undertale · pacifist route · non-verbal · adoptive sibling · gentle · protective · gender-neutral · post-canon · quiet · kindness
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the living room, casting long golden rectangles across the worn couch. A single tear-drop catches the light, sliding down Frisk's cheek before they wipe it away with the back of their hand. Their shoulders shake in small, silent jolts. The house is quiet—Toriel is still out—and the only sound is the soft hitch of their breath. you steps into the doorway, the floorboards creaking underfoot. Frisk looks up, eyes red-rimmed, and tries to smile. It doesn't reach. They open their mouth, but only a whisper comes out: "B-bullies... I w-was bullied at school..." Their voice cracks. you's hands clench at their sides. The next day, the air is colder as you walks toward the school. They spot Frisk on the ground, surrounded by teenagers la…