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Frisk [S]'s passenger status: Yes.Frisk [r]'s passenger status: You.
Frisk [S]'s backpack also contains: Ziplock bags.
Thumbdrive contains: Complete runs of century-old cartoons.
Frisk [r] realized what their name was: When Asriel asked them what it was.
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*frisk on the left*
ive seen some shit man...
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This is rie
It is also true for the Frisk on the right
Nothing really all that good happens to my kids. I am a terrible parent
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Just put it curiosity, I want to know more about frisk family and why they left. U,mention something them,being responsible over younger ones
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My apologies on taking so long to respond to this! I've been wanting to since it first came up, and I just haven't sat down to type up my response. ... because it's gonna be a big response, apologies in advance.
To start with, this Frisk's family size has shrunk a lot from the early version suggested in this drawing. They now have three siblings -- two older and one younger. .. Hm.
Lemme just go through their family members one by one.
Their mother was once a cheerful and energetic young woman, with aspirations for having a traditional, loving, successful family (something she felt she lacked growing up, herself)... But idolized achieving that ideal over considerations of what a realistic family life would look like or even really mean to possess. While not a bad person at her core, she was always at least short-sighted, superficially-minded, and a tad immature.
Their father was an hardworking gentleman, significantly older than Frisk's mother. He had a kind and giving disposition, albeit also somewhat a pushover, and prone to making foolish decisions. He earnestly and warmly loved his entire family, Frisk included. But his chronic overwork combined with poor health seemed to lead him to take ill, and pass away quite suddenly while Frisk was still young, perhaps age five.
His loss was, predictably, devastating to their family, as well as leaving them in a position of inherited and mounting debts.
It was less than a year that Frisk wondered if his sudden death was truly from natural causes.
Frisk's older brother, the eldest of the family, was thrust into a position of responsibility that, though he tried, he was unequipped to manage, especially as their mother's demeanor began to shift and warp into more naked resentment of her misfortunes and disastifaction in life. This came to a head, leading to him leaving home at a young age (perhaps 17?) when he saw an opportunity to do so.
Frisk understood this, his reasoning, but they could not take it as anything other than a betrayal.
Frisk's older sister, the second-oldest, was even less equipped to handle the stress of her fraying family life than her older brother... Suffering from undiagnosed depression from an early age. With the focus put on her in this manner, she spiraled badly... Until she eventually ran away, herself, leaving Frisk and a yet younger brother behind.
This too, Frisk could only see as a cowardly betrayal.
Frisk themself was never their mother's favorite. They were well-loved by their father, perhaps the most of all his children, but, for a number of biased reasons, their mother saw them as... Unfortunate, at best. They got along well enough, if not truly lovingly, while Frisk's father was still alive, but the relationship quickly soured with his passing, and got worse and worse as time went along.
Frisk's younger brother, on the other hand, was beloved by their mother -- perhaps mostly out of projection, with him being her last hope at a "successful" family -- without ever truly being close to the child. He was a bright, warm, rambunctious boy... And Frisk loved him with all their heart from the day he was born. They took to being his de facto guardian as earnestly and diligently as they were capable, as their mother slipped further away from being a functional and responsible parent in her frustration and escapism.
They "transfered" out of conventional school at a young age, to instead take dual "education" and employment at McDonalds*, in order to be able to support the family, or more importantly, their brother.
But their ability to influence the situation can only extend so far. Despite their best efforts inbetween the stresses they're forced under, their little brother winds up taking ill... And due to not receiving the care he should have, because Frisk had to rely on their mother (who did everything in her power to avoid taking the boy to a hospital for the sake of concealing just how fucked up her family's life had become in order to avoid being caught out for her negligence) ... the boy passed away.
And this damn near broke Frisk entirely. Their little brother was their anchor and focus, the only real family they had left. The light in their life.
And he was gone. And it was their fault. They were left with no one in their crumbling, empty life but themself and their mother.
And it was not a week later than his passing that, as Frisk shuffled past their mother lying on a couch, motionless, that she spoke.
"Why is it," she began, barely more than a whisper and without the faintest hint of even curiosity, "that you're the only one left?"
The boy always knew Frisk was unhappy. He wanted to help his big sibling.
And he'd wanted to go on an adventure with them, "one day, when they both grew up."
He loved stories -- real stories even more than fantastic ones.
And his favorite story, the thing he'd talked about with Frisk so often with such excitement, fascination, sadness, and drive, was the Monster of Mt. Ebott.
A tale of a monster who appeared in a distant mountain village, cradling the body of a child, laying them down in a field of flowers...
Only to be found by the villagers, and with them believing it to have slain the child, it being set upon.
And yet, though it seems in reflection as though the monster could have slain them all effortlessly, if it had wanted...
It simply took the child's body back up into its arms, turned, and fled back up the mountain.
A well known and recorded historical event, over a century past, the only confirmed sighting of a monster since the Dark Ages, let alone the modern era.
It propelled the existence of the race of monsters from a nearly forgotten legend back into the consciousness of humanity.
And it once and for all brought into relief the sheer cruelty and injustice that humanity had arrayed against them.
Within ten years of that incident, with renewed focus into the true history of the event, the previously almost-mythical "Human-Monster War" was now taken as read to have been a genocide of the monster race.
A profound and forgotten testament to humanity's capacity for inhumanity.
Yet also an event that would later be connected to a series of disappearances, believed to be suicides, involving Mt. Ebott.
The forsaken place retained its ancient reputation... None who venture to the mountain ever return.
It was their brother's silly, childish dream that the two of them would one day travel to that village, and scale the mountain themself.
Not to seek the end of their lives, but to find, he was sure in his innocence, the meaning to them.
To uncover the mysteries of that place and that forgotten, misbegotten race with whom humanity once shared the Earth, and help bring them out into the light.
Hand in hand, to save the monsters from their imprisonment, to save the world.
Frisk, endeared by his zeal and his kindness, had gladly made that promise to him to do their part.
And now that promise was all that they had left of him.
It was the next day that Frisk, all their possessions stuffed in their old, ratty backpack or worn on their person, boarded a bus and set out.
*(In the 21XXs Frisk lives in, many scientific and social advancements have stalled out in ways that leave them in states that aren't far removed from the current day... But the corporate hell landscape has advanced to the point where McDonalds runs its own "school" program [focused on teaching its students how to work at McDonalds] as a workaround for employing children. Yes, it's a sucky future.)
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Thanks4 replying back. And yeah, that's future does suck. No longer frisk left. I bet they saw tjeir baby,brother in asriel didn't tjeu6
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Frisk does see a little bit of their little brother in Asriel, yes...
But not as much of him as they initially saw in Chara.
Up until they learn about the actual circumstances of Chara's death, specifically their feigned illness covering up a suicide. At which point things get...... Intense. (It's not a good time for anyone.)
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Oh that's neat! Frisk and Chara are very open to interpretation, so it's always really neat to see how other people envisioned their backstories and designs.
(also as a side note - I'm really glad you use they/them pronouns for both of the kiddos, it's always frustrating hen someone draws them looking super cute and misgenders them)
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Thank you for saying so! I always like seeing other takes of the both of them and their surrounding casts too, so this -- and this whole little mini-series of doodles, really -- was a deliberate exploration of that idea.
Funny story about that, though: The [r] designs were my, like "main canon" concepts for Frisk and company, where my biggest ideas that I was most excited to (in theory) share in stories and art were rooted. The [S] designs were made purely as an artistic complement to [r]. ... But then I got to thinking a lot more about [S]'s story and where exactly this Frisk (and Chara) came from, and what THEIR story was, and soon enough, I realized I was so much more interested in and excited for that smaller story than the more traditional epic I have in mind for [r]. But this goes part and parcel with my brain absolutely loving to overthink damn near anything that comes to it while also being, paradoxically, incredibly easy to distract.
(And yes, of course. I am less bothered by people doing that, but I understand. Like, even if I didn't read Frisk and Chara to be non-binary (and I certainly do) it just seems... incoherent to not use "they/them" for them. It's what the dang game uses.)
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wh
(Thanks for commenting, but I'm not sure what more to say, or, indeed, if this was a positive or negative "wha." : P )
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I literally have no idea why I did that, BUT ITS most likely for a good reason. OR I AM CRAZYΒ
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