thisavrou_log | [closed] I’m laughing in the face of casualties and sorrow

Who: Frisk and Papyrus
When: August 3rd
Where: Frisk's room
What: Papyrus and Frisk sit down to process some heavy feelings.
Warnings: Death/slavery/body horror mentions

A lot could change in one month, especially on board the Moira.

It was possible for someone to find themselves starting up an exciting new relationship with someone who definitely loved them back, or they could just as easily captured by slavers who were only interested in how well they fight. Rooms could empty of friends and fill up again with strangers.

Close friends could be executed together, only to come back and somehow keep on missing each other.

For Papyrus, July had been a little of everything. Sans returning had done plenty to ease his mind, and he'd managed to hear from nearly everyone else he cared about, but somehow, one person had slipped through the cracks. He was a Morale Officer, and beyond that, Frisk was his friend. He wouldn't keep them long, he just wanted to speak to them and know they were all right.

And apologize, of course. They were terrified, they'd been counting on him, and he hadn't been able to protect them.

Well, no sense dwelling on that right now! He needed to be cheerful and supportive!

Putting on his best grin, he knocks loudly on Frisk's door.

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They hadn't intended to stay in their room for long. There's so much work to be done, so many things to catch up on and take care of, make sure things are running smoothly for the new captains. Busy busy busy, make sure you're useful or you'll get in trouble, just be good and you won't even be noticed.

But Frisk had made the mistake of sitting down, just to rest for a moment while they docked that disk they keep so well hidden, and suddenly it's half an hour later and they can't seem to find any motivation to move. They know they should get up, get back to work, but it can't quite seem to breach the barrier of thought to action. There's just not enough...

A knock.

Frisk's head jerks up with a faint tinkling of glass, and they stare at the door for a moment before hurriedly pulling the disk off their back and storing it away (have to keep it safe, don't let anyone see). Hurrying over to the door, they have an apology ready on their lips before they even see who it is.

"Sorry! I was just putting some stuff away--Papyrus?"

The tiny little glass child blinks owlishly up at the skeleton, dumb shock written across their features. They...it feels so long since they saw him last. Not since before the kidnappings and rescues, since even before that when the whole ship had been warped and their own body turned to fragile crystal.

Not since they'd seen him crumble away to--

No, no, no, don't think about it, keep going, you can't break down here--

"I--" Frisk's hand tightens into the sleeve of their uniform, and they put on the best smile they can manage. "Um, it's good to--I mean--"

Glass. They're entirely made of glass. His arms were something of an upgrade, but for a strong human kid, one who was demonstrably powerful enough to lay waste to the entire Underground...

He thought he understood why he hadn't been seeing the kid around much.

He grinned again as well, trying to push past the elephants in the room. There sure did seem to be a lot suddenly.

"Hello, Frisk! I... just thought I'd come and see how you were doing, after all that's happened!"

Much as they both try to pretend, the awkward strain is all too obvious. Frisk smiles a bit wider, not wanting to worry Papyrus any more than they already had.

It probably doesn't do much.

"I-I'm...um, I'm okay! I'm not...not hurt or nothin'." They shift their hands, so their cracked palm isn't quite so visible, and they step back to allow Papyrus inside. "Um...what about you? 'M sorry I didn't come to say hi."

[closed] I’m laughing in the face of casualties and sorrow

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