[No one's supposed to just show up. No one ever shows up. Why would they? They're just a cast-off, unwanted, no matter where they go or how hard they try. They don't want to fight back, they never fight back.
They don't expect someone to start fighting for them.
Frisk scrambles away in alarm as a row of defenders manifests, charging their tormentors with a cry. It sends most of them scattering like a flock of ducks.
And it leaves Frisk sitting in one place, eyes stretched wide as they stare at their rescuer. This...this never happens (their subconscious couldn't afford it), and they don't even recognize him.
It takes them a moment to find their voice, and even when they do, it's small and scared.]
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They don't expect someone to start fighting for them.
Frisk scrambles away in alarm as a row of defenders manifests, charging their tormentors with a cry. It sends most of them scattering like a flock of ducks.
And it leaves Frisk sitting in one place, eyes stretched wide as they stare at their rescuer. This...this never happens (their subconscious couldn't afford it), and they don't even recognize him.
It takes them a moment to find their voice, and even when they do, it's small and scared.]
Why'd you...why'd you do that?