Who knew.. (FRANS)

-SOULS-

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She had exited the alley, to the back of the village.

As she continued forward, she approached a small, one floor, peach-colored and orange cottage with a few cracked windows.

Smiling drowsily at the sight, she stepped over a few sticks and branches.

Reaching the familiar front door, she brought her hand over the handle and twisted her wrist with a click. Once the door creaked open, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Taking off her brown flats and placing them to the side, she walked to the living room. Her brown orbs landed on a man laying on the couch, surprisingly no empty liquor bottles in sight. 

Her eyes softened as she softly tip-toed to the laying figure on the worn-out, hazel couch.

"dad? are you awake? will you eat?" She whispered as she gently tapped on his shoulder, making him shift a bit in his position.

Once she heard a soft grunt, she smiled a bit and went to the kitchen.

Quickly grabbing a fry pan, she set it on the small, weak stove, she turned on the fire and went to the mini fridge, opening it and grabbing an egg from it.

She continued making eggs, knowing she was tired, but she can always wait.

When she was finished, she placed the now cooked eggs onto a white plate, and pouring orange juice in a small cup. Grabbing 2 pieces of bread to finish the 'meal', she walked out of the kitchen and placed the cup and plate on the table in front of the couch which her father laid upon.

She walked up to her father before whispering "dad, come on, get up. you need to eat." She said as she grabbed his hand.

His arm that was previously on his face, covering his eyes, had now dropped to his side as his eyebrows were furrowed.

Helping him sit up, she noticed his grey eyebrows furrowed, as if his head was aching. He rubbed the side of his head, his messy grey-blonde hair tangled in between his fingers.

"need water?" She asked gently as she tilted her head to the side in a soft smile.

Bringing his grey pupils that had lost its shine, to her brown, shiny, so full of hope eyes, he continued to stare at her, tearing up.

Surprised at this, she swiftly sped her way to the kitchen, with worry in her eyes.

Once she had brought a glass of water from the kitchen, she placed her left hand on his back and holding the cup with her right hand as she helped him drink it.

As he did so, tear drops still rolled down his cheek, which made frisk's heart- no SOUL burn and a lump in her throat tighten.

She gulped, hoping she would be able to swallow the lump within her throat down. When he was done, she placed the cup down and went to wipe his tears with both of her hands.

"shh, its alright, your alright" Frisk assured quietly, which only made more tears fall from his eyes.

It was the same words Frisk's mother would tell them when they were upset or hurt.