[open] Should'a taken that left at Albuquerque...

[purposefall]

[Frisk isn't sure how they got here, honestly. They've already done what they set out to do, though, so taking some time off to wander wouldn't be so bad...even if it was completely by accident...right? Right.

Just as long as they're home soon before people worry. They don't want to make people worry.

So for now, here, have a new Frisk wandering around the castle, staring curiously at the world with their strange violet eyes. The warmth of the sun...the sky and the breeze...everything....it's all so nice!

It's their first time seeing any of it for real.]

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[purposefall]

[That was supposed to be a shocked inhale, but it came out as a godawful death rattle. They really need to get their vocal cords fixed...]

That's kind of scary.

[dustless]

[They twitch a little.]

Kind of. I don't...like...that everybody remembers. [Which might come off as selfish, but Frisk doesn't think so. It's so much stress for everyone...]

[purposefall]

Yeah, that's [They hesitate for a moment. Is there even a word besides 'bad' for that? ... They're pretty sure there isn't.] bad.

[They can't imagine what it would be like for everyone to remember them dying. Honestly, they're still getting used to being alive - to dealing with people - and they've already decided they don't want to hurt them, ever.

So, if they died and the people they knew remembered, then...yeah, that'd be bad.]

[dustless]

[Solemn nodding.]

It's only happened a couple times here. Me once an' a Chara once. I think. Nobody was freaking out 'bout anyone else dying, so probably just us.

[purposefall]

[Ah...Chara. The original, the one they were patterned after. Frisk still isn't sure how to feel about them, honestly.

Mostly because they never met them (though they've got their suspicions about that snarky narrative voice in their head...)]

Is Chara okay here?

[That said, they do know what Chara is capable of, the kind of person they are/can be. Those are the worst timelines, and Frisk is glad to have never been in them.]

[dustless]

...mostly. [Privately, Frisk doesn't think any Chara is okay.] One's my friend.

The other one...they're the one who died, and they're the one that killed me. [They tap their throat through the scarf.] They're messed up, and I still gotta...work hard to make friends.

Haven't seen them around much. People locked them up in a tower 'cause they were dangerous, but they're...not in there anymore. [Frisk doesn't sound at all displeased about that.]

[purposefall]

Oh no. [They look sad, but not surprised about this fact.]

If they're not in the tower, then I hope they [They pause for a second, again, not sure how to word it. Their hands move incoherently before they finally settle on] found peace somehow.

being vague b/c things haven't been 100% established w/ chara's situation yet whoops

[dustless]

...me too.

[Frisk doesn't know. They wonder about the one they knew back home, sometimes, and about...things Chara said.]

[But...nothing to do about it right now. They've mulled over Chara plenty on their own time, no reason to take this Frisk's first day up with worries of that caliber.]

Wonder if there's anybody you know here? From your world, I mean.

oh sure, makes sense :D

[purposefall]

I don't know yet. What about from yours?

[They haven't received a call with that godawful Wrong Number Song yet, so they can only assume nobody from their particular timeline is at the castle.]

[dustless]

[Frisk shrugs.] Maybe my uncle--Mettaton, and maybe Toriel and one of the Asriels, but I dunno. They came from later than me.