Undertale | The Royal Hunt | M | AO3
Context: Frisk is a teen girl stuck in a foreign world while on the run from a group of terrifying warriors after them. While taking a breather after a "traumatizing" chase, one of her friends, a monster kid called MK, suddenly runs of, and Frisk manages to find them at the grave of their birth parents. They have a small talk about their fears and Frisk tries to reassure them to the best of her abilities.
“You, erm, want me to be perfectly honest, kid?” Frisk began. “I’m terrified.”
MK turned around and looked at her with disbelief.
“Really…?” they asked.
“Yeah,” Frisk said.
“Of what?”
“I’m… I’m terrified of… everything. I mean, of The Hunt, the strange places, of-”
“Of me?” MK asked.
“Wha-, no,” Frisk said. “Of course not. Why would I be? You’re… you’re nice. And cute. Maybe the nicest kid I met.”
MK gave out a quick but brief smile.
“Or maybe I just know better now,” Frisk pondered, looking down on her shaking hand. “Truth is… all these past few days have felt like a nightmare. There are even times where I wanna just crawl into some hole somewhere and scream until I die.”
She gave out a sigh.
“So why don’t you?” MK asked curiously.
Frisk looked over the horizon, towards the swamp as if it would give her the answer.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Guess I’m just too stubborn. Or maybe I just… I just know nothing good would come of it.”
MK looked unsure of how to react. Frisk approached and sat on the other end of the pile. Suddenly, tears began to flow from the kid, and sobbing followed.
“Hey, hey,” Frisk said and pushed herself slightly closer. “Look. I get it. The point is, I don’t blame you for being scared. But, I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of, ok? I’m scared. Flowey’s scared. Some are just better at hiding it.”
“Y-you think so?” MK asked in the middle of tears.
“Yeah…” Frisk reassured them.
“Even Mickey?”
“Eh, maybe,” Frisk said. “Maybe a little. But if he isn’t, then that guy would be an idiot. Especially against us.”
MK gave a teary chuckle for a moment before it faded again.
“Can I tell you a story?” Frisk asked gently. “In one of, err, my “foresight” events, y’know my “visions”, alternate outcomes, Flowey and I decided to part ways after we realized The Hunt was close by. But you wanna know what you did?”
“I… I followed anyway?” MK guessed.
“Yeah, but not only that. Not only did you secretly follow after us without hesitation into literal danger, but... when all three of us were hiding under a pile of logs from two of the deadliest of the bunch… you were literally smiling.”
“R-really?! I was smiling?!”
“Yeah, no bullshit! You even said it was cool! Straight up, we were hiding with these lunatics only a few steps away, and you said “cool” with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on your face!”
MK gave a small grin before it faded quickly.
“I guess that version of me just didn’t know better or something…” they said.
Frisk thought for a moment and then shrugged.
“Maybe,” she said. “But I believe it shows that, deep inside you, you’re strong enough to be brave. Nah, I don’t just believe it. I know you are.”
MK nodded in understanding.
“Do you think they’re here?” they asked. “With us? Watching us right now, only we can’t see them?”
Frisk pondered that question for a moment. She often wondered about that as a child, about her own mother. As she grew older, however, she became far from religious.
But after everything, she found herself pondering those questions once again.
“I’d like to think so,” Frisk said. “But wherever they are, if they are watching, then they should be proud of you.”
“I hope they wouldn’t envy my new parents,” MK added.
“Eh, I doubt it,” Frisk said reassuringly. “If anything, they should be proud they managed to raise you”-
(Had to remove a few words at the end there to fit in the 600 word hard limit)