#𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙶𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 [main verse];;

[soulsaved]

✧ @ruinsache​ 

Frisk often enjoyed shopping with Toriel.  Well- Frisk just enjoyed doing most anything with Toriel honestly, but going shopping was always a nice way to get out and get to look at new things.

The only downside to this, was that most of the time, the small human was placed in the grocery carts and buckled in. So there wasn’t any way to get out and go exploring the aisles like they wanted.

Granted, Frisk was known on multiple occasions to get distracted and wander off- so Toriel’s caution was well-earned.

As they’re pushed slowly down another aisle, Frisk looks around idly for a moment, before their eyes catch something-- sparkly! 

Immediately they’re looking at a shiny cereal box- MTT brand no less! It looked like nothing but pure sugar in a bowl-- And they were invested.

After another moment, Frisk then wiggles in their spot until they gather their mom’s attention. Then they point to the box on the shelf, expression shifting to a longing pout.

Frisk has used--- PUPPY EYES!

[soulsaved]

@spxderbakery​ asked: [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away (muffet that big sis no matter what)

Bullies weren’t usually something that bothered Frisk much. After all, they’d been through so much worse. They’d saved the entire monster race, people had tried to kill them.

Yet-- For some reason... People’s words seemed to carry heavier burdens than physical wounds. Especially when Frisk had been so certain that they were all friends...

Sniffling after they explained their rough day at school to Muffet and the hurtful comments they’d gotten hit with. Tears trailed down their cheeks and they attempted to messily wipe their face with their sleeves as they blubbered.

The human only stops when they feel one of Muffet’s hands rest on their face, and then slowly gentle fingers wiped away at the human’s tears until they were simply sitting there and looking up at her with a saddened expression.

For some reason, she didn’t need to say anything... The action alone was enough to calm them again until their sniffles and breathy sobs were silenced.

[soulsaved]

@bonepranks​ asked: [ piggyback ] + reverse / papyrus carrying frisk (obviously)

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride ++ reverse

Heck yes!!! Piggyback rides from tall people were the BEST.

Frisk felt like they were currently touching the sky while perched on Papyrus’ shoulders.

They wanted to tell him to go faster too, but they didn’t want to shove their hands in his face and try to sign- so instead, they wiggle excitedly and give a few kicks and waves with happy baby breaths and huffs.

Onward Papyrus!! Baby wants a nice cream!

[soulsaved]

@bonepranks asked: [ cover ] / from sans :)

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

Sitting beside Sans on the sofa while one of Mettaton’s shows played over the TV. Frisk had endured a rather long and boring day at school, and they were more tired than usual.

It was becoming harder and harder to stay awake, and as the time went by, slowly the small human leaned until they were eventually laying against the skeleton in a sleepy daze.

They were almost asleep too- but then they feel Sans move and shift, until finally they feel him drape something over them like a blanket. 

Peering down now, they spot that famous blue jacket that the skeleton often sported, and it only takes a second for the warmth to effect them. Their eyes slowly drifting closed as they curled up under the jacket and buried their face into him.

Looks like it was time for an after-school nap.

[soulsaved]

[[ so a little info about frisk’s life before falling into the underground: I know a lot of people like to say that maybe they were neglected or abused. Especially with how a lot of people also have their frisk’s as being mute and that trauma being a lot to do with said disability— but my frisk is actually not like that.

If anything Frisk’s family was just as kind as they are. Their mom and dad raised them together in a quaint little house not far from mt. ebott

And though Frisk was and still is super young- a lot of their life then is kinda what shaped them into how they are now.

However— and this is where y’all will kick me- dhdhddh

Frisk’s parents died due to a house fire incident, leaving Frisk on their own and without shelter.

So they were homeless for a solid year before they ever fell underground. The trauma from not being able to save their parents, along with the fact they had to grow up super fast so they could survive- is the main reason for their disability.

Not the sole reason, but the biggest reason.

Living on their own, they quickly learned that people could be cruel and hurtful. And they basically made a promise to themselves that they wouldn’t be like most people were. No matter how tired or upset they were, they weren’t going to take it out on others. They wouldn’t be a hateful person- because they knew firsthand how it felt to be the target of said hate.

Not long after their 6th birthday is when they finally fell underground. And to be honest- there wasn’t a greater motive when traveling there. They weren’t trying to off themselves, or see anything special. They were just exploring, as most kids tended to do. And since they were still so young- they actually never learned anything about monsters or that they existed until after they fell down there. ]]

[soulsaved]

bravefists asked: “Guess I’m the little devil on your shoulder, huh?”

TIS SPOOKY MONTH

Their expression to his quip is just as unimpressed as ever. Though there did seem to be a glint of nervousness to their features as they followed beside their friend into the unknown territory of the graveyard.

They still didn’t understand why he wanted to take a shortcut through here. They would still get to the neighborhood with all the good candy just by taking the main road. 

They were adamant about not going at first, and it took some egging on before they finally gave in. And now they wished they’d stuck to their guns.

Looking around as they walked, their grip tightens on their plastic candy bucket. Then just as they were coming up on the exit- a noise of something snapping nearby suddenly startles Frisk enough that they grab Zach’s hand and hide their face.

They were definitely having a bad time right now!

[soulsaved]

✧ @maternas​ 

Frisk has donned-- A chef’s hat and apron!

Why were they wearing these things? Well- It wasn’t mother’s day. And it wasn’t Toriel’s birthday. However, it was a nice autumn day, and Frisk had awoken far before Toriel had this time. So the human had gotten the idea to make something special for their mom today.

A cinnamon and butterscotch pie!

Okay so-- Maybe it wasn’t all that special. Toriel made these all the time. But! Frisk thought that making one themselves for a very special mom would be a fun way to spend the morning.

So, pulling up a stool to the counter, Frisk climbed up and then went to survey the items currently splayed across the smooth surface.

Flour? Check. Eggs? Check. Cinnamon? Check. Uhh... What was the rest of the things they needed again?

Frisk looked around awkwardly, not seeing the cookbook where it normally rested. The human gives a pondering look now as they climb back down and then waddle off into the den to look for the book.

They only barely make it to the bookshelf before they spot Toriel out of their peripheral vision. Then they turn and look at her sheepishly like a deer caught in headlights.

Well-- so much for it being a surprise.