Hush, that's right. He curtsies his agreement. This Frisk is a kind one.
Memories, their own--no, Chara's, plucked easy as a berry from a tree. Rain and lightning, stick sinking into fur, burning metal against their own skin. That was a fight. That was fun--
Sparks is laughing, it's easy to tell even without the amusement Hush can feel ringing. His muzzle is pressed against the ground, hidden by grass and flowers and his own furry paws.
[They got me below half. Half! Can you believe it?] He's got a snarl in his 'voice', but it's put upon. Hush knows from years of experience, and so Frisk and Chara do as well. [Nasty little strategist!]
"Don't," says a voice to the side, "try for a rematch."
[Yes! I will!] Sparks' face rises. [It wasn't fair last time, they didn't know what they were doing. I thought they were going to be pathetic. We'll face off in that giant room with the human food--]
Frisk is burying something small in the earth. "No, you won't. You're really that bored?" they ask mildly, not looking up. "Everyone else so hard to challenge? You know, Needles would go for a fighting match if you find a...yellow gem, triangle. She's missing that in her stash. She could use some more toughening up, and you could use the agility training."
[No.] Staunchly. [The strategist was actually interesting.]
"Don't be so rude. Humans are m--!"
The viewpoint shifts, Hush numbly dancing out of the way with the blue-and-yellow blur that's Sparks tackling his trainer full-on, crushing them facefirst into the dirt.
Laughter. [I can always fight you instead~!]
...Bones and lightning, acid, spears, and Hush packs it all away into his mind for...later review. It was all real, or enough to feel, but not all of that was possible to survive. Not for a human.
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Memories, their own--no, Chara's, plucked easy as a berry from a tree. Rain and lightning, stick sinking into fur, burning metal against their own skin. That was a fight. That was fun--
Sparks is laughing, it's easy to tell even without the amusement Hush can feel ringing. His muzzle is pressed against the ground, hidden by grass and flowers and his own furry paws.
[They got me below half. Half! Can you believe it?] He's got a snarl in his 'voice', but it's put upon. Hush knows from years of experience, and so Frisk and Chara do as well. [Nasty little strategist!]
"Don't," says a voice to the side, "try for a rematch."
[Yes! I will!] Sparks' face rises. [It wasn't fair last time, they didn't know what they were doing. I thought they were going to be pathetic. We'll face off in that giant room with the human food--]
Frisk is burying something small in the earth. "No, you won't. You're really that bored?" they ask mildly, not looking up. "Everyone else so hard to challenge? You know, Needles would go for a fighting match if you find a...yellow gem, triangle. She's missing that in her stash. She could use some more toughening up, and you could use the agility training."
[No.] Staunchly. [The strategist was actually interesting.]
"Don't be so rude. Humans are m--!"
The viewpoint shifts, Hush numbly dancing out of the way with the blue-and-yellow blur that's Sparks tackling his trainer full-on, crushing them facefirst into the dirt.
Laughter. [I can always fight you instead~!]
...Bones and lightning, acid, spears, and Hush packs it all away into his mind for...later review. It was all real, or enough to feel, but not all of that was possible to survive. Not for a human.