I've picked petals looking for answers

[good4you]

[This summer had been the absolute worst of Jared Kleinman's life. Which was really saying something, because he was counting the one where he couldn't go to summer camp because he'd broken his ankle trying to impress Evan with a 'sick bike trick'. Sure, he'd been a miserable, lonely twelve year old trapped inside for months, but at least Evan had felt guilty enough about witnessing the incident to visit sometimes. Plus send a bunch of postcards.

This year, however, Jared had been completely alone. No camp, no postcards, and no Evan. Alana still sent him texts every now and then, but he was pretty certain she'd figured out that he'd been in on the whole email fiasco and was only being nice because she could tell Jared was more hurt about getting used than she was. God, how lame was that? His last "friend" only sticking around out of pity. All he really had left was video games--not that he'd been allowed to just enjoy those in peace, of fucking course. Once his parents realized all his down time was being spent escaping into various virtual realities, they'd begun worrying. Gently suggesting activities and places to go, giving him concerned looks whenever they thought he wouldn't notice. Eventually, Jared just started packing up his laptop and handhelds to hang at an internet cafe so he didn't have to feel like the pitiful loser he already believed himself to be in his own home.
Once he found his routine, the summer months came and went uneventfully as he prepared for college and pinned all his hopes on a fresh start in a place nobody knew him. Maybe it would be better. Maybe he wouldn't find himself building a teetering tower of regrets in every quiet moment he was left alone. Maybe he could finally bring himself to delete Evan 'huge fucking jerk' Hansen from his tiny list of phone contacts. ]

Ugh, fucking pathetic.

[Jared flops sideways onto his bed, backpack still on, as he stares at his contacts list for probably the thousandth time this month. Why couldn't he just let go? He'd been ditched. Dropped, like a decent show on network TV. Thrown out like a dried-up pen. It should be easy. It should be...
He glares at his phone as he returns to the home screen, letting out an irritated sigh.]

This is so damned stupid. He probably deleted me ages ago. [Yet here Jared was, waiting around like the tree-hugging asshole is going to text him an apology any second now. Yeah, right. He shoves his phone back in pocket, and-

...and, this. This isn't his bedroom?]

Where the fuck?

[Where the fuck?!

There's now a very confused young nerd wandering the castle in a state of total confusion.]

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[dustless]

[And before long, he'll find a kid taking a nap on the floor.

...Yeah. It's not even a comfortable patch of floor, it's stone. Not that it seems to be bothering them any.]

[insanelycool]

[Honestly, the 'sleeping on the floor' bit doesn't strike him as particularly odd. He'd spent enough years as a glorified baby sitter at summer camp to know kids can fall asleep anywhere. He also knew they could be cranky little jerks if you woke them up too soon, which, honestly, he could relate to. So as much as he'd like to get out of here ASAP, he decides he has better chances of actually getting help if he waits for the kid to wake up on their own and plops down nearby to play games on his phone. It isn't as if he has a whole lot of other options. This is the first other human he's run across, and he has no reception to google maps his way out of wherever the hell this is; if that would even work.

This shit felt a lot bigger and weirder than anything google could fix for him. His best guess so far is that he got into a car crash he doesn't remember and is in a coma or something. It would be just his luck.]

[dustless]

[He doesn't have long to wait. Frisk's got some wonky sleep issues lately, and someone being around rouses them from their sleep.

At least whoever it is happens to be nice enough not to shake them, or anything.

Their eyes open, and they glance to the side. At the person. And that's it, no more movement.]

...Hi. [They have quite the quiet voice.]