BULLSHIT, YOU FUCKING MISS ME / O, TRYING TO READ

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    KEEP ON HAUNTING ME — frisk — TRoT — they/them — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]ever since bill goaded you for your inability to read, you found yourself wanting to learn. like that time where oakmire took a swing at you because you used sign language in his presence, the ringmasters mockery made you conscious of your fault. its not that you havent tried to learn, its more like nobody stayed around long enough to teach you.


    there was artpop, who read you bedtime stories, and every now and then he'd coax you into finishing off a sentence (which is something you took pride in, and still do) but then he well.. passed away. and then there was henri, and you two had bonded some, enough that the old leader was letting you peak into his book of magic and training you to recite the spells. however, akin to arty, he also died.


    you're almost positive nobody around here wants to teach you how to read words off of a page, so you dont bother to ask. right now, you're laying down just within the camp, nose pushed into a large book thats been spread out before you. you squint at the words there, trying to find some sense in them, recognize any of them, but its a lost cause; you're staring down into a spanish textbook (but you dont know this!), and heaven above knows you dont know a lick of spanish.

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    THE SKY'S OVERCAST — victoria — traveler — genderfluid — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It was rather amusing to see Frisk struggle with practically a Spanish textbook. Victoria knew French, not Spanish. Of course they were going to be no help in the situation at all. They assumed that Frisk knew some Spanish, because who picks up a Spanish book if they can't read it? Oh.. Do they know how to read? Saving Frisk from embarrassment the other approached Frisk. "It's not in English, it's in Spanish."

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    KEEP ON HAUNTING ME / frisk / TRoT&KoE / they&them / tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]"its not in english, its in spanish."
    you glance up rather warily, eyes taking in victoria as your chest tightens. you dont know any other language aside from english and signing, and while you can speak english and send off hand gestures faster than the blink of an eye, you could never make sense of what was displayed on paper. but this isnt even english? well, that explains why you havent been able to pick out a single word, a simple one like "the" and whatnot. "are you sure its not?" you mumble quietly for conformation, flicking your ears up at vic in dismay. "what am i supposed to read now?"

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    THE SKY'S OVERCAST — victoria — traveler — genderfluid — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]"I can't read that shit, so it's not English." Maybe that could have been phrased better, but they could care less. They shouldn't even be talking to the other anymore, they weren't friends. What were they enemies, nope. Honestly Victoria just thought of them as Chara's littermate and that was it. The two seemed to know each other more than Victoria had ever known Frisk. What am I supposed to read now? "The bible, you fuck. Cleanse your sins." Oops. They couldn't hold themselves back before saying such a comment. The words just flew out of their mouth before they could process what was it that they had said to the child.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]thats because you and chara have history, more history than you and victoria do. you dont really view chara as a sibling, nor do you see them as a friend. you call them that, but to you they're just.. chara, if that makes sense. there arent many words you can use to describe them, and none of them feel right anyway. chara is your partner; nothing more, nothing less.


    its not english, though? ah, well. thats discouraging, and your ears fold into your skull as victoria continues. "read a bible, you fuck. cleanse your sins." at those words, you blink twice in bewildered succession, staring up at her. bible? sins? half of those are words you've heard of, but you dont know what they mean, "whats a bible? whats a sin?" bible sounds more familiar than sin, though; zowie.. zowie had carried one around, hadnt he? a bible is a book, right? must be, from the way victoria put it. and thus, another complication occurs, "and how do i read it?"[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS