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Summary:

Ebott's new Festival.
On this occasion and for the first time since the Emergence, the Monster Capital opens its doors to the world.

It's a unique time to mingle and meet new faces! As for you, you're back in town at the request of an old friend.

Meeting a charming bunch of skeletons during your stay isn't part of the plan, but they look like they could use a friend.

 

[English is not the Author's native language]

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

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"You are on you own now." 

 

A light breeze caresses your cheeks and makes you shiver.

The nights are getting colder. If not for the clear sky and the promise to see stars, no doubt you would have packed your bags and left this cursed town long ago. A sigh escapes from your lips. You lean on the walk railing and take a deep breath before straightening the scarf around your neck. 

 

A soft tug on your leg makes you look down at the child at your feet. Huddled-up, they stare at the horizon in silence but you can tell what's bothering them.

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.

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"Hey, why the long face? We've been over this already."

 

From the corner of your eye, you can see them flinch. Their soft brown hair falls gently down to their neck, framing their face on which a slight pout has already appeared. They nervously pull the hem of their striped sweater.

Suddenly, their head whips up in your direction and instantly, your get lost in those two ruby red eyes. 

 

'Do you really have to go ?'

 

"Eh, you're one tough cookie. You'll be fine." You grin as you affectionately pet their hair, only getting a weak smile in return. "And if you do get in trouble, I'll be there."

 

We look out for our own

 

As the waves silently crash a few meters down on the beach, a comfortable silence settles. A moment of silent companionship you both enjoyed, and hopefully the last.

 

 

 

 

'Can I ask you a question?' 

 

You hum your response, turning your head slightly so you can focus on their hands.

 

'We are still friends, right ?'

 

Their expression, usually a model of unwavering determination, is a bit strained and they give you an expectant look.

 

 

 

"That's right." Comes your answer, an easy smile on your lips. "Never doubt that."

 

That answer seems to appease them and your expression softens.

 

"Anyway." You start with a stretch, "I know you can do it, so give it you best, alright ?"

 

 

 

"I'll be on my way-hm?" 

 

... 

 

"Right."

 

...

 

"It's a promise then."

 

 

 

 

"See you around, Frisk"