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((SKSKSKSK hII i've been busy, and i apologize))

"Yeah, it's okay. If we don't see them soon, then we can set up a date for you to meet everybody," He added, watching Chara as they put the scarf on. They narrated themselves, and Frisk smiled sadly. Once they were out of view, he sighed. Frisk wanted to join them, he really did. But he needed...

"Oh," he mumbled, feeling anxious. He knew Chara wasn't too good with introductions, because of the Underground and its history. Frisk watched Chara knit the scarf, aware of the knitting being a coping mechanism for Chara. "Well, that's okay. We can try another time." Frisk suggested, the...

Frisk smiled back lightly at Chara, and waved at the three monsters in the kitchen. He went to go sit next to Chara, wishing he could ask questions. "Have you introduced yourself?" he asked, and added on, "I mean, to anybody else, besides Tor-mom."

((aaaaand that was short))

He takes a deep breath, and mumbles some words of encouragement to himself. He opens the creaky door, and leaves his room. He didn't forget to shut his door, however. Making his way to the stairs, he places his right hand on the railing, and makes his way down.

((alright!! get some rest, and i'll do my best to heal!))

He whispers to himself, "You are gonna be okay." He doesn't dare to look in a mirror as he makes his way to the door. Frisk slipped his hand on the door knob, feeling another cool rush, this time at his fingertips. His yellow eyes darted around to the floor and the doorknob. His head is pounding...

He ran his fingers through his hair, and cursed quietly to himself. "Shit..." He usually doesn't do it, unless he's under pressure, stressed out, or not in the greatest of moods. He doesn't really like to curse as well. His head was filled to the brim with dysphoric thoughts, and he sighs once...

The transboy watched them walk out of the room, the slight sadness he felt before go into his chest. Why was it always in his chest? He found that very odd. Any kind of feeling he got, being an emotion or pain, always swelled in his chest. Was something wrong with him? If so, what even was it...

((SKSKSKS NO I DONT-- im just in pain and i'm lazy, haha let's just hope my responses get longer)) "Whatever is fine. I'll be down there in about five minutes or something," he stretched his arms in front of him, looking back at Chara. "You should head downstairs yourself, though." Frisk didn't...

"Why would I lie to you?" He asked simply, an eyebrow cocked up. Frisk got a tentative feeling rush through his head, however. Why was Chara calling him by what he assigned himself? Why weren't they calling him by his deadname? Whatever the reason, it was getting a little suspicious. "I know...

He tilted his head at Chara, who was the one who entered his room. Frisk forgot about his curtains, and looked down in embarrassment. "Ah, yeah. Sorry about that," He apologized, feeling his chest swell. Chara and him were close as friends, but they don't know his secret that he's keeping. "I...

sksksksk, sure thing!! i wouldn't mind

The heavy, purple doors of the Ruins finally shut behind the human as he slipped out. His heart swelled as he left the nice goat woman, or Toriel. Sure, the human may have spared her, but the pain in his heart made him hurt. He really wish he never left her. Toriel seemed so...heartbroken, as he...

(before you read, here's a picture i found online of his appearance) The transgender laid across his bed, the "wonderful" feeling of body dysphoria taking up the space in his head. It's lovely, isn't it? Just feeling as if you're never going to be who you want to be, all while that eerie...