Sweet. Sickly sweet. This smell is overwhelmingly sweet.
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Where am I? I can feel a soft blanket of ... something ... underneath me.
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Why can't I see?
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...
Oh. Eye lids, those are a thing. How about opening them? Nah? Alright, I'll rest a little longer.
…?
Who is that? It sounds like a child. Why are they crying? Are they hurt?
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Let's see if I can wake up…
NOW!
No? Let me up, NOW!
They awoke in a gasp of breath, startling the child crying before them.
Groaning, they placed a hand on their head before resting it gently in the patch of golden flowers surrounding the two.
The child watched silently as they cracked open an eye and carefully swiveled their head around, taking in the surrounding area. Gaze resting on the child's small figure, their body visibly relaxed as they spoke in wonder.
"Were you the one crying just now?" Seeing the child nod in response, the taller pressed. "Why?'
"... You." a small whisper reached their ears. "You looked so broken lying there. I thought you were dead."
They looked at the sniffling child in wonderment.
"You were crying for a stranger?"
Another nod was sent their way, and they smiled. "Why be strangers? If you cried for my sake, I must know your name."
There was a pause of silence before the child spoke. "Frisk... Call me Frisk!"
The person's expression flickered into a look of horror so quick, the child didn't notice.
"I'm, uh, Reyal P. You can just call me Reya, though!" Frisk nodded. "You don't like to talk much, do you?"
Frisk nodded again, so Reya continued. "Anywho! Wipe your tears away, young Frisk! For I will accompany you on the grand adventure I can sense we will take!"
Frisk clapped happily, the only evidence that they had been crying only moments ago were the tear stains drying on their cheeks. They laughed as Reya scooped them up on their shoulders. Imitating an airplane, Reya stretched their arms out and ran out of the flowery, golden light-filled cave, and into the darkness.