Odrian and Dionys were on their feet in an instant. “Stella!” Odrian screamed. Both men rushed toward the tent, their weapons drawn as they pushed past one another to reach the women first. A shadow detached itself from the tent and fled into the darkness. Dionys and Odrian exchanged one look—a single, wordless understanding—before Dionys…

Later, Dionys returned to the tent to find that Alessia had moved just enough to grab Queen Dottie and her sewing kit from her satchel. He paused just inside the entrance, taking in the scene: Alessia’s needle flashing, the doll’s limbs neatly pinned, thread reinforcing worn joints. He exhaled through his nose. “Most wounded soldiers…

“Why won’t this Greene guy answer his DAMN COMM!?” Frisk jumped awake at the angry shout, heart pounding in her chest and magic flaring to life at her fingertips, anxiety molding it to form. As the words echoed in the cargo hold her panic faded, smothered under a blanket of alert calm and awareness. Some of…

Frisk watched the spaceport from her hiding place among pallets and shipping crates waiting to be loaded. Her stomach twisted with anxiety at the sheer number of people around her, the open space. Every time someone came too close to her hiding spot, Frisk flinched away, back into the shadows. She jumped at any sound…

—Red— Red snorted as he read Sans’ misspelled name on his cup of coffee. “ ‘sands’, eh?” They’d left The Parlor and were again walking the paths of the park, Red trying to make aimless conversation as he built up the nerve to break the question. “it’s course, rough, and irritatin’,” Sans answered with a…

—Red— Red held the café door open for Sans, noting how hard his counterpart was shivering with a frown. “y’shoulda worn a thicker coat,” Red commented as they took their place at the back of the queue. “yer shakin’ like a fuckin’ maraca.” “it’s the s-song of my p-people,” Sans snarked back as his teeth…

—Sans— He hadn’t meant to come home late. Sans had been forced to stop working his hot dog cart by the arrival of winter. As the first snows melted to slush people stopped going outdoors during the day, and it wasn’t profitable enough for the company to continue running his stand. He’d secretly been grateful.…

—Sans— He hadn’t meant to come home late. Sans had been forced to stop working his hot dog cart by the arrival of winter. As the first snows melted to slush people stopped going outdoors during the day, and it wasn’t profitable enough for the company to continue running his stand. He’d secretly been grateful.…