Frisk: Well too bad Spark... Sans, could we switch spots? 

Sans: *Silently stands up and lays on the grass, Frisk then scooching over to Eliver* 

Frisk: Hey, Thank's for sticking up for me... and you're not a mutt... people love you, Eliver... Magic is nothing to be ashamed of, either... Magic is a gift, that you can't replace.... *Sigh* Look, Eliver... I... I don't know what happened exactly but... If it was anything like mine... Then I'm so sorry...

Flowey: Yeah, and if that "Rocky" kid tries to mess with you again, just set me on the ground and I'll shoot him with "friendliness pellets", Pfft! <Whispers to Echo: Yes, I'll defiantly take a milkshake>

Toriel: Oh my goodness!! One of my babies was bullied!! *Hugs Eliver* If I see that boy again, I'll tear him to god-dang pieces!! 

Frisk: Hey, Eliver? Can we go over there and talk? Like... A story exchange? I'll tell you my story, you tell me yours?