14, 44, and/or 50 B)

notinaworldwithoutyou:

(re: this post)

HELLO THERE it has… been A While…. sorry for the wait on this !

for your trouble, here’s 6.3k words of post-pacifist frisk+flowey (with a side of chara n’ asriel)

[content warnings for: allusions to child death, suicidal ideation and grief. also casual ableist language because Flowey]

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44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

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Everything about this is so stupid.

Frisk almost got up too early for you to catch them

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you’ve never been a morning person, not in any timeline or iteration

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and it was a goddamn chore to wheedle them into not leaving you behind for… wherever. Destination is something you couldn’t care less about, though Frisk did. Enough that once they admitted defeat to your wiles (“I’ll vore your stubborn butt and drag you back through that window, you know” ‘Do you even know what ‘V-O-R-E’ means’ “GOD who cares!!!!”), their tack retreated into something… familiar.

They didn’t fuss or offer some placid mote of back-sass when you insisted on your favorite flower pot for this trip into Hell Possibly, no ifs, ands or buts about it. They strapped on your preferred pack, the front-carrying one that makes it easier for you to see them talk, even though Frisk isn’t fond of it from a sensory standpoint and you both know it. You decided to call these accommodations “red flags one and two.”

The way you felt Frisk’s pulse pick up, more than was strictly necessary for climbing this mountain, just tweaked your hackles more. It’s not any better now that they’ve reached the summit.

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