[She doesn't have to know who it was. Even if she figures it out, she won't have to live with knowing, one way or another. Inside the parcel is a a scarf knitted in pale blue, and a matching pair of mittens. The pattern all along the length of the scarf is a line of turquoise spears.
...perhaps that had been too cruel.
But they thought that maybe she'd need a reminder.
[She holds the scarf in her hands, runs her fingers over the spears. And despite herself, she smiles.
She has to find them. Wishes she had seen them delivering the gift. But if anything, this was a renewal of faith. That Frisk still cared enough to think of her.
Now she just needs to think of them. Do something right.
12/25; gift left outside her door
...perhaps that had been too cruel.
But they thought that maybe she'd need a reminder.
Thank you, Alphys.
Good night.]
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She has to find them. Wishes she had seen them delivering the gift. But if anything, this was a renewal of faith. That Frisk still cared enough to think of her.
Now she just needs to think of them. Do something right.
*You are filled with DETERMINATION.]