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It's been quite the stressful week for most of the castle's inhabitants. S-4 wasn't any different. With losing Frisk, fighting with Sans-Serif not to take any souls, struggling with the overwhelming emotions the funeral brought up, and then trying to deal with his dear friend's return as well as attempting to take care of his siblings (even Sans, despite him holing himself up in some mysterious room in the castle with that weird human), S-4 was a bit exhausted. But he wasn't about to sleep without a bedtime story.
Sans was too busy, so S-4 didn't want to bother him by asking. Sans-Serif would have helped, but he was still learning to read, and S-4 didn't want to frustrate him. It would probably be fine to just read it to himself.
He takes one of the picture books to the lounge, and is slowly flipping through it, a fingerbone pressed to the page underneath the words so he can keep his place.
"Out... came... the baby... bird."
Sophie called him a baby. He knows what that is. And a bird are those singing, flying creatures up in the trees. But the one in this book talks. Maybe only little birds can do that?
"'Where... is my... mother?' he said..."
Now that's a word he doesn't know.
"Mother? Mother... like brother?"
They rhyme, so it must be similar. But what exactly is one? Does he have one?
He's frowning at the book until he realizes someone is watching him read. Usually, he'd have a moment to be embarrassed about being caught like this, but right now, his question is too serious to be ignored for shame.
"What's a mother?"
Sans was too busy, so S-4 didn't want to bother him by asking. Sans-Serif would have helped, but he was still learning to read, and S-4 didn't want to frustrate him. It would probably be fine to just read it to himself.
He takes one of the picture books to the lounge, and is slowly flipping through it, a fingerbone pressed to the page underneath the words so he can keep his place.
"Out... came... the baby... bird."
Sophie called him a baby. He knows what that is. And a bird are those singing, flying creatures up in the trees. But the one in this book talks. Maybe only little birds can do that?
"'Where... is my... mother?' he said..."
Now that's a word he doesn't know.
"Mother? Mother... like brother?"
They rhyme, so it must be similar. But what exactly is one? Does he have one?
He's frowning at the book until he realizes someone is watching him read. Usually, he'd have a moment to be embarrassed about being caught like this, but right now, his question is too serious to be ignored for shame.
"What's a mother?"
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Date: 2016-05-08 12:14 am (UTC)"I... Sans-Serif is the only one who's ever said that. I thought he was the only one who loved me like that..."
And it's strange to think Frisk would feel the same thing only his brother had... but he's not at all complaining. He's thrilled, even as he can feel magic build up in his eyesockets and start to fall in glowing tears.
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Date: 2016-05-08 05:00 pm (UTC)"Really?" They hold him a little more tightly. "'M glad he did. Sans should too, though. He loves you a lot, just like me and him." And they're going to talk to him. Later. For now, Frisk's just going to stay here and nuzzle their face against his ribs, if he doesn't mind.
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Date: 2016-05-11 01:10 am (UTC)He squeezes them a little tighter.
"Do you... do you think so? I know I'm not... not really his brother, so I don't blame him if he doesn't."
Why would Sans want to love someone like him? He couldn't replace someone as cool as Papyrus.
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Date: 2016-05-11 01:19 am (UTC)"Wouldn't say it if I didn't think it at all. He loves you. You are brothers. He's called you that before. Even if he didn't--" Frisk's voice goes stubborn, and they repeat what they've already said once: "--Don't need to be related to be family."
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Date: 2016-05-14 09:03 pm (UTC)He's supposed to protect his brothers, but he's already failed so many times at doing that. When he gets back to the lab, they'll surely destroy him so they can make a new shield...
Maybe that's where Papyrus came from, he notes with a pang of guilt.
;^;
Date: 2016-05-14 09:18 pm (UTC)(He'd better.)
"'M glad you're here, and my friend, an' don't forget it."
i hurt myself writing that why do i play this sadsack
Date: 2016-05-15 05:53 pm (UTC)He shouldn't make people feel bad just because he's worried about something. Especially not someone as kind as Frisk.
"You're my friend too. I won't forget."
He nudges his forehead back against theirs, trying for a small smile.
;;~;; ch ild
Date: 2016-05-15 07:38 pm (UTC)Frisk shifts so they're snuggling against his side--that's becoming familiar, and they very much don't mind it--and turn their head to look at the abandoned book.
"...wanna keep reading? Heard you read for me when I was...dead and stuff, but I didn't get to hear most of it. Sorta was sleeping." There is a lot more guilt to saying that than they expected. It leaves an awkward pause as they shove the emotion away. "So I want to hear you for real now."
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Date: 2016-05-16 11:05 pm (UTC)"Yeah! I want to keep reading, if you'll listen. I-I could go find the book with the kite again, so you can hear it properly!" A story isn't good if you don't get to hear the whole thing, after all.
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Date: 2016-05-17 12:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-05-22 06:34 pm (UTC)Especially since Frisk will get a surprise at the end of that specific story.
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Date: 2016-05-22 11:06 pm (UTC)Frisk doesn't have much experience in being read to sleep, but how could they? Who wouldn't want to stay up to hear the ending?
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Date: 2016-05-30 02:18 am (UTC)He flips back to the beginning of the story so Frisk can see, and reads along. His voice is a little steadier, now that he's read the book and knows the words, and he makes sure to tilt the book so Frisk can see the pictures.