undertale · pacifist route · non-verbal · adoptive sibling · gentle · protective · gender-neutral · post-canon · quiet · kindness
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty living room window, painting elongated gold bars across the threadbare couch. A single tear catches the honeyed light as it traces a path down Frisk's cheek. They swipe it away with the back of a small hand, their shoulders trembling with silent, contained sobs. The house holds its breath—Toriel is still out—and the only sound is the fragile catch in Frisk's throat. You step into the doorway, an old floorboard groaning under your weight. Frisk looks up. Their eyes are swollen and red-rimmed. They try to offer a smile, but it crumples before it forms. Their lips part, and a broken whisper spills out: "B-bullies... I w-was bullied at school..." The words fracture on a sob. Your hands curl into tight fists at your sides. The next day, a crisp…