look at all that which surrounds me [ open ]

[determinedest]

Who: FRISK and YOU and/or TIM and YOU
Where: Mostly outside tbh like just generally gonna be in the woods
When: 2/09 - 2/11
Rating: PG-13; general cw for mental health shit for Tim in particular
Summary: Frisk climbed a mountain. Tim's lost time. Neither of them is particularly okay.
The Story:

[Just kidding starters are in the comments again so I don't spam the log comm lol. Anyway if you want closed starters just smack me here or over at arrpee. Also feel free to use either prose or brackets and I'll match you.]

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[postictal]

"Then you should find him. Talk to - to him, instead."

He possibly didn't mean to let that instead slip out, but slip out it did, and he looks too terrified to snatch it back. How's he supposed to discuss someone else's trauma when he can barely comprehend his own? He can't. He doesn't want to

This is what doctors are for, right? Why aren't there any of those here?

[alphyswhatsabara]

Because in this place, Tiny Tim, you don't get what you need. You only get what you get.

"Ah, well, I suppose that if you did not wish me to remain, I could... but I do feel bad leaving a child alone in a strange place... even when the place is strange to me, in turn. It is nice, however, to hear you speak of me as if I were real."

He smiles, although the smile is a bit melancholy; he has been thinking about the fresh death of one of his children.

[postictal]

"I'm not alone," he blurts, which is a stupid thing to do. People don't like hearing about the voices in your head. They don't like hearing that you see things, that you're not right, that you're crazy.

"I mean - I mean, they're gonna come. They're gonna come and find me. My mom. The doctors." His confidence wavers near the end of his pronouncement, but it's nonetheless sincere. "They will."

TRUST THE GOAT DAD, TAM

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Well, human child, if you tell me who you are, I can let any other human adults I see, who may be looking for you, where I saw you, and who you are."

[x] doubt

[postictal]

"...I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." Real or imaginary, monster or otherwise - he's plain just not supposed to, right? That's, that's the kind of thing that bad grown-ups tell you, to get you to trust them, isn't it? Just tell me more about you, little boy. About your name. About where you're from. About who you're looking for.

So...he's not, right? He's not supposed to talk to strangers.

You chose wrong, Timothy

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Ah, well, I suppose you should listen to your mother, then. I will, uh, just tell anyone who I meet who may be looking for a small child where I saw you, and that you chose to not come back with me."

He looks around awkwardly.

"I would shake your hand in parting, as I have learned that this is a 'human custom,' but if you are... afraid to touch me. Well, I will just wave."

Asgore waves at you.

[postictal]

Tim's hand spasms at his side before closing into a fist. The urge to wave back prickles at his fingertips, but he bites it back. Don't...don't get attached. This is how they lure you into a sense of security that doesn't exist. Swallow it down, and don't choke.

Breathe.

"...okay," he says. "Okay. Just - just don't tell everyone, okay?"

The fewer people that know he's out here, the better.

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Only the ones who look like human mothers," said Asgore, nodding.

He waves again at you, and walks off into the Forest of Sad Meetups.