BUTTERSCOTCH CINNAMON PIE MEMORIES||o, joining, Frisk needed

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    [center]


    WELL, I KNOW YOU LAY IN BED, CONTEMPLATING YOUR OWN DEATH
    Well, just look at what you've done. Don't you dare forget the sun love.—



    He had burned a few herbs to cover the scent of the Sanctum, until it was known of their enemies and allies the small medic trainee could not afford to put them in danger. Word had gotten around about a small flower pleated child who resided here. Nick had a cousin back in the day, they were always around buttercup flowers and absolutely loved sweaters of any kind. With the rumor worded how it was he asked around and got it confirmed that TRoT had a medic by the name of Frisk who fit the discription.


    Frisk. He remembered the name, he remembered the afternoons talking away the hours and eating Skywatcher's butterscotch cinnamon pie. The main coon kitten smiled at the memories, his baggage momentarily forgotten. Soon enough the border approached and he sat down calmly.
    A black bowtie lay around his neck and a gold clasped case lazily rested at his side. "Hello? I-I'm looking for my cousin Frisk!"


    [fancypost=background:#AE594F;height:2px;padding:0;width:450px;]

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]warm afternoons under the sun, eating hot butterscotch-cinnamon pies... none of that rings a bell. you never met your "parents" in this dimension and personally, you've never thought of locating them either. probably because you literally have no leads to go on.


    after ghoulians visit, you'd be lying if you said people showing up on the borders dont make you even a tad bit cautious. "im pretty sure that i dont have any cousins outside of radioactiveplagues family." unless artpop, funhaus, or sans have some sort of sibling they never told you about, that is. as you step forward, your eyes are trailing all over nick, searching for any recognition. something stirs in your mind, but you cant say if that something is familiarity or not. you frown at him. no.. you dont know this person at all, "ah, i think you have me confused for someone else. sorry." theres a lot of frisks running around feralfront, after all, what with the underverse timelines bleeding into one another and everything.
    /rushed asf [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#000000;][font=georgia]★ PLUTO H. P. S. X. W. - making momma so proud, but your voice is too loud - tags
    The male drew to a halt besides Frisk with an idle flick of his ear. He did not really have any place here at this current scene considering the fact that he was neither the one that had been called out for or a relevant individual. After all, he was just the skinny little kid that trailed around after his clanmates so the fact that he was currently observing what was occurring was merely a product of that ghosting that he more often that not found himself doing. He was in no way close to Frisk however, he did know of them and therefore felt somewhat comfortable with drawing to their side at this present interaction. From the snippet of the conversation that he had caught upon arriving upon the scene, it seemed that this stranger had come to visit Frisk, or at least 'a Frisk' and the one besides him did not know them at all. He almost felt bad for maine coone youth.


    After all, they had made the effort to come all the way over to their border just to discover that who they were searching for was apparently not around. However, Pluto stopped himself from frowning in sympathy, not wishing to offend or irk the child. The hybrid youth knew better than to take pity on those in unfortunate situations because most of the time they did not need such emotions from others. They needed things like answers or resolutions to the poor circumstances that they were in. They did not need people like himself throwing them a mental pity party. Pluto did however find himself throwing a curious little glance over to Frisk, interest sparking within his electric blue gaze before his focus swiftly honed back in onto the unfamiliar face on the border. He remained quiet, ears angled towards the smaller feline as he waited in silent anticipation for whatever response would be given in turn to the denial.


    WELL, I KNOW YOU LAY IN BED, CONTEMPLATING YOUR OWN DEATH
    Well, just look at what you've done. Don't you dare forget the sun love.—


    Nick shook his head, this was their Frisk it was and he knew it. How? They didn't know him, that's how. "I assume you wouldn't know about Chara or Victoria Chase if that's the case?" The feline asked, tilting his head to the side. He made note of the newcomer beside Frisk and the sorrow that shone in their eyes, they thought that his journey had been all for naught. Oh how wrong they were. He knew that his Frisk had found new family, he knew that they didn't remember him. That's why he had spent so long searching for them. All other Frisks that he had visited had either tried to kill them or pretended to know him out of pity, this was the only one who was honest.
    [center]"Speaking"


    [fancypost=background:#AE594F;height:2px;padding:0;width:450px;]