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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[screwedontight]

Seth doesn't answer for a long time. It will be literally a lifetime before he learns the truth, learns that his brother set the fire intentionally.

Instead he's alone and he's convincing himself it's all okay and so he rolls his eyes.

"No, but I'm not dead and don't plan to be here. So I'm going to the house. You coming or you staying out here for the dark and the dinosaurs and whatever else there is?"

[postictal]

The options don’t look great. Stay with a kid who has a gun, who doesn’t know him, who he doesn’t know either, or risk getting trampled. It’s goijg to get dark and cold, and he might even need to climb a tree again just to keep safe from everything out there. All the scary sounds, and monsters hidden in the trees.

Better the devil that you know.

“I’m staying,” he says, with more confidence than he feels.

At least out here, he knows where he stands.

[screwedontight]

Seth stares at him for the longest time. Like he knows he has to have heard him wrong. At length he rolls his eyes, a look that hasn't changed in thirty years, and turns away.

"Good luck then. Try and not die." He isn't staying out here. He isn't risking his life staying out here. Even if he hates leaving the kid behind but screw this. He wants to live.

"Later. Maybe."

[postictal]

"...bye," Tim says at last, because that seems polite, at least. He doesn't wish the boy ill will, exactly, but he knows better than to just...trust someone he doesn't know. Maybe it's different, if it's a kid, but he's carrying a gun, and despite the similarities between them, he can't risk leaving.

Not when Mom's looking for him. The doctors, too. They have to be. They have to be out there.

He just has to wait for them to find him.