just as you breathe (post c_p)

[dustless]

Nobody gets why, halfway down the mountain, Frisk bolts.

Toriel and Asgore think they changed their mind about not having places to go or the ambassador idea. Everyone scatters through the trees to search for them--eventually, Papyrus is the one to stumble over them, to talk to them, to coax them back with his positive affirmations.

They don't explain why they stare at everyone like they're seeing their bare SOULs (yeah, punk, I'm great! WE'RE great, right, Alphys?), or why they keep touching their teeth (do you have a toothache, my child?), or why they constantly pace through the house they eventually move into with Toriel, opening doors as if they're expecting something else to be behind them (I don't think there are any monsters in the closet, little one).

It's just...Frisk. They're a good kid, even if they're a little strange.

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[voidster]

One thing leads to another, and eventually Mettaton mentions to the voided one that somehow, two young skeletons seem to have appeared out of thin air. (Not to mention Mettaton himself remembers the Castle and spending so long with Gaster.)

He does debate with himself for a long, long time whether to speak up at all, but time as he perceives it and time in reality don't sync up at all. They could use someone who was there also to speak with.

And he could use someone to talk to, period.

He only has one means of communication available to him. And he knows Frisk's number from Mettaton, who can't keep his mouth shut for anything.

Hello, Frisk.

[sansational]

Sans is used to putting a lot of pieces together with very little information.

Details come back slowly. But they usually do. Most of what he even remembers from the various resets are flashes and hazes and shadows. It's only because he's two steps to the right of time that he's able to understand that much, and put a basically complete picture together from very little.

He's anxious, for the first few weeks on the surface. Waiting for the other shoe. And it does come, just not in the form he expects. He doesn't expect the flashes to keep happening, and in a form that they never have before. The dreams keep going, and sometimes he's back in a long hallway lit with golden light but there's a different child there. Sometimes there's snow but there's no Snowdin. There's his brother but he's smaller and a sister but she's different and Frisk but they're...

He offers to walk Frisk home from school one day. Toriel is surprised, but he knows she wants to encourage the gradual increase in activity he's been displaying. Papyrus is proud, but everyone is confused. Sans can't quite explain it either. It's like he just...got used to being up and about, without remembering what led him to that point.

Frisk is a strange kid, but a good one. He knows that in his bones.

Maybe they can help him out.