The Ruins begin quite pleasant, silence and walking dust among a splash of gold and green. The purple walls and purple floors and high, high ceilings do not intimidate them.

They are the stick-wielder; the bandage-wearer; the smile after a frown. Frisk prides themself on this, their can-too, will-do attitude. And while they do, indeed, stride among tangled wreaths of crisp yellow and patter across the purple path for a good while with great bravery for such a young child, they are not invincible.

The first bullet hits hardest.


a/n so i just finished Undertale and wOW do i have a lot of things to write but i don't know when/if i'm going to upload whatever i write on it, so. have a garbage can of musings /falls over