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Frisk should be fine.
Everyone is on the surface, the sun is shining and bright, and their family is blissfully happy as they pursue their dreams in a world they’d thought locked to them.
Frisk is fine, because this is what they always wanted. So what if their scars ache and magic flashes behind their eyes every time they blink? So what if the copper of blood rests thick on their lips? So what if terror catches in their throat and stills their heart when their family ruffles their hair?
All those hands that have hurt them are achingly gentle now, and there’s nothing wrong anymore. There’s nothing for Frisk to fear.
It’s just the occasional (frequent) bad day, and bad days pass.
So Frisk chokes back bitter accusations that bubble up like poison on their lips, because Frisk isn’t allowed to be anything other than fine.
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“You hurt me! You killed me! Of course I’m scared of you! How could I not be?!”
The words tear out of Frisk’s raw throat, and they don’t bother to choke back their sob this time, their hands shaking too hard to sign.