Ha Ha Ha. His Frisk is that way too, at least when they've gotten attached to someone. Even if they're reluctant to admit it.
Demon? Hush doesn't know that word, and he notices negative echoes. No need to dig in right now, though; Frisk's worry about his Trainer and worry that they're overstepping their bounds--those scrape against him, and he chooses to show them what 'gone' was.
Images:
Frisk. Sparks. Hush. The silhouettes of Needles and Prince and Maud, because hiding the unknown is second nature when it could be used in battle.
Tiny Frisk (the image is a little fuzzy), tiny Sparks (much less so, since Hush knows what Electrikes look like without having to tug from memories). The rest of the shapes, Hush included, slowly falling and fading and becoming a batch of colorful Eggs.
The Eggs are mostly hatched, noises and limbs leaking out--except the cracks heal over, time's on rewind, until they're smooth and perfect.
And then they're gone, leaving the small Frisk and Sparks wandering through the snow and laughing, not knowing who and what they've missed.
And Hush only leaves a cursory impression of existing but not existing, being locked inside the Egg he was supposed to break out of but couldn't, traces of confusing emotions he can't understand from the teammates he doesn't know yet trapped in the nothing-space with him. No need to torment the pair with a fuller experience.
Outwardly, Hush curtsies this time and sends a rush of warmth in return, both of them, and an image of Hush and Sparks and Frisk and these two relaxing in the grass.They're very welcome.
And then Hush's eyes glow and all of him flares bright white and he disappears.
Perhaps delivering the message will bring his Trainer Frisk back out of their shell.
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Demon? Hush doesn't know that word, and he notices negative echoes. No need to dig in right now, though; Frisk's worry about his Trainer and worry that they're overstepping their bounds--those scrape against him, and he chooses to show them what 'gone' was.
Images:
Frisk. Sparks. Hush. The silhouettes of Needles and Prince and Maud, because hiding the unknown is second nature when it could be used in battle.
Tiny Frisk (the image is a little fuzzy), tiny Sparks (much less so, since Hush knows what Electrikes look like without having to tug from memories). The rest of the shapes, Hush included, slowly falling and fading and becoming a batch of colorful Eggs.
The Eggs are mostly hatched, noises and limbs leaking out--except the cracks heal over, time's on rewind, until they're smooth and perfect.
And then they're gone, leaving the small Frisk and Sparks wandering through the snow and laughing, not knowing who and what they've missed.
And Hush only leaves a cursory impression of existing but not existing, being locked inside the Egg he was supposed to break out of but couldn't, traces of confusing emotions he can't understand from the teammates he doesn't know yet trapped in the nothing-space with him. No need to torment the pair with a fuller experience.
Outwardly, Hush curtsies this time and sends a rush of warmth in return, both of them, and an image of Hush and Sparks and Frisk and these two relaxing in the grass.They're very welcome.
And then Hush's eyes glow
and all of him flares bright white
and
he
disappears.
Perhaps delivering the message will bring his Trainer Frisk back out of their shell.