Echofell

"Frisk, smile!"

The nine year old girl giggled as she aimed a missing toothed grin at G's camera.

"There we go." He said as the camera clicked. The little girl hurried up to watch the photo come out. "There's that pretty smile."

She giggled again, hugging the tall monster.

-_-

"Like this G?"

Thirteen year old Frisk laid in the meadow, dressed in a white dress. Her long curls drifted so it looked like she was floating.

"Yep! Now close your eyes, and pretend you're having the best dream of your life."

A dreamy smile appeared on her face. G grinned as he snapped a photo.

-_-

"G, you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." Nineteen year old Frisk said.

He chuckled as he snapped another photo of his blushing bride to be.

"How can I not? You're beautiful."

The bride giggled, kissing the groom.