The Finnish Group Formed

Razor sat by Frisk and stared at her. “You gonna be okay?” He asked as he worked to dry Esther’s hair. She was sitting in front of him, waving her hands near the fire to keep warm.

“I have lost people before, had them bleed out in the ambulance, go into cardiac arrest and not being able to revive them, even had them die while wheeling the gurney into the bus. But I’ve never had them taken from me before, I’ve never been made unable to help before.”

“...you get used to it.” Razor said, looking away with pain in his eyes.

Esther leaned into Razor, hugging one of his legs. “Don’t be sad…”

“I’m what I am so I can help people!” Frisk said. “I won’t get used to it!”

“In a world where evil people live, you have to get used to it!” Razor snapped, suddenly on his feet. “Want to know why? Because life can change in a second! One second your parents love you because they think you’re normal, but the next they’re trying to slit your throat open out of fear of what you are. One minute you can be chatting with your best friend and the next, some assholes are dragging them away for being a meta! Life isn’t fair, doc, so ya better get used to it!”

Turning, he stomped away to cool himself off.

Esther just sat there and stared at Frisk. “Sowwy about Razor. He…he’s been hurt. Lots…”

Frisk sighed. “If there’s ever a next time I’m not running away as long as there are people needing help.”

“Lots of people in the undergwound need help.” Esther said with a big smile. “Maybe you can help them!”

“Maybe.” Frisk said, shoving back her locks in frustration.

Only time would tell…