Frisk hands it over. Carefully. Not letting go of one side of the spool until they're sure he's got a tight grip on the other. "This is your first try."
Gaster Blaster. Oh. Oh.
Frisk's abruptly on their knees and staring it in the eye, following it with their head. Which is hard when it's actually above their head, but they can try.
When their Sans almost died--and when he turned himself into something with this---magic beast for a head.
...That Sans named Betty. He has a pack of Betties.
Okay.
"...What are they?" Frisk raises a hand too, lightly tapping it on the snout with two fingers.
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Date: 2016-09-20 12:36 am (UTC)Gaster Blaster. Oh. Oh.
Frisk's abruptly on their knees and staring it in the eye, following it with their head. Which is hard when it's actually above their head, but they can try.
When their Sans almost died--and when he turned himself into something with this---magic beast for a head.
...That Sans named Betty. He has a pack of Betties.
Okay.
"...What are they?" Frisk raises a hand too, lightly tapping it on the snout with two fingers.