What's the idea?

[text]

[somuchlove]

[There's so much love in the air, they can't help it. They also can't help it if if their way of showing affection so happened to be pranking the hell out of a certain skeleton Chara may or may not like.

They're not completely sure where things stand with him and this could ironically be a callback to when Chara said that pranks were a sign of deep affection for someone during that shipping post.

But they can work that out later. Also they only suggested the barrel thing once.]

I would like to gift a certain skeleton a few bottles of ketchup.

One may so happen to be a bottle of the hottest hot sauce I could find.

Do you think he will like it?

[More importantly, can you read between the not-so-subtle lines Frisk?]

text; 29/3

[survivorsguilt]

[She worries. They're a tough kid, but she worries.

And honestly, she doesn't think it's out of line. Not when visions of a child who touts a stick as their favourite weapon being surrounded by monsters won't get out of her brain.]

hey frisk? i do nt o҉n̟̥͔̫̝̣̹͘t̶͓͖ ̟̗̝ͅk̖̹̬̻̭̮͝n̞̙͠o͔͡w͈̯͕̦̪̝ i̸̼̰̥̖͈̗͔̤f̷̞͉̲̰̹ ̢͍̝͎̘͔̫͢y̴̭̝̣̝̫͔̹̘̝o̤͍̦̮̝̰ṷ̻̯̤́'̧͓̦l̛̜͕͚͖̯͔̤l҉̩̣̙͈̪͠ g et t his but i wont fucking know unless i try, right?

i know you can take care of yourself but theres a lot of monsters around . please stay clo se t o o o s̨̛̻͔͖͍̞͕̲͖̙͖̩͈͎͙̺̮͍͎o͏̨͔͚̹̤͉͟͜m͓̹͙̰̕͡͞è̴̫̗̝̞͚̙͍͇̖͞o͏̸̤̝̼̦̯̺̯̹̥̭̺̯̣̺̬̱̳͜͞n̵̡͕̱̤̺ȩ̛҉̭̜̲̩̺͕̗͔̗͉̩ ̢̧͏̭̥͕͚̪̝̪̰̫͙̣̩w͡҉̛̬͚̥̳̙͍̯̦̣̳̩̯͞͠ͅh҉͈͕̣̗͇̩͔̜̤̳̰̞͈̱̞̦̺̙̦͢ó̹̭͖̱̯̰͠ ̷͙̯̤͕͓͚̗̰͎̥̲̞͟c̸͕̼͉͘͟͢͠a̴̩̮̲̰͉̖̙̩͍̲̝̝̲͓̹̖ǹ̷̨̨̜̞̭̣͚̟̠͔̱̰̯̬̯͎͍͈̮̭͙͘ h E lp o kay?? ? if you have to

just hide. i believe in you. we WILL fix this shit
͓̤̯͓

text

[save_theworld]

[Oh, Ellie.

They'd tried to text her too, at one point. More failed messages; everything at the moment seems to be failed messages. At least that one got through, even if it's not exactly perfect.

Their own message in turn is several hours late, and not exactly perfect, either.]

hey ellie I'm okay, me and Asriel are sticking together and one of Sans friends is helping too.

Ihope you're okay.

not here

[survivorsguilt]

[It's not perfect, but it's something. They're okay enough to text. They're... with a friend of Sans? Maybe? They're wishing her well.

She sighs in relief, and scrubs at her face. No crying today.]

text, 5/06

[skelebro]

[He made a little deal not too long ago. It took some time for him to have the, uh, requisite motivation to make good on what he never promised, but given the star-speckled ceiling, maybe this came along at the right time. Little pieces of the Underground seeping in, bit by bit. He had to arrange things carefully, and he ain't much of a gardener, but luckily the flowers themselves are fairly prolific on their own. Don't require much watering, or even sunlight to flourish, just as they didn't Underground. Naturally invasive species, maybe.

They're pretty enough that he's thinkin' people won't much mind

A small crop of them starts to take root in the orchard, blanketing the ground in golden sprigs. The air around them almost feels warmer by association.]

hey, kid.
you busy?
got something for ya out in the orchard.

text - time for Pain

[save_theworld]

[After last month's convoluted series of mishaps, maybe it's understandable that going back to normal in the wake of it doesn't feel normal. There's an empty room in the house that wasn't empty before; everyone is quieter for it. Or maybe it's just their imagination.

It takes a long time for this new version of how things are to feel anything close to normal. Maybe the fact that everything's been fairly quiet since is a good thing.

Though a little distraction here and there doesn't hurt.]

I'm not busy. Meet you there?

Hell Yea

[skelebro]

sure thing.

[He's already there, naturally, camped out beneath one of the trees. Brot is sniffing at the clumps of flowers curiously, occasionally pawing at a petal or two with a small, rust-brown paw.

It's almost easy to forget that there's doubtless more shit on the horizon, like this.]

5/10ish [audio]

[tongueamok]

[After chewing on Rey's advice for a bit, Carlisle finally puts in a call to his students... and yes, that includes the one he never meant to take.]

I know it has been some time, but if you would like to continue proper training in healing, I suppose I could accommodate you.

[Not exactly warm, but hey, it's a start.]

sorry for the wait, I've been on hella hiatus [audio]

[save_theworld]

[It's not exactly warm, but it still takes them by surprise. They stare down at their phone for a few minutes- but he's waiting on a reply.

They should do that.]

I'd like that. Um... me and Sans? Or-

No worries! I knew you were, but wanted to throw this post up anyway. \o/ [audio]

[tongueamok]

Yes, you and Sans, unless you'd prefer otherwise.

[Though he can't see why they would. The two of them are friends, aren't they?]