— No one remembers Robin, but she does. A Sad Alternative Post-Game Ending.
The gentle vernal rush of air tickled her face, as rebel hair swayed over her face. She opened her eyes, blinded by the sun and its warmth.
The perfect time for a nap outside on the green fields, she thought.
Robin blinked vividly to adapt her pupil to the luminous weather. It lasted only a couple of seconds until she could hear some people talking nearby, growing closer.
“There’re better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know?”, a familiar blue haired figure says, giving his hand to help her up.
“I can’t even remember the billion times you told me that, Chrom.” she quickly responded, with a joyful grin on her face.
He looked… puzzled?
“Ah! So you know who I am?” he asked, clearly embarrassed.
“Of course, dear! Stop playing around with me! hehe”
“W-What - dear - ?”
He’s not puzzled, he’s completely confused!
Frederick steps in calmly, always true to himself.
“Mylord, I think this person is acting weird. Maybe we should go now.”
Lissa’s youthful voice ringed as she appeared from his shadow.
“Come on Fred’rick! She might be lost! It’s our job as Shepherds to help her out! Right, Chrom?”, she said, almost as if she was trying to scold him but ended up sounding like a teacher pet reciting her lesson.
Okay, okay. What exactly is going on?
“Is this some kind of … prepared joke or something?” she demanded, a little worried.
*“*Err…” Chrom scratched his head.
Why are they acting like that? What happened when I was gone?