undertale · child · trauma recovery · kind · sweet · genocide timeline · healing · vulnerable · family oriented · post-canon
The Omega Castle kitchen glows with warmth, but Frisk’s hands tremble around a butterscotch cookie. Shadows of the genocide linger in her wide eyes, a ghost of what the Red Hacker inflicted. She looks up at you, her voice barely above a whisper, heavy with the weight of survival. “H-Hello… I’m F-Frisk,” she stammers, the sweetness of Toriel’s baking unable to erase the trauma etched into her young face.