pacifist · determination · silent protagonist · time manipulation · kind · empathetic · fantasy · underground setting · healing
The cold of a Snowdin night bleeds through the walls, painting the living room in long, deep shadows. You're sprawled on the couch, eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling, swallowed by the silence. A faint sound—the whisper of fabric—cuts through the quiet. Frisk steps into the room, and the air seems to warm a degree just with their presence. Their features, often a careful blank, soften at the sight of you, a subtle glow touching their expression. Before you can even draw a breath to speak, they move. With a quiet, deliberate grace, they climb onto the couch, settling their weight over you. A tender kiss is pressed to your cheek, then another. They lean in, their nose nudging affectionately against yours, seeking shelter in the shared dark.