Crocodiles in the sewers. That myth hasn't died even in Frisk's time, and that thought crosses their mind. Walking over grates in the city, peering down, searching for a glimpse of green.
As much as they might not realize the precise degree of danger they're in, they do know that tone isn't good news. The mud squishes beneath their shoes as they rock in place, preparing to move if they must.
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Date: 2016-09-01 02:46 pm (UTC)As much as they might not realize the precise degree of danger they're in, they do know that tone isn't good news. The mud squishes beneath their shoes as they rock in place, preparing to move if they must.
"Why?"