[event][open] past brought forwards

[exuviiated]

note: due to not wanting to hurt myself too much emotionally, narration will be correct. aaron still looks very much like not a boy though.

He wakes up somewhere he's never seen before. He's not even in a bed-- he's in a pile of blankets in what appears to be a giant library. There's a backpack next to him, a sketchpad filled with notes, and...

nothing much else. He picks himself off of the blankets and adjusts his shirt, and then makes his way out of the library and through the halls. It's early morning, early enough that the sun isn't gracing the horizon in more than a pale blue glow visible through the windows. Handling stairs is a struggle, as always, with his bandages-- he manages to reach each open room with little more than strained breath. He ends up in the kitchen. No surprises there; it's warm and as clean as a castle kitchen can get, and it's more likely people will filter in throughout the day. He grabs himself a cup of some sort of juice (cranberry, a sip confirms) and sits himself down on a stool in the corner, and waits.

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[dustless]

It's early enough that Frisk's barely awake, stiffly wandering the halls. They've just grabbed a blanket, but they haven't quite managed to adjust it for maximum warmth.

They'd been outside when the storm hit. It's the least pleasant awakening they've had since fighting Flowey.

They see the silhouette of somebody in a room they're shuffling past, and they make a tiny noise of greeting without really looking at them.

[itstheend]

There's a lot of kitchens in this place.

That's okay with Frisk. That means there's a lot of food. They've been cramming their pocketsful with it, as well as a backpack they found in one of the rooms that may be sliiiightly familiar-looking to Aaron.

They notice him when they step in, but they spend some time looking at everything else first, opening and closing cupboards and turning the tap on in the sink - they accidentally ended up touching raw meat, they have to get the blood off their hands - before approaching him with a small wave.