Find peace, and help the flowers grow

[lostinmyway]

When Grune had first arrived at the castle, Sans had shown her a very fun room. In it, everything is made of candy that grows back when you eat it. There's something else inside the room, too, covered by a strange sort of slippery cloth, but Sans hadn't let her look at it. He'd said it was a surprise present for Frisk. To help him keep the present a surprise, she'd agreed not to look.

But after some time, the memory had faded, and so today, when she steps into the candy room, her curiosity is caught by the big object covered in cloth. (Had that always been there?)

Humming quietly, she steps forward and lifts the edge of the covering.



...Oh.

She pulls the cloth the rest of the way from the giant birdcage and opens the door. It takes some effort to make it move, but soon she can reach in and carefully take the bones from the cage.

At first, she begins to wrap them in the strange cloth, but--she doesn't really like the feel on her hands. It wouldn't be a very nice place to stay wrapped up in, she thinks. And so she leaves the room and instead brings down a curtain from a large bed. It's a faded red and feels much better.

She returns to the candy room and places the bones into that sheet instead. Then, with the remains wrapped up and cradled in her arms, she leaves the castle to find a good place for this person to rest. She only has her trowel to dig, so it's going to take her a long time, but that's all right. This is important.


[OOC: Feel free to encounter Grune at any point during this post, including when she's digging in the garden.]

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[foundafamily]

He leans back, staring down at the dirt. "I guess that makes sense... And I couldn't stop you anyway." Much as he'd like to insist that she move on after he dies.

"But this guy..." He doesn't like the thought of being the one to make Grune sad. And he can't die anyway, so why get stuck on thinking about himself? Better get back to the corpse at hand. "I'm gonna guess you didn't know 'em, based on how you said you found 'em. So there's no good stuff to remember, so you can just go ahead and forget, right?"

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[lostinmyway]

She shakes her head and smiles. "It's all right if you want to forget them, Firo. But I want to remember them."

2/2

[lostinmyway]

With her next words, her voice changes, sounding almost grave. "Even if I'm the only one in all the worlds."

[foundafamily]

He watches her closely, noting the shift in her voice. Is this her true self poking through? Or something else?

“That’s a lot for one person to do. Why’s it gotta be you?”

He has a feeling that he knows why. But, as always, he doesn’t like it.

[lostinmyway]

She looks at him--past him. She doesn't reply.

[foundafamily]

Firo continues shoveling as he waits for her to response. But then it seems that no response is going to come, so he looks back up again. He hesitates a moment more, almost afraid to ask. “…What is it?”

[lostinmyway]

At his question, belatedly, she blinks. "Hmm?"

[foundafamily]

Maybe it was nothing? With something this emotional, though, Firo doesn't want to take chances. "You were starin'. Are you all right? It was like you were somewhere else for a second."

[lostinmyway]

"Oh, was it?" She blinks some more. "Hmmm...."

[foundafamily]

“You’re gonna make me worry about you.” He tries to smile to show that he’s joking. But he is worried—her spaciness seems a bit different than normal. Could that be grief?

[lostinmyway]

"Oh, dear." In spite of his smile, she frowns just a little bit. "I'm sorry, Firo. I didn't mean to make you worry."

[foundafamily]

Something that’s almost a smirk crosses his face. Though he’d meant his statement honestly, he’s now struck by a bit of a funny thought. “So it’s okay for you to worry about somebody who’s dead—“ he gestures with his shovel, as if it needed to be clarified. “—but not for me to worry about you?”

[lostinmyway]

For a moment, Grune is caught by his words: eyes wide, mouth dropped open. And then, for the first time since finding the person in the cage, she smiles without a hint of sadness.

"Okay, Firo," she says with warmth in her voice. "You can worry about me if you want to."

[foundafamily]

“Thanks.” It’s a relief, both that she’ll accept friendly concern and to see her face like that. “If you keep smilin’ like that, I won’t have to.”

[lostinmyway]

"Then I'll make sure to smile lots and lots."

She sets aside her trowel for a moment to stand and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you, Firo."

[foundafamily]

“Just don’t—“ Don’t overdo it, is what he wants to say; it’s better to know when she’s hurting than to have her try to cover it up with smiles.

He watches her as she stands, imagining that she simply needs a break. And then, as she comes in closer, assuming with some nervousness that she’s coming in for a hug.

But no. Something infinitely more terrifying.

Turning bright red, he squeaks in a most un-gangsterly fashion and drops his shovel.

[lostinmyway]

Her head tilts. "Firo?"

Is he all right?

[foundafamily]

His shoulders are stiff as stone, and he stays staring off away from her. “Y-yes?”

[lostinmyway]

"Did something happen?"

He really is acting very strangely....

[foundafamily]

He shakes his head, wishing that he could jump into the grave himself. "N-no, it's just..."

Does he really want to try to explain it to her?

[lostinmyway]

"Yes?"

[foundafamily]

“You just…” He waves one hand, finishing weakly, “you startled me.”

[lostinmyway]

"Oh!" Her eyes widen. "I'm sorry, Firo. I didn't mean to."

[foundafamily]

“No, it’s not your fault.”

She’s a little different from other people, and one of the very few who’s different in a nice way. He doesn’t want to make her feel bad, not when she’s already having a rough day.

“People just… don’t normally, um, you know. Do that with their friends.”

[lostinmyway]

Her head tilts. "Don't they?"

But she does that with her friends all the time.