[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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Frisk has been blind for more than two years now, and is good enough at living without sight that they can her the changes and different subtleties of this Sans. Whatever happened... must've sent them back in time, or something. Are they at the castle?

They manage to sit themselves upright. Serif might find that this frisk is now older than the one who has already been around, as well as... staring blankly, with their head down. It doesn't seem like they're looking at anything in particular, actually.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Don't worry."

They find the edge of the fountain with their foot and step out, squeezing the water from their hair.

[antitemporal]

Sans-Serif obviously didn't have a lot of chances to see a human before coming to the castle. Or at least, not a living human. He's had a lot more chances since arriving, though, and he's grown especially friendly with Frisk. So details that might have gone over his head once now register now. Even so, he frowns for a second, floundering, until the obvious answer presents itself. His eyesockets widen in shock. Oh. He always technically knew this could happen, of course, but...to Frisk?

The age registers before the details about their eyes. Sans-Serif still reaches out a hand to try and steady them as they clamber out.

"then why'd you fall in? you can't sleep underwater, frisk, you have, um...lungs, and stuff." He waves a hand helplessly at his own ribcage.

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They don't see the ribcage gesture.

"I didn't know there would be fountains and I tripped in, sorry. I should probably be more careful."

[antitemporal]

He's a very physical being after spending the first few months of his life not being any sort of being. This will take some adjustment, once he realizes he has something to adjust to.

"oh. right. because you're a different frisk from the frisks that are already here." He doesn't think he's ever met anyone in the castle who's quite this new, though. Sans-Serif reaches out, hesitates, and then reaches out again to pat Frisk carefully on the shoulder. He's already an inch or two shorter than the Frisk that's already here. Seeing one who's taller is strange.

"i'm, um. not the sans you'd know. i mean, you probably figured that out already, because you're taller. sorry. the castle's really confusing." Even for him, sometimes. "but a lot of people are nice."

[mercybutton]

Sifting through the information they've been given, they can conclude that they've landed themself in a timeline that exists connected to other multiple ones- meaning there's going to be duplicates of people, things are going to be VERY confusing, and Frisk is very far from home.

"It's okay. It's not your fault." They take off their sweater, revealing the light blue T-shirt underneath, and wrap it around their waist. That's one less wet clothing article on their upper body.

"Um... we're at a castle? Is this a garden, then?"

[antitemporal]

"you can call me 'serif'. or 's-2'. because my brother is 's-4'. and there's already two sanses here, so 'sans-serif' gets confusing."

They seem to be taking this well, though. Then again, they are Frisk. Which is why, without really thinking about it, he reaches out to take their hand. "you can still call yourself 'frisk', though." Changing one's name is not compulsory. His full name is technically "Anti-Temporal Interference Unit". So anything's an improvement.

Sans-Serif beams quite happily at the mention of the gardens, casting a fond look around. "yeah. there's some woods, too. tauriel and i climb up there sometimes. and a maze. and near the edge, there's not a lot. but it's all gardens around here. it's really nice to nap in. i can show you around, if you want?"

[mercybutton]

Normally they'd think Serif just said Toriel's name in a weird way, but over time they've learned to read into the subtleties of one's voice, tone, pronunciation, etc. So "Tauriel" must be a different person altogether.

But of course, they don't see his outstretched hand.

"Sure. That'd be noce of you, if you could walk me around."

[antitemporal]

He realizes as much with a start of surprise and then a frown. Some small instinctive sense of these things leads him to prod cautiously at their hand before he does so - a warning, of sorts, or at least a cautious check that they're really okay with him holding their hand. Then he gives them a cautious tug in the direction he's intending to lead. Cautiously, he'll walk them away from the fountain and back towards the wide main road, leading towards the castle. It's a cobblestone path, a little neater and newer than the branching side paths leading to the fountains.

Still, Sans-Serif has always had a knack for puzzles. This one has almost all the pieces laid out for him, even if he's never seen or even contemplated the idea of blindness before.

"are your eyes okay?"

[mercybutton]

"No."

They follow along, completely and willingly- they're more than used to being led around by hand. Every member of their newfound monster family had done it at one point. Mom had. Alphys had. Undyne. Papyrus. Only Flowey was there at all times, a vocal guide who helped them out with little things (turn left. Keep going. Watch out there's a pencil case, turn right and stop. I'll put in your locker code) when the rest of their family couldn't, like at school.

They're moving along a little slowly. This Sans... uh, Serif, might not be used to guiding a blind person. They're just trying to make sure they won't trip over anything.