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Envy

Summary:

Frisk moves leisurely through the Ruins, with their eyes fixed on the ground, kicking at fallen red leaves. Is it worth it?

 

Chara is being cranky. And they think too much :)

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My first work after 8 years... I feel awkward

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Your gaze is focused on the little hands eagerly clutching a slice of freshly baked pastry. Warm, melted butter dripping from the hot pie reflects the dim yellow light in the room. You can't smell it; you can only imagine it. Remember it. You wince at the unpleasant feeling, the nature of which you can't yet identify. Or don't want to.

Frisk takes their first bite. The crunch of the crispy crust interrupts the smacking sound of the soft filling. You watch the rhythmic movement of jaws in anticipation, paying attention to the disgusting sounds of a food bolus forming. You wince, noticing the crumbs on the blue sweater and the filling smeared around their mouth. Sickening. They're already covered in grease. You sigh demonstratively, but your lungs don't fill with air. You simply don't have any lungs.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of swallowing. You want to puke. Why are they doing this? Why are they eating, knowing that they'll soon be obliterated by another monster with a single blow? They simply don't stand a chance. A child barely taller than a nightstand against a nation of monsters? Pfft. They can't even count to ten. They'll be killed with a snap of a claw. It's obvious. You desperately want to believe it.

"What are you staring at?" The younger human carefully places the half-eaten pie on a napkin and tilts their head to the side, supporting it with their palm and giving you a mischievous grin.

"Nothing. Wipe your face, you look disgusting."

Frisk raised an eyebrow questioningly. You roll your eyes and trace the area around your mouth with your index finger. Frisk shrugs, then, reaching for the napkin holder, pulls out a napkin and casually wipes their mouth. The skin flushes from the rough contact with the napkin, their damp lips and plump cheeks filling up with blood. You're fascinated. With a light touch of skinny fingers, you feel your own face, but all you sensate is an irritating chill. You have no blood vessels, no blood, you're made of nothing. A tight feeling in your throat makes it hard to think, and you choose to ignore it.

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Running water splashes against the bottom of the sink, scattering itself everywhere, and childish laughter echoes throughout the kitchen. Frisk has never properly used a faucet, and you recognize yourself in this. You remember the cool drops that refreshingly splashed your face and soaked your shirt. The way the damp fabric pressed against your chest, how uncomfortable, yet at the same time fun it felt. You can barely recall the consistency of water, and you haven't felt warmth in a long time. You only know its absence—cold. You feel unwell.

Frisk shakes out their sweater, stuffs the untied lace into their dusty sneaker, and heads for the doorway. Are they ready? You really want it to be true. Staying in this place for so long causes you emotional pain. Physical pain, alas, has long been alien to you. This home is no longer yours; you've been forgotten, and no one needs you anymore.

Frisk interrupts your thoughts, turning around, waiting for your approval. You swallow nervously, then nod lazily, your mouth barely quirking into a weak smile. You don't know why you're smiling. You've never liked people; you've given up on them. However, your gaze lingers on a young face: rosy cheeks, a freckled nose, eyes full of determination. There's life in them. That same feeling awakens within you once again, as if devouring your non-existent organs. A little more, and you'd think your eyes would fill with tears. You finally recognize this feeling. Envy.

Frisk moves leisurely through the Ruins, with their eyes fixed on the ground, kicking at fallen red leaves. Is it worth it? Do they deserve to die just because you envy their body, their blood, their SOUL? You smile to yourself.

"Hey. Stay determined, partner. Everything will be fine."

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Thanks for reading!!! I would appreciate your comments ^^