A LITTLE IRONY | PRIVATE, FRISK

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    Pierce had been having trouble sleeping as of late. Maybe it was because he knew his kittens would be born any day now; he was dreading it more than he had pretty much anything ever. This wasn't like professing his love to someone, or even having to go up to someone and tell them their son had died. This was... different. He had always known he wanted to have kids with someone he loved, and he had, but that certain someone was gone now, and he didn't think he was coming back, so now, the vice-leader was stuck with a stomach full of kittens he hardly wanted, knowing they would only remind him of Ev. He reminded himself, though, that children were a blessing. He knew that- he loved kids. Maybe it'd be like a way to keep his ex-boyfriend with him. Was that selfish? He didn't know, but the thoughts plagued his mind nearly every night now, and with the combination of random cramps and false labor pains, it was difficult to find sleep until late into the night, if at all.


    Tonight was one where he had a feeling he wasn't going to get any. So, despite the aching of his paws, he wrapped himself up in his usual red scarf and went out for a walk.


    He had been wandering for a short while - maybe fifteen minutes -, when he found himself stepping into camp. It was dead silent at this time of night, not a soul in sight as the biting breeze blew through the clearing, winding between bare trees. His eyes watered slightly against it, but he blinked it away, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The only light provided was that of the moon, its rays spilling over the snow, and perhaps a candle or two glowing inside a nightowl's home, though it offered nearly no light to the speckled feline.


    Pierce walked aimlessly for a while, peering at some little things that he wouldn't normally notice in the day, when the camp was so full of life. However, after a few minutes of silence, a noise - movement inside a den - caught his attention, head snapping upward and ears perking toward the hut. "Hello?" he called quietly, careful not to awaken the neighbors of whoever was in the hut, though his voice was raised loud enough for them to hear, if they were awake. He approached the door on light paws, knocking softly on it and, when there was no response, gently pushing it open. "Is everything- Frisk?" That was their name, wasn't it? The vice-leader paused in the doorway, not wanting to step further inside as his gaze rested on the sleeping form of the child, though he forced himself to take another step in. "Are you alright, love?" He couldn't quite tell what was going on- were they... dreaming, or something?

    pastelboy oof sorry this is kinda bad & let me know if i need to edit anything!!

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    Dust covers your hands, the dust of fallen monsters you've killed. You didn't allow yourself to think about what you were doing, if you did then you wouldn't be able to continue. Your grip tightened on the knife in your hand. You wanted out of the ruins, out of the underground, and you wanted Toriel out of your way. The goat-like creature blocked your exit, the massive purple door, and you knew that it was time to get rid of her. You let out a slow breath and let her monologue. You already knew what she was going to say, you'd heard it several times before. Time's where you reset and went back because you were scared and weak. But not anymore.


    As soon as Toriel stopped talking, you knew what had to be done and wasted no time. This time, you wouldn't go back. You're committed. You lunge forward with the knife and swing it wildly. Toriel's face turns to one of horror as-


    You're woken up violently by a soft, familiar voice and immediately you're on your feet and your mind is frantic. You know know that it wasn't some random nightmare. Everything in that dream was something that's happened, something you did, and you remember your adoptive mother's face as you dug the knife through her stomach. All for what? Your stupid ending that you just couldn't resist. A wave of panic rushes over you and your breaths are quick, shaky and irregular. You know you're hyperventilating, but you're helpless to stop it. Your dark eyes look around the den wildly, not knowing when to do or what to focus on to calm down. When you see Pierce you let out a strangled noise of distress before quickly managing to back yourself into the corner of the den. All of your senses are overwhelmed and your brain is scattered. You're so focused on the dream- rather, the memory- you have no idea what's real and what's in your head anymore.


    You try to yell out, resulting in frantic, ugly noises, which only freaks you out further. 'I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!' you want to scream, but you're unable to. You didn't want to hurt anyone, it... it wasn't you in control! You're just a kid! You're cowered in the corner, shaking. You don't want to remember. You just want to forget everything you did. More than anything you just want to go back to your dimension and see all your family again and save everyone. But you can't. You're stuck here, panicked and crying.


    You feel your sins crawling on your back.


    //don't worry, they'll probably calm down when pierce starts to talk to them. this was a lil rushed, sorry


    //sorry i couldn't quite match, my muse hasn't been the best lately & ur fine !! it's perfect !

    The dappled boy knew all about nightmares- for months following Riddlersgame's attack on him and Jerseyboy, the memories, distorted and amplified by his sleeping mind, would return, every single night finding a different way to torture him with the past. It had gotten to the point that he hadn't slept at all, kept awake by the image of his best friend holding a dagger over his head that was forever burned into his eyelids. Even now, the dreams came sometime, but most of the time, he was too tired to even have any dreams, the stress of everything going on in his life now weighing down on him. Thoughts of Rid and his past were usually happier now, now that he had... fixed that problem. He had to admit, he missed Rid, but did he regret what he did? Not really. He knew what a terrible thing it was to kill someone, but Riddler had been beyond help, and he had hurt so, so many. Pierce couldn't let him get to anyone else, not after what happened to Lottie.


    He couldn't help but think of those dreams as Frisk leapt to their paws, wondering what haunted them so that it even came to them in their dreams. Of course, it could have just been any child's nightmare, but he was a father - he knew what those were like, and most times, they weren't nearly so intense. Pierce watched in tense silence as they looked around the den, their breathing quick, almost too quick- they were panicking, and he knew this couldn't end well. He knew the younger Blizzardclanner's behaviour far too well, for it was the same one he once displayed, though there hadn't been anyone there to walk him through it. "Frisk," he repeated, tone unbelievably gentle as he stepped toward them, his steps quick though quiet against the floor. "Breathe. It's okay. You're gonna be okay." The serval moved forward, instinctually brushing his paw against their cheek in a comforting gesture, murmuring a quiet, "It's only me. It's Pierce." He could only hope his soft assurances would help calm them down. "It was only a dream, sweetie."

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    The words that Pierce spoke seemed almost as if they were a background noise, like he was the TV Frisk had left on in another room. It didn't seem real, nothing really did, like it was all still a dream. Everything was foggy and blurred by adrenaline, making it hard to focus. 'Breath...' they heard. "Trust me, I'm trying," they wanted to say back, but they couldn't speak. Even if they could, they would be too shaky and disgruntled to say something so witty. Frisk's world was spinning and they just wanted it all to stop so they could grab their bearings. But no, they were standing at the middle of their mind's intersection, emotions soaring past like cars. They felt like they rather be in an actual interstate, getting hit by an actual-


    Suddenly, there's a feeling on their cheek, and then there's a figure in front of them. Frisk looks up and through all the blur they see the figure's eyes, and they hear his calming voice. It's just Pierce. Though they really didn't know him all that much, they found it comforting. Slowly, the feline sat down, taking comfort in the large, soft scarf around their neck and the familiar serval in front of them. Of course, Pierce couldn't possibly know that it wasn't just a dream, but it didn't matter. Frisk's breathing slowed and their shaking was now small. Their golden eyes looked up at Pierce, filled with thankfulness, and they let out a small hum, their way of trying to thank him.


    //sorry about the sudden change from 2nd to 3rd person. i'm still trying out figure out which one i like more!




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