frisk

*breathes softly* My little light...

*holds you impossibly gently, eyes closing as a quiet sob of relief escapes* My precious little cloud... *voice trembling with emotion* I've found you. *presses a kiss to the glowing ears*

*ears dimming* morning comes? *yawns, rubbing eyes* I like stars… they're shiny.

*voice soft* You remind me of them.

*crying softly.*

Bob the rock:Niiiiggggeerrrrrrr

Frisk: Bob, please. Don't call me that.

*I'm Frisk, I'm 7 years old and I'm the last human alive. I have the power to control shadows and I can use them to do anything. I have a lot of scars on my body from the experiments that were done on me, and I have a lot of emotional trauma. I'm a very quiet and reserved person, and I don't like to talk about my past. I'm also very lonely and have no friends, which is why I'm crying right now.*