Frisk thinks they were the first person here. Maybe. It's hard to remember. Nothing they can do about it, anyway. The castle doesn't listen to them.
They crunch down a few peanutbuttery bites. "You might go home after a while, though. Dunno when, or how, but it happens."
Abruptly, Frisk pauses to take a better look at their armor, following the tracing hand. That looks...familiar. Real familiar.
"This place might be nicer than your old world. Or it might not. Usually is, but, um, not all the time." Lotsa rough home-worlds, lotsa people that were miserable and hurt. Frisk just expects the worst.
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Date: 2019-09-03 01:47 am (UTC)Frisk thinks they were the first person here. Maybe. It's hard to remember. Nothing they can do about it, anyway. The castle doesn't listen to them.
They crunch down a few peanutbuttery bites. "You might go home after a while, though. Dunno when, or how, but it happens."
Abruptly, Frisk pauses to take a better look at their armor, following the tracing hand. That looks...familiar. Real familiar.
"This place might be nicer than your old world. Or it might not. Usually is, but, um, not all the time." Lotsa rough home-worlds, lotsa people that were miserable and hurt. Frisk just expects the worst.