not so dustless now

[dustless]

In one of the castle's many halls, a worn tapestry, depicting nothing in particular, succumbs to age and rot and falls.

Behind it lies a door.

Behind that door, should anyone decide to investigate, is a musty-smelling room with drawings papering the walls, corners gently curling in, and dust covering every inch of furniture; a desk, a chair, a bed. 

Despite it all, the bed is occupied. 

Frisk lies there on their side, half-covered in blankets, exposed skin and shirt just as dust-coated as the rest of the room. Their chest raises and falls shallowly enough that a spider's made a fancy web between the collar of their shirt and a hand curled close to their body.

It might take a little work to rouse them.

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[buttercup_uneaten]

“The Castle… takes people,” They repeat, their brow furrowing. They really have a lot of questions but unfortunately, this child seems about as disoriented as they are, so Chara does their best to bite their tongue. And not scowl.

“It has not been long. You are the first person I have seen.” Chara holds out a hand for them, a silent offer to help them to their feet.

“Name yourself, human.”

[dustless]

Okay. Totally new. They can work with that, they think, staring at the proffered hand for beat before they actually take it.

Standing's easier with support, though they end up leaning pretty heavily on Chara's arm.

"I'm Frisk..." They trail off, struggling to think of something to add. It just feels like something they should do after Chara gave them such a long title. Nothing comes to mind in time. "...I tell people 'bout the Castle when they get here, usually," they say lamely.

Deep breath. "It's a castle in the sky, an' a hub of worlds. There's lots of people from different worlds, timelines, even some of the same people. Monsters too, 'f course. Try not to fight...anybody." Simple, obvious facts, but they only remember they'd said similar things in the past after the words are through their teeth.