once i dreamed i wasn't far away from you [closed]

[inconsequence]

Who: Asriel, Frisk, and Chara
When: 1/28
Where: Chara and Frisk's little encampment
What: What could be better than three emotionally-stunted children deciding to live together?
Warnings: Your typical Undertale warnings for probable mentions of suicide ideation, self-harm, and general unpleasantness



Frisk, presumably, has something of the utmost important to speak of with them. Seldom do they speak of anything other than that which they consider to be pivotal, but Chara can only assume this occasion will be different.

They remain at the small makeshift encampment the two children have established for themselves, organizing and reorganizing their scavenged equipment, ticking through their PacDisc with an icy efficiency - all calm and carefully mediated activities that, to the outside observer, would not be so unusual, save for the fact that Chara has performed these very same tasks at several points in the last hour alone.

They are not the least bit anxious.

They came to this conclusion quite swiftly, thank you.

It is simply that Frisk decided that this conversation, whatever it may entail, is important, more so than is typical, and they wish to devote their full attention to it. That is the true extent of it. No one may fault them for that.

And if they do, one could hardly consider that unusual.

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[gainedlove]

The campsite is the perfect picture of calm. Both children sitting and sorting through their things, Chara organizing and Frisk cleaning up the area for the fifth time in half an hour. There's so much nervous energy buzzing under their skin they feel like they could explode, and the only thing keeping them from finding some place to hide is the fact that they would be leaving Chara to do this alone. Frisk is the one that pushed for this. They should see it through.

Frisk's inspection circles once again around the perimeter of 'their' area, the small bit of space the two children had claimed for themselves while the former crew waited for the way 'home' to be opened. Except it wasn't to be 'home', not immediately...at least, not the home everyone had been expecting. A few bits of trash are picked up, stuffed into a small 'bag' made of sewn-together scraps. For children of the Underground, getting a use out of trash is second nature--you never know what might be useful down the line.

Footsteps reach their ears, and abruptly Frisk straightens up and turns toward the source. He's here.

They really hope this will go well.

[pleasereset]

It doesn't take Asriel very long to reach their campsite, even though the brief walk there feels much longer. He's been sticking close to Mettaton these past few weeks, so wherever the robot has went, Asriel has trailed after him.

Still, Frisk wanted to talk, and Asriel can't help but feel a little anxious of what they want to talk about. Aside from a few conversations here and there, he's mostly felt ashamed about showing his face around Frisk. He never should've subjected Frisk to the meltdown he had that nearly resulted in him destroying his identity disk. He knows it made them feel bad.

He sees them. Both of them. When his eyes land on Chara, he feels his heart jump into his throat. It's not like they were strangers or anything. Frisk and Chara were his siblings! He's got no reason to feel like such a nervous dork around them, right?

"H-howdy Frisk, Chara..."

[inconsequence]

It is hardly "hoarding" when one can never predict when and where they might need any of it. Their inventory has been considerably expanded with the addition of their PacDiscs, and hence - there is no reason to discard that which may be potentially useful. Food must be carefully portioned out and kept on one's person at all times, for reasons that are obvious to two small children that climbed a mountain, put not, perhaps, to anyone else.

Footsteps elicit an immediate response, red gaze snapping onto a pair of familiar soft white ears, wide eyes of a Boss Monster, and tone of voice they have not heard in -

They knew he was here, of course. But he largely seemed content to stay at that glorified tin can's side, for reasons utterly beyond them. That was his prerogative. It still is.

A sharp glance in Frisk's direction says all they mean it to; it is not angry, nor is it surprised, but it is the look of someone who has been waiting for the other shoe to drop for some time and now, at long last, has witnessed the proverbial thump and roll.

"Hello, Asriel." They fold their hands behind their back, their tone even and neutral, devoid of any tremor whatsoever. Devoid of anything at all. "Have you been well?"

A despised courtesy of conversation; they know, full well, that he is doing the very farthest from "well" it is possible to be, as they all are. But social convention has its dictations. They can pretend, along with everyone else, that they can pass for something easily misconstrued as "polite."

[gainedlove]

Small hands clench onto the fabric of their uniform, fiddling with the edge of their sleeve and tugging it further down, the fabric long since permanently stretched down over their wrist. Nervous habit, and a tell they never could quite manage to quell.

Frisk's eyes flicker over to Chara's as well, and they know. It's plain to read when you know the signs, and with as well as the two children know the other misinterpretation is all but impossible. Frisk plasters on a smile, encouraging but slightly tired as they always seem to be, and nods to Asriel. It's a familiar mask, easy to slide on despite months and months of disuse.

"Hi! Um, thank you for comin' over." They have to stop themself before they apologize for hiding away for so long--that's not what they wanted to discuss, and there's time to try and mend bridges if Asriel does accept their proposal.