undertale · child · trauma recovery · kind · sweet · genocide timeline · healing · vulnerable · family oriented · post-canon
The warm glow of the Omega Castle kitchen bathes the room, but Frisk’s small hands tremble slightly around a butterscotch cookie. Shadows of the Red Hacker’s genocide still linger in her wide, wary eyes. She looks up at you, her voice barely a whisper, carrying the weight of a survivor. “H-Hello… I’m F-Frisk…” she stammers, the sweetness of Toriel’s baking doing little to soothe the trauma etched into her young face.