Frisk really has tapped into Chara's secret weakness of exposition. Once a narrator, always a narrator, it seems, even across universes.
"Bear in mind," they say, "that my policy of avoidance means I rarely come in contact with them." Or anyone. Still more than they'd like, for certain people. All the same it means their knowledge of who is or isn't in the Castle at any one time isn't comprehensive. They start to tick off on their fingers. Since this Frisk has apparently gotten as far as Asgore (*They only died once??), they use names rather than descriptions. Their Frisk supplies some meetings of their own.
"Two Mettatons. Three Sanses. An small goat monster... two small goat monsters. A blue and yellow dog. A person made of red and gold cloth. A man made of shadows. A white cat." Their teeth grind the next name with vehemence. "Gaster." They aren't going to elaborate on him if asked. "There is a rather timid Papyrus, but no Asgore."
They're not sure, exactly, what the Frisk means by kind, an uncertainty they dislike, but there they are. Some of the people on the list aren't really monsters per se, but that's the closest classification Chara was.
"If you mean in the more derogatory sense, well, there is always me."
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"Bear in mind," they say, "that my policy of avoidance means I rarely come in contact with them." Or anyone. Still more than they'd like, for certain people. All the same it means their knowledge of who is or isn't in the Castle at any one time isn't comprehensive. They start to tick off on their fingers. Since this Frisk has apparently gotten as far as Asgore (*They only died once??), they use names rather than descriptions. Their Frisk supplies some meetings of their own.
"Two Mettatons. Three Sanses. An small goat monster... two small goat monsters. A blue and yellow dog. A person made of red and gold cloth. A man made of shadows. A white cat." Their teeth grind the next name with vehemence. "Gaster." They aren't going to elaborate on him if asked. "There is a rather timid Papyrus, but no Asgore."
They're not sure, exactly, what the Frisk means by kind, an uncertainty they dislike, but there they are. Some of the people on the list aren't really monsters per se, but that's the closest classification Chara was.
"If you mean in the more derogatory sense, well, there is always me."
And several of them, at that.