A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

What You Deserve (Undertale)

Why do I keep writing stuff like this? I need to stop. Someone kill me the next time I get an idea for another "character cries/is in pain and another helps them"

There was a sound like sobbing coming from their room, loud hitching breaths interspersed with moans and sniffles. Except it was like someone took a person's voice and made it more high pitched. It would've been alarming, as no one was supposed to be in their room and they don't recognize it from anyone they knew, but the pitiful sounds just made their heart hurt.

Frisk carefully paced closer to the half-open door, hand raising as if to push it, but not yet. They peeked through the gap and, seeing nothing, opened the door wider. The source of the sound didn't take long to find, and Frisk froze in surprise.

It looked like...Frisk. But not.

It was smaller, way smaller. Tiny. This tiny version of Frisk was curled up on its knees, crying in front of the family picture Frisk had on their bedside table. The tiny Frisk was small enough that there was no danger of falling off the table if it suddenly sprawled on its back.

Mouth falling opened, Frisk struggled to say something, demand an explanation, ask questions. In the end they decided to check if the tiny Frisk was okay first before looking for answers.

"... Hello?" Their voice was soft, unthreatening, yet the smaller...human...? ...The smaller maybe-human's head snapped up with wide eyes and a flinch as if Frisk had screamed out of nowhere.

Tiny Frisk tried to get up but stumbled down due to legs that apparently had fallen asleep. It yelped in a more high pitched version of Frisk's voice.

Frisk carefully went closer, staying close to the ground to seem less threatening despite their difference in size. Then they kneeled before their bedside table so they didn't loom over the poor miniature human.

The Tiny Frisk pushed themselves up so they leaned on their hands. Eyes wide with fear and confusion, they trembled as they stared up at Frisk, so Frisk gave a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you," They said, still in that soft voice.

Mini Frisk didn't say anything, but now they looked a little wary with their confusion. Which meant less of the fear, so the normal sized human counted that as progress.

"I'm Frisk," they continued, "Are you...me? Where did you come from?" They weren't able to stop the last question from bursting out, the curiosity was too much, but they did manage to not bombard the Little Them with any more questions.

There was a short silence as the smaller Frisk seemed to gather themself. Then, in a quiet voice they answered, "I'm... Frisk, too. It seems that..." They made an aborted movement of their head as if to glance at the picture behind them, but stopped before they could. "I'm from a different timeline and...I ended up here."

Woah. A different Frisk? Frisk didn't know this could happen, that two Frisks can exist in a single timeline. But...

There was pain in the furrow of Little Frisk's brow, in the tenseness of their shoulders, and in the way they tightly hugged their knees as if longing for a teddy bear to hug for comfort instead. Frisk wondered what happened in this other timeline, that this Other would be in pain at the mere thought of it. That they would be sobbing in front of Frisk's family picture...

The picture had long since become familiar to Frisk, but they glanced up at it anyways. The picture showed Frisk smiling happily at the camera, Mom and Asgore beside them. Frisk remembered having to pull Dad over and pouting at Mom until she relented to let the former King stand close.