-static-
"Look Abe, I hate to be that guy. But this is crazy even for you," A lean-built man with short pinkish-white hair grumbled as he watched his co-worker's new son through the rearview mirror stick his head out of the window.
"What's crazy about it Doggie?" The long black haired man on the passenger side inquired pushing up his glasses. "You don't have faith in my parenting?"
"Not really, you're the last person I would of thought of to actually go through the process of adopting someone," The man nicknamed Doggie stated returning his eyes to the road. "Especially someone with his- eh- I'm going to call it uniqueness."
"Ino don't be judgy," Abe lightly scolded.
"I'm not trying to be judgy, you have to see what I'm talking about," Ino defended pointing out the fact the kid had his head out in the wind with his tongue out at that point. "That ain't normal."
"It ain't anything developmental therapy can't fix," Abe waved off Ino's concern.
"Hey Papa Ino where we going again?" The red-haired boy asked after the truck stopped at a light. Abe smirked as Ino gave him a glare.
"I'm still blaming you for that," Ino muttered quietly. He then refocused to Ed's inquiry. "We're going on a Task, something about a missing kid."
Ed's eyes widened. "Were they taken by the Goatman?"
Ino swallowed his knee-jerk reaction. Knowing that after 3 months of knowing his new god-son it was completely useless to explain to him that the Goatman wasn't real. Instead he shook his head and spoke with a deadpan expression. "We'll figure that out when we get there."
"Well, the orphanage we're going to is the same one the first child came from," Abe remarked enjoying the exasperated sigh from his best friend.
"It's been three months since you started that inane investigation. If you haven't found anymore evidence by now bothering the matrons about something that happened 150 years ago isn't going to help much," Ino explained. The treeline along the crowded road gave way to bustling market stalls, music, and people in festival clothes walking around.
"Did we miss a memo?" Ino asked looking around.
"Must be the beginning of the Summer's End festival," Abe theorized. "First Gear Shrine always start their events before everyone else."
"Well if we're looking for a kid we can always check here first," Ino mused. He briefly looked at Ed. The boy was not paying any attention to the conversations in the truck. Too mesmerized by the colors and smells of the festival proper.
"Doggie!" Abe yelled suddenly.
Ino faced forward only to see a small tuft of brown race in front of his truck. He cursed sharply slamming the brake down. The truck forcibly halted sending the two other occupants of the truck lunging forward. It took a few moments for the men to regain their composure.
"Ed! Are you alright?!" Abe asked in fear. Ed was upside down in his seat but was otherwise unharmed.
"Do I need a ticket to go again?" Ed asked with a smile.
Abe sighed in relief. Ino pulled the truck in park and threw open his door with a growl.
"What the hell are you doing?!"Ino roared in Japanese to the tuft trembling in front of the grill.
"I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry!" squeaked the tuft in fear, rapidly bowing based on the interpretation of the hair moving up and down.
"You damn right sorry! I could of sent you to the next town in pieces just now!" Ino then pointed the way the tuft was going before it could sputter out anything else. "Now get out of here!"
The kid raced out of the road as fast as their little legs could carry them. The blur of brown, blue, and purple stripes quickly disappeared into the crowd leaving Ino to voice the rest of his anger with a hard tap of his fist on the hood of the truck. He was back in the truck a minute later pinching his nose in frustration. After a few deep breaths he finally acknowledged credit were it was due. "Good looking out Old Man."
"I try," Abe answered. "Great reaction time Papa Ino."
Ino lowered his head as Abe and Ed lightly laughed. He now slightly regretted making himself Ed's caretaker in the event something happened to his partner-in-crime.
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Sans opened his eye-sockets in surprise as the kaleidoscope of images faded to the light glowing ambiance of his Waterfall-Hotland way-station. He made quick glances around at the light crowd of monsters making their evening commutes. A few moments later the static he heard faded as well leaving him in a slightly panicked state. It was the second time it happened. w-where is that coming from? who were those guys? He thought feeling the sweat gather on the back of his skull. He tried moving his fingers and looked down when he heard the light sound of cracking.
His finger-bones were dug deep into the hardened wood of his sentry station. And the cracking was the wood starting to give way when he pulled back.
i understand the use of a hands-on approach but this is ridiculous, he half-joked to himself. A cursory pull later and the chunk of wood gave way, freeing his hands at the cost of some of his counter. He wiggled his flanges and sighed in relief. He then finally wiped his skull with his sleeve then rose his eye lights back to the thinning crowd as a cheery melody began playing throughout the cavern. The monsters didn't acknowledge the sound as they continued their comings and goings. Sans however perked up a little bit. Because A: It was the end of his shift and B: it was Thursday.
Sans closed his eye-holes and commanded in his head.
bridge the gap: root station
Then with a tickle in his spine and a flash of blue in his eye, he walked away from the station deeper into Hotland. The molten heat instantly gave way to the bitter cold of Snowden Forest, and a woman's roar.
"Pioggia di Paura!"
Followed by a series of loud clanging sounds that echoed through the treeline. Sans called his ability again and stepped down the only path connected to his station. When he reappeared he saw a congregation of assorted clothed dogs and Papyrus, watching a figure in knight armor from a good distance away. The knight jabbed a conjured spear of blue light against a large elaborate door-like decoration carved in the cliff face. The decoration emitted a bright white light in rejection to the figure's magic. Along with a slight hissing sound that the woman in dark gray armor realized was coming more from the spear than the door itself. Sans noticed everyone in attendance looked tense as well, so he decided to hang back and not announce his presence just yet.
"Darn it! You won't beat me that easily!" The woman exclaimed while jumping back. She stabbed the spear into the snow by her feet. "Guanto di Spiedino!" The spear dissolved quickly into a circular horizontal disk then moved forward along the ground. Duplicating itself into multiple other disks as it went. The disks reached the door in an unorganized mass then the center of the circles morphed into spear heads that struck at the door in various angles. Taking the initiative the woman willed a glowing blue aura to coat the metal covering her fist. The glow started to turn to ice as the woman growled. "It's over!" The woman commanded moments later. She then leaped into the air, kicking up snow as she went. The uprooted snow swirled around her fist as she reeled it back. "Ice Shooter! Tier 4!" She swung her fist forward, causing a massive aura of blue and white to fly.
The aura struck the door with a sound of a gong and erupted into an ice crystal that grew rapidly over the wall of light. Only for the crystal to immediately crack outward not even seconds later, sending a mighty gale of diamond dust back. Covering over the warrior and her congregation. A moment in the blind passed before the warrior was able to see her handiwork. "What?!" She exclaimed suddenly at the sight of the door completely untouched. The light still holding strong. The only evidence that something even happened was a quick pop and a whiff of black smoke that appeared in the bush right next to the door itself. Under the visage of her helmet her eye twitched. As much as she hated to admit, overwhelming force wasn't going to cut it. Especially against what she now realized was the work of a monster with a dual specialty. A quick scan of the rock surrounding the door didn't provide a viable way either. The cliff face surrounding the north side of Home was completely saturated with leystone deposits. She would of made better headway digging into it with a metal spoon rather than with her spear.
She shook her head with a growl then turned to face the crowd. "Alright, listen up Canine Unit!" The woman commanded. The dogs rose to their feet and saluted with a bark in unison. "I'm ramping up patrols for the next two weeks, if any sight or soul leaves through that door I need be the first to know about it. Am I clear?" She waited till the dogs gave their confirmation. "Report to your stations at First Flare tomorrow morning. Dismissed."
The congregation started to disperse but the tension was still very thick. When the warrior started to leave she noticed Papyrus and stopped abruptly. "Uh, hey Papyrus," She greeted, trying to ignore the awkwardness she was feeling. "Didn't expect you here."
The tall skeleton pulled himself out of his thoughts at her voice. "Hey Undyne," He grinned nervously. "I tried to call you back. And you didn't answer so I got concerned. I didn't expect to be here either."
The woman removed her helmet and allowed the small fins on her cheeks to flutter. "At least you understand why I can't train you for a few days at least," Undyne replied somberly. "Sorry 'bout that."
Papyrus placed a gloved hand on his blue scaled mentor's shoulder. "You're Captain of the Royal Guard, it's your job to handle serious things," Papyrus reassured. "And even though I don't know what a BNC is, I can tell this is more serious than the other things you do for your job. Besides it'll give me good experience that I can use when I become a Royal Guard."
Undyne's free eye widened slightly. "Uh, what will?"
"I want to help with the patrols too," Papyrus grinned hopefully. "Also, I had a few ideas for puzzles rattling around in my head for the past few days. If they work then maybe I can help capture the one responsible for causing this "BNC" as well. If- if you want me to that is."
Undyne policed her appearance. "A-actually I- I want to make sure you don't get rusty on you training while I deal with this. So, how about I give you new techniques to try out instead?"
"R-really?! New techniques?!" Papyrus asked. His body was shaking in excitement.
"Yeah, I feel like you earned it," Undyne gave a wry grin. Releasing her fists she was unaware she was making by her side.
"Wowie!" Papyrus was so overflowing with glee Undyne could feel a powerful influx of latent energy grow inside his soul. "It feels just like yesterday when you taught me my first technique. Now I'm going to know a second technique, maybe a third! I need to get supplies! I need to get pots and pans! I- I need to make space in my food museum!"
"Yeah! Food prep! I love it!" Undyne exclaimed with a wild grin. The passion of the skeleton ignited her passion as well.
"First Flare?" Papyrus asked.
"You know it!" Undyne saluted. "Dismissed!"
"Right!" Papyrus saluted then to the fish woman's surprise disappeared with a brief flux in the scenery. Leaving a small rapidly disappearing cloud of yellow light behind.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Undyne looked around slowly for anyone else then sighed in relief. She then started walking away, unaware of Sans who was hiding in the tree cover. He waited a few minutes for the coast to actually be clear before he re-emerged onto the pathway. A tinge of fear hidden behind his constant grin. He walked cautiously to the battered decoration and rose his fist.
"knock knock," He spoke as he tapped on the door.
Moments pass.
"... Are they gone?" A quiet voice responded on the other side of the wall. Sans exhaled.
"yeah, it's just me now," Sans wiped where his brow would of been with his sleeve. "you alright? you sound tired."
The feminine voice answered with a sigh. "As you probably already know, I had a lot on my plate today."
"so, I guess dishes a bad time then?" Sans asked. Despite the pun he intended the question to be taken seriously.
"Maybe not, if you platter me," The woman answered with a mischievous slant. It tickled the spine of her cohort.
Sans chuckled. "well you seem to be open to my saucer good enough. do you want me to start?"
"A-actually before we start," The woman in the wall replied hesitantly. Sans heard a sigh. "Do- you remember the promise- I asked you for after Gyftmas last year?"
Sans's eye-sockets narrowed as his inner feelings of remembrance chilled his soul. "yeah, what about it?"
A moment passed.
"I- really shouldn't be telling this to anyone. But- even though I don't know your name, I trust you," The woman sounded like it was a real struggle for herself to talk. At least it felt like it to the lazy sentry. "I- found a human and a terracotta this morning."
"well- that," Sans gulped. "certainly explains the light magic."
"Please, please don't say anything to anyone about this," The woman pleaded. "This is really important."
"why are you telling me this?" Sans asked gently. "you- think they're dangerous?"
"Oh no no, they didn't cause the BNC. They didn't hurt anyone in here. In fact, the human made a couple friends with the locals already," The woman reassured. "It's just that- when the human is done with whatever he's doing, and if he's determined enough to leave; I- I don't know if I would have the heart to stop him. I- may need you to look over him if he does, just in case."
"and- what about the 'cotta?" Sans probed.
The woman hesitated. "Mind if I be a little off the cuff?"
"only if you allow me the same honor."
"Well- for some reason or another, when I first saw her I felt- scared."
"oh?"
frisk is a girl this time?
"I know it must sound kind of silly. An old lady like me being scared of someone she never met."
not as silly as you'd think Sans thought darkly. He realized what the chill he was feeling meant then and there.
It rained somewhere else.
"Though, I'm happy that my feeling wasn't warranted," The woman said happily. "She's very smart, and she cares about others just as well as the human does."
"oh, that's good," Sans commented. Internally he didn't really care if the kid was good or bad. If what the fragments of his memory were telling him, he experienced both options too many times it was easier for him to just assume the kid didn't have a compassionate bone in their body. Boy or girl.
He was curious though so he asked. "what are their names?"
The answer he was met with deeply confused him. One name was a complete mystery, but the other one caused him to feel something in his soul. Something strangely warm and familiar. The problem was, that name was also foreign to him.
"I should probably get back on topic," The woman said finally. "Can I trust you to keep your promise?"
Sans took a quick moment to stifle his clashing feelings then answered. "yeah, you don't gotta worry about 'em. i'll practically be their shield if they ask."
"Thanks, that's really reassuring," the woman in the wall said warmly. "I'm ready to start if you are."
"i thought you'd never glass."
The woman snorted. "Oh come on, you did that on purpose!"
"i wouldn't say that, i don't own a dolphin," Sans rebuked with a smirk. The woman's howling laughter caused him to laugh too.
The Day Lantern high above him gave one last emission of light before rapidly sending the underground into "night". The laughter from Sans and the woman on the other side of the wall would continue for a few hours afterwards.
Home - Act 1
I open an eye to a bright light, and the first thing I see is a blurry circular thing. I blink a few times and the object turns into a clock.
9:25 I think it says. The big hand is past the 5, that much is true.
I try to move but it feels like the rest of me is still sleeping. Which is weird. I don't remember falling asleep. I force myself up, only succeeding in sitting on the edge of the bed while my legs feel like they're getting poked by tiny needles.
Maybe needles is not the right thing to say right now after what just happened. I look around the room, focusing a little on the rows of shoes and the toys scattered in a pile. I'm definitely in Toriel's house. But the question is how did I get here? I remember Ed disappearing again into that weird lady's boobs and that's it, nothing.
I need to ask Toriel.
Mental note: Anything More than Zero is a Positive Created
I focus on the small piece of pie on a plate on the floor with a small note. The filling of the pie is light blue.
Frisk: "Urg- snail pie."
I know Toriel said before "it's an acquired taste," but I didn't get the taste for it before. And I'm really sure I won't get it now. I pull out my cellphone. Into the INV abyss with you foul confectionery.
Snail Pie Piece added to INV. 496 spaces remaining.
I can't get over that. Ed, I don't know how you got so much pocket space, but I- am- not- complaining about it.
Snail Pie Piece removed from INV. 497 spaces remaining.
Frisk: "Uh."
Ed's HP was maxed.
Ed is now affected by DIZZY.
Oh, the Inventory is linked between us.
Personal: Pack Mare Nine-Hundredaire Updated
I put my hands together for a quiet prayer. Sorry big guy. Annoying Dog watch over his mortal soul. I hold the pose for a few minutes, clap twice, then open my eyes to the note left behind.
Dear Frisk,
If you are reading this, I apologize. I wasn't able to get to the grocery store last night, so I decided to go now. I asked Vincent and Claire to watch you while I'm gone, so if you need anything they might be able to help. If they're actually doing their job.
Be good,
Toriel.
P.S Sorry about the snail pie. I don't have much else to eat right now. It's an acquired taste, so don't feel obligated to finish it if you don't like it.
She doesn't have much faith in other monsters does she?
Wait-
Does that mean-
If I wanted to leave the ruins, I could do it without Toriel knowing?
I look around the room.
I need to find out.
I lay the note back down and get to my feet. The prickly feeling is still there but it's a lot better than it was.
…
Ok, I can't. She has her magic blocking the way. She definitely doesn't have faith in Vin or Claire. Though to be fair, I'm down here, and I didn't see them on the way. I turn away from the wall of blue fire and walk back down the hallway and up the stairs. Let's see where my babysitters went to.
I open the front door.
?: *Stop staring at me toad-thing.
Vi: ...
?: *If you want to kill me, do it!
Vi: (angry frog noise)
Well this is unexpected. Toriel tied the needle lady to the dead tree. Vi notices me and jumps over. He seems... concerned? It's really hard to tell. Froggits typically don't wear their emotions on their sleeve. The monotone voice doesn't really help matters either.
Vi: "(Frisk, you alright? You feel together?)"
Yes, it's concern.
Frisk: "Y-yeah I'm alright, why wouldn't I be?"
I'm going to pretend the stutter was reassuring.
Vi: "(No, you shouldn't be "alright". You shouldn't be able to move around yet after what happened last night.)"
Without warning Vi starts nudging me back to the house with his body. I plant my feet into the ground, stopping the froggit in his tracks. It's an even struggle on both sides as we push against each other.
Vi "(Go on, back to- bed with you.)"
Frisk: "Hey, hey wait a minute!"
Gah! He's so cold and gooey! No! Focus! I need answers!
Frisk: "What do you mean- I shouldn't be able to move? What happened last night?"
Vi: "(Your HP dropped to one- and you passed out, that's what happened.)"
Frisk: "Isn't that- what healing- is for?"
Vi: "(Yeah- it is. It won't- help you though.)"
Frisk: "W-what?"
I move forward causing the frog to fall forward. He talks again into the dirt. It would have been funny if what he said didn't leave a bad feeling in my stomach.
Vi: "(Check your Stats, you'll see it.)"
I pull out the cellphone as Vi readjusts himself. Switching to Stats I check myself.
"Frisk"
HP: 1/1
One- one- one- one HP? Oh, oh no. I- I- Mommy.
Vi: "(Woah! Hang on! Hang on! I gotcha, I gotcha. Claire! Get out here! Now!)"
Cold- cold- m-mustard seed.
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-thimp-thimp- -thimp-thimp- -thimp-thimp-
W-what?
-thimp-thimp- -thimp-thimp- -thimp-thimp-
What am I hugging?
?: "F-frisk?"
Something fuzzy grazes my neck as the thing I'm holding moves.
Frisk and ?: "Ah!" / "P!"
I fall to the floor with a start, taking the blanket and whoever I'm holding with me. I release my hug quickly and the milky-white visage of Claire wiggles out from under the discarded fabric. Her fuzzy hands and feelers risen and trembling.
Claire: "Frisk, i-it's Ok. It's just me."
Frisk: "I can see that! Why were you in my bed?!"
Claire: "B-b-because when you passed out again an hour ago you latched on to me when me and Vitriedtomoveyouandwecouldn'tgetyouoff!"
Thank Kami for my time with Alphys, 'cause there was no way I would of been able to understand that otherwise. I feel my anger start to subside. I must of gotten grabby again without knowing it. I- thought I lost that after all this time.
Claire: "It w-was Vi's idea to just place you back into bed with me in your arms. I told him it was a bad idea. B-but he didn't want want to bring M-miss Toriel into this. A-and after the scare you gave us the night before. I- I- Uwah! I'm so sorry! Please don't hate me!"
Drats, now I feel guilty for being angry now. I didn't mean to make her cry.
I hold the trembling monsters' hand and slowly pull her into another hug.
Frisk: "Claire, I don't hate you."
I then explain my weird habit to her. Before this endless Underground adventure started, I had this habit. At night I would sleepwalk to another kid's bed and get into it while they're sleeping. Once I'm in I would hug them in a tight grip that I held until I woke up. As one would expect the other kids didn't take too kindly to it at first. Then for some reason after a few days of this happening the other kids just- stopped caring for some reason. Some even seemed to want me to visit them at night. The matrons didn't really know what of make of it. But after a few months this habit of mine seemed to make everyone in the orphanage happier so they must of not seen the point in stifling it. I keep the fact I came from an orphanage out. For what it's worth, I chose the Underground as family a long time ago.
I finish my explanation.
I feel like I'm walking on eggshells with the look she's giving me.
Frisk: "Does- that make sense?"
Claire: "You must have a really strong soul then."
Frisk: "Huh?"
Claire: "I- I don't really know the reasoning behind this, I'm not really a scientist. B-but I read that those who have a very strong soul can make another soul stronger just by being in close contact with them. Do you think that might be why the other kids became happier?"
How would I know if it did or not? I don't usually get the chance to ask before I start this wild ride again.
Frisk: "I wouldn't know. Do- you feel happier?"
Claire tilts her head in thought.
Claire: "Well- aside from the panic I felt a few minutes ago. I don't really feel much different. Maybe it wasn't long enough for your soul to have an effect on mine."
My mind briefly switches over to what the phone said.
Frisk: "Or- it could have something to do with this- 1 HP thing."
Claire places a hand on my head with a smile.
Claire: "I don't b-believe it is. Frisk, when you passed out last night; Miss Toriel n-nearly rose the temperature of the entire Ruins fretting about you. She- was afraid you may have fallen into a coma. She said- nothing can survive on their own with only 1 HP. But you w-were responsive to everything she was doing, a-and here you are, walking, talking, and surviving on your own. I-if that's not the product of a strong soul I don't know what is."
She's- so confident. I have to, I can't help it. I may not have a chance again.
I give a seductive smile.
Frisk: "Well Claire, say more stuff like that and I may give you more than a hug."
Claire: "Eh? W-what would you give me?"
This is too easy. I gotta! I gotta!
I move closer to the moth with my eyes half-lidded. My smile never leaving my face. I lean in and whisper.
Frisk: "Anything you want, you smooth-talker you."
I then give her a small kiss on the cheek. The moth blushes then-
Claire: "P!"
She, redder than a tomato rushes out of the door. Accidentally barreling through Vi sending him spinning around in place.
Claire: "I'm too young!"
I hear the front door slam against the wall as Claire makes another panicked squeal. I know I probably shouldn't be laughing. But what can I say? I promised myself that if I ever had a chance to have a conversation with a Whimsun I would try to flirt with her. It might be an odd goal, but- my main goal always gets undone. So now I make odd goals instead. It helps liven up the state my life had become. Vi stops spinning after nearly 10 full rotations, and falls face-first on the floor with an exasperated "kero" sound.
Personal: Flirting with the Fearful Complete
I'm still laughing when Vi woke up again. He looks at me pointedly. Or as pointedly as he could with his wobbly gaze. The look is cold enough to stop me. So instead I grin lightly, trying my best to not anger the frog more.
Frisk: "Hey Vi, how's crimes?"
Vi shakes himself out of his stupor.
Vi: "(Well, it seems you're not going to rest.)"
He lightens up.
Vi: "(I just got word from my brothers that Miss. Toriel left the grocery store. She'll be here soon.)"
There's a strange feeling behind his voice.
It seems... sad?
Important: The Lady of Nettles Updated
Meta: For the Fallen ("Palisade" Run) Created
Vi: "(Do you need anything before we go?)"
I shake my head. The frog nods in acknowledgment.
I follow him out the door into the hallway. His somber attitude is now starting to scare me.
Frisk: "H-hey, you don't really need to leave if you don't want to. I'm sure Toriel would let you guys stay if you want."
Vi: "( Can't speak for Claire. But I have business I need to tend to in a few hours.)"
Frisk: "Ah, ok."
It's probably not a good time to pry. He seems to be pretty upset.
We reach the front door and I grab onto it to keep it open. Vi sighs quietly.
Vi: "(Wait, close the door for a second. I need to talk to you about something.)"
I close the door slowly and face the frog.
He shakes his head and began.
Vi: "(When I was a tadpole, my parents pretty much told me not to give the time of day to humans. And made me promise that when I became a Final Froggit I would attack any human I find. Unsurprisingly I didn't really know what a human was, so they told me all sorts of horrifying things about them. More importantly what they would do to me if they caught me. Like, if they find me they will cut me open and pull out my innards. Or they would remove my legs and cook them. Or even make me wear a top hat and dance the can-can. You know, stuff like that. The jury is still out on me if any of that is true or not. You and Ed are the only humans I've seen, and you guys seem like good people. But my brothers, more importantly the one that did become Final Froggits, well- they are pretty ingrained to distrust humans. And after what the puppet did yesterday. They believe they have a justification to break BNC and take matters into their own hands. That- coupled with everyone else who lost loved ones. You see where I'm going with this?)"
I really want to comfort this frog but I can't help but look down at the floor.
Frisk: "I'm in danger."
Vi nodded. "(They won't go after Toriel. She's too scary for anyone to try attacking on their own. But- there's always monsters with ambition. So- I'm going to warn you now. If you can, you should probably leave the Ruins as soon as you're able.)"
Frisk: "With 1 HP."
Vi: "(I said "if you're able".)"
Frisk: "Well, what about Ed?"
Vi deadpans. Right, he destroyed a wall.
Frisk: "Sorry, that was a dumb question."
Vi: "(Right, also, everyone knows Toriel loves humans, so try not to give more evidence to go here than they already have.)"
She doesn't love humans, she loves children. There's a difference. Not that it matters though. The murderer is tied to the tree outside. There's going to be a dang monster mash here if the froggits have their way.
Frisk: "I'll try. Thanks for the warning."
Vi nods again. "(I'll try to keep you informed. And as far as I know Claire didn't lose anyone so maybe the Whimsalots won't join the mob if it does form.)"
Claire: "Actually if they b- believe the cause is just, they will. Sorry Frisk."
Vi and I look up at the moth upside-down on the ceiling in between a few stalactites. She's still has pink in her cheeks.
Vi: "(You know I don't remember asking you a Dog-dang thing.)"
Claire: "I- I know more about my sisters than you do, Mr. Stone Gullet."
Vi: "(Ah go cry in the creek bed, maybe the water'll rise.)"
Vi refocuses on me while Claire squeaks in indignation.
Vi: "(I'll keep in touch.)"
He then began hopping away before Claire could think of another comeback. Leaving her to just mutter under her breath.
Claire: "Urh, he's so infuriating sometimes."
Vi disappears back into the puzzle plaza and I turn back to Claire. Who slowly fluttered down to me.
Claire: "Hey, I- I have to go too. My sisters will get worried if I miss lunch. Will you b-be alright until Miss. Toriel comes back?"
I nod. It seems to hide my fear well enough for the moth to accept. Unfortunately I hear my stomach growl and the moth's feeler rise up in surprise.
Claire: "You didn't eat the pie?"
Frisk: "Ruin Snails."
The moth nods in understanding. She then materializes two spider donuts in her hands.
Claire: "I still have these if you want them."
I accept them and give her my sultry look again.
Frisk: "Affection increased by 10."
The moth returned to her red hue and immediately shifted to the side.
Claire: "I-I-Igottagonow!Seeyoulaterbye!"
Before I know it, she flees to the puzzle plaza as well.
I giggle a little as I head back into Toriel's house.
Oh, why do the good ones always run?