Ravenmaria17

Toriel was gazing up towards the stairs. The wafting scent of butterscotch pie filled the room... but the worry in her heart didn't settle as Frisk stayed up in her room. She always came down for breakfast... no matter how sleepy she was. Gently biting her lip in worry, she decided to go upstairs and check up on her. Hoping that everything was alright —    "Frisk, honey. It's morning, the sun is shining and it's time to wake up sleepy head." The door squeaked open upon this encouraging thought as Toriel peered into the dark room. A soft breeze came through the window, Frisk loved to have her room just be a little bit chilly. And even

You and Frisk were sitting at one of [high school name]'s benches in the courtyard. It was going to be a while before school started, so you figured that you could kill some time. Frisk was trying to teach you sign language, although they can perfectly understand what you say. Surprisingly, it seemed easier learning a new language from a friend 20 minutes each morning than from a teacher who doesn't even want to be here 45 minutes every day. "Oh look. It's the Monster kid communicating in their strange language!" At the sound of a shrill, girly voice, you stopped what you were doing and glared over at the source. A couple of preppy, blonde

"Where are you going?" Tony asked, not unkind in his disposition as he set down the phone Ross had recently been harassing him on. You resisted the urge to look at your phone, at the message you'd gotten two minutes ago via a restricted number. The one that said Delete this and Super 8. Now. Sliding the phone in your back pocket, you looked into those sad brown eyes with a shrug and a half-assed attempt at a wistful smile. "I need to clear my head. I don't think you need me at the moment, so-" Tony waved his hand with a nod, damn near begging you to go take a break, despite the fact that he was most definitely the one who needed a vacation

 "Sans... are you aware Frisk has been struggling sleeping?" Toriel paused in her mixing as she glanced back towards the Skeleton that was sitting at the table. Having offered to help her, and promptly sat himself down. She didn't mind though, his laziness was tolerable. Yet he seemed distant from the others lately. His attitude had not changed; he still was his loveable jokester self. Yet when anyone brought up Frisk, he grows silent. As if he was thinking of something.    "i am... aware." He sounded restrained, held back. Like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Sans wasn't one to hide things, being brutally hon

This has gone to the dogs. Papyrus knocked on the door to Alphys's lab, and glanced to his brother. "I WONDER WHAT MIGHT BE WRONG," he said. "ALPHYS SOUNDED IN A PANIC-BUT THEN AGAIN, SHE OFTEN DOES, I THINK." "i dunno, bro. something might have blown up and she needs help cleaning stuff up," Sans replied nonchalantly. Though he was pretty concerned himself even if he didn't let it show. Frisk had been with Undyne earlier, and the fish-woman always came by to see Alphys when she had Frisk. The door opened, revealing the shaking lizard monster. She gulped, and beckoned them inside, then locked the door behind them. "Th-thank you f-for comin

"Who are you?" He stays silent. The same way you've always seen him. Despite the grin on his face, you could see the sadness in his eyes. He looked to the ground and flattened the robe he wore. He looked back up at you before moving his hands in multiple gestures. You tilt your head in confusion. The man sits back down and looks around the room. The grin is still on his face, as with the scars spread on his skull. You ask again. "Who are you?" He turns back to you and stares. He raises his hands, repeating the previous gestures. You still do not understand. He sighs, which was the first sound you've heard from him. He looks back to the gr

Frisk’s paw was tightly wrapped in Sans’ hand with his blue coat sleeve covering both their hands as they walked in the soft falling snow. They’ve been walking for who knows how long and it was nearly nightfall. Frisk tried to walk right beside Sans, but grew exhausted after a while and fell behind him allowing to be dragged along. They were getting tired. How long have they been walking again? Frisk stumbled, but quickly recovered. He didn’t seem to notice. Frisk stared at the snow peppered sidewalk before stealing a glance of Sans. His attention was focused straight ahead as he walked in a sloughing manner making him