The bright-blur-thing comes closer, and Frisk slips backward with another thrum, rattling a trio of oboes haphazardly piled on each other on the floor a few feet to the left.
They can't tell who this is. Or what. Is it someone transformed into fire? It'd be easier if they could see a SOUL, or something.
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Date: 2018-10-10 09:15 pm (UTC)The bright-blur-thing comes closer, and Frisk slips backward with another thrum, rattling a trio of oboes haphazardly piled on each other on the floor a few feet to the left.
They can't tell who this is. Or what. Is it someone transformed into fire? It'd be easier if they could see a SOUL, or something.