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]

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.