[INTRO] they probably hate having to get used to a new place

[mercybutton]

Nooooo.

[aaaaaa. uuuuugh. What bothers them most right now isn't that they're suddenly someplace they don't know and thus are not at home, it's that they're suddenly someplace they don't know and thus is going to bump into literally Every Single Obstruction that exists here. Honestly, they'd be more concerned about being displaced from their family if they weren't annoyed about the prospect of having to get used to a possibly enormous place. Nobody better move the furniture around.

After a solid minute of laying on the ground they sit up. Feels like grass, sounds like water is rushing nearby. A park? Frisk stands up and starts shuffling around, trying to get used to their surroundings, finding one of the paths winding through the gardens. Then they start walking, gaining more confidence, and then-



trip right into a fountain. Curse their recklessness.]

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[justletmewin]

"I hadn't thought of it that way before. I've been worried all this time, but... when you put it that way, you may be right." The back rubbing is easily one of his favorite memories since changing back. He's more than welcome to it again. "Ha ha... no matter what dimension you're from, you really are my best friend."

[mercybutton]

Frisk takes a breath, sighing. They can't agree with him, being his best friend... if he'd knew what kind of things they'd done, he wouldn't be saying that. But it'd also be rude to just flat-out say "no" and would take explaining, so... they choose not to say anything about it.

"You'll be okay."

[justletmewin]

Asriel... did a lot of horrible things. Killed people because he was curious. Killed people simply to see how everyone else would react, if anyone would miss them if they're gone. Killed people because they pissed him off. Killed people because he got bored.

Wiped out his own people to make the Underground his own paradise. Played mind games with them and get a kick out of their self-destruction. He murdered his Frisk again and again because he finally had a new plaything; he punished them for not being Chara, but decided they'd be a good enough replacement... a stranger he didn't feel guilty about killing.

Not having a soul wasn't an excuse. He always had a choice. Always.

Even if he did know the things this Frisk had done, he wouldn't have room to judge. He'd be hurt, yes, but...

[mercybutton]

Frisk had just as much of a choice as him, and they aren't missing their soul.

Frisk releases him gently. "Hey. You were talking about people we could play with?"