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At first, i was so confused.
I do not remember much of our first minutes together.
My consciousness had struggled to manifest.
Most of it was a conflicting torrent of faint thoughts and emotions.
They mixed together in a drowned out blur.
I can recall feeling light. Fragile, perhaps.
My presence was faint, hardly even there.
It was a leaf, ready to be flung back into the abyss it had crawled out of at the smallest gush of wind.
I remember pain.
I remember fear.
I remember regret.
Even now, i am unsure how much of those feelings had been mine.
When my mind begun to clear, i was able to grasp my surroundings.
It left me wondering.
Why was i here again ?
Why could i feel again ?
...We had failed, hadn’t we ?
My legs began to move on their own.
I felt a drive pushing me forward.
It pushed me to continue towards the unknown.
I was unable to grasp this feeling.
Then, i saw her.
She did not seem to recognise me.
Soon, i came to understand why.
I was not me.
I was someone else.
Then, there was a light.
I instinctually came to realise. That feeling had not been mine, but theirs.
I attempted to formulate the thought.
They heard me.
No, they felt me.
One more thing soon became obvious.
This life. This body.
It did not belong to me.
I was a visitor. A passenger.
I merely rode along in theirs.
In Frisk’s.
They had not given me their name.
Yet it had come to me as naturally as my own.
It appeared they too, were transparent.
...But why ?
What was the purpose of this reincarnation ?
I continued following them along.
Not that i had much of a choice.
They kept reacting to my thoughts.
I did not intend to be a guide.
Not at first, at least.
Particularly not to a human.
I suppose some things simply turn out the way they do.
I despise humans.
I wanted to despise them, too.
I tried to.
I failed.
They were difficult to hate.
I attempted to be rude. To show them disdain.
Yet their mind was too transparent for me to form any sincere dislike.
The more they explored, and the more monsters they encountered.
The more i could feel them.
The more i could feel their thoughts. Their emotions. Their fears.
Even their pains. Their regrets.
They were an open book...
One who’s protagonist was not the vilain.
Even a misanthrope like I could recognise this much.
I only ‘hated’ them out of principle.
Of course, they had known about all of that.
They didn’t mind it.
It did not take me long to drop those pretenses of animosity.
She did not want them to leave.
They had to.
I was surprised to be rooting for them.
She hugged them.
I did not realise how much i had missed this sensation.
They kept the hug going just a bit longer than they were going to.
I knew why. I felt it.
I did not thank them for it. I did not manage to.
But i had thought about it, so i knew i didn’t have to.
Perhaps. I begun to think.
Perhaps we could be companions.
Enter a mutually beneficial arrangement for our continued existence.
This was how i justified it to myself.
In reality, i was starting to enjoy their company.
It was odd, really.
How fast my feelings had changed.
Perhaps it was a perk of our unique situation.
I had barely met them, yet already i knew them extremely well.
I knew them better then i had ever known anyone.
Even the Dreemurrs.
Perhaps, better even than i had ever known myself.
The feeling was mutual, too.
I had tried to stay secretive.
To maintain myself a mystery.
It proved to be an impossible task.
Our bond was too strong.
Whenever i was reminded of my fall when they fell.
Whenever i was reminded of my death when they died.
They would perceive it.
I would perceive that they have perceived it.
We would shrivel in the mutual understanding of our sorrows.
All without a word...
I did not realise this before.
But i have been lonely.
As far as i can remember.
I have kept my heart tightly sealed away.
Even to those closest to me.
I had considered this to be normal.
I believed that exposing my feelings would mean showing weakness.
I did not want to be weak.
Big kids don’t cry...
I am not lonely anymore.
We will never have to feel alone again.
When we reached his castle, we had changed.
Our partnership had been fruitful.
We had achieved symbiosis.
With every echo of our feet on the floor.
With every beat of our heart.
We resonated with the same feeling.
I do not need to be a visitor.
This could be who we are.
Together.
They never said my name out loud.
But they mouthed it with our lips, while staring into the mirror.
The true name, that of what they couldn’t see.
That of an intangible presence within their own mind.
The voice in their head.
The feeling in their heart.
The light in their soul.
I had become a part of them.
Yes, Frisk.
Despite everything, its still you.
Perhaps. With body and soul so deeply interwined.
Developping affection had been a matter of when, not a matter of if.
I could not pinpoint when the nature of this affection changed.
Not precisely.
Nevertheless.
Now that we sit here, at the end of this journey.
With our legs hanging over the cliff.
While our friends hurry to descend the path.
I believe it is time for me to acknowledge.
I love them.
I can feel a timid warmth growing in our soul.
A calm embrace envelops my consciousness.
Our heart is beating faster.
They wrap our arms around us.
A tear leaks out of our eye.
They love me too.